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[color=royalblue][size=1]All of these poems are copyrighted under the username Kaiho. I am, obviously, Kaiho. By the way, even if you attempt to steal these, the moment you post any type of document that plagerises my work, about seven Federal Agents will tackle you, and take you to an insane asylum, [strike]where you get cupcakes[/strike] where I [b]heard[/b] you get cupcakes.
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[Full Moon]

The peace of the night's soft light
The living day, the sun so bright
And though this may all end so soon,
There's still the sweet intoxication of the full moon

As we sing the soft praises of noon,
The lulluby of the crescent moon,
The telltale song of the rain at night,
The orchestra of snow, at morning light

Though these all may end so soon,
There's still the sweet intoxication of the full moon

Can none compare,
To the happiness in the air?
As we run with laughter, to the song of the loon,
Let be known the light of the bright, full moon

The river's ebb and flow,
The earth may sing,
So?

I will sing along to the song of the loon,
For the sweet intoxication of the full moon
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This is my self-proclaimed best self-written peice. It's not very metaphorical, which is suprising, since most of my poems are. I'll post more poems later, once people have responded.

By the way, yes, I mean 'the song of the loon'. It's not a misspelling, a loon is a type of bird.

Also, don't worry. Not all my poems are this cheerful. I was just in a good mood.
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Quite beautiful. The imagery is gorgeous, and you have done it superbly, something not a lot of people can do. The poem had a nice, bittersweet tone, (complimented by the fact that I am currently listening to the Moonlight Sonata). I kept getting the image of a child playing blissful in a field at night, and even though he knows that it's going to end soon, he's still so happy to be out there. Very good, I'm excited about seeing your other work, do post it soon! =)

-Karma
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[color=royalblue][size=1]Thank you, Karma! Alright, here's a poem dedicated to my closest friend, who recently moved away.
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[Wingspan]

In the corner of my mind,
In the deepest, high blue sky,
I see what else I've lost, but also what I've found

I can now see how it has hurt you so
And as we both scream mutely,
The danger passes, and so we may breath
Though one may have fled,
Be sure they will return,
For loss is not what was planned

And so, if we are seperated,
Keep this gift to remember me by,
Keep the sky
And though my gift seems selflish, look beyond its value,
See what it truely means within
If you cannot see,
then use my eyes; I will use your ears

Though our the circle is broken,
The idea still remains,
So we still may meet,
And create that infinite line,
Of an unbroken peace,
Hope of once lost sanctuary

So as we sing in the heart of the forest
Let be known to the birds and trees,
Let be known to the the humans of metal,
Let be known to all on earth,

You may break our circle
Keep us from the forest,
From our valued peace
Then our circle may be broken,
But our wings may still one day fly
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Well, I hope you like it. It's a perfect example of me going crazy with metaphores.

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[color=royalblue][size=1]Here's a poem that's kind of hard to follow. Don't worry, I wrote it that way. I made it while I was listening to 'Butterfly' from DDR, so that kind of explains it.
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[Strands]

Singing from the sun to moon
You dance on strands of light
Parading in the moonlight,
Tell a tale from star to star

If the darkness were as stone,
You would pound it to powder
Such a fine powder,
It would sift through my hands

If the light were as a web,
You would dance 'cross its surface
To find such a thing,
Would be very rare, indeed

If the sun were your bride,
you would dance with her 'till the end of time
To dance such a dance,
A peaceful dance

Sneaking from the sun to moon
It breaks the strands of light
Slaying in the moonlight
Tell a tale from star to star

So, if the darkness were as stone
would it raise it up on high?
Such a solid stone,
It would be hard to use for sand

So, if the light were as a web,
Would it break the strands with joy?
To do such a thing
Would be very cruel, indeed

So, if the sun were its bride
It would mistreat her night for night
To make such a plan
A malicious plan

Meeting between the sun and moon
They do battle on strands of light
And though they fight for different causes,
Both tell a tale from star to star

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holy mo'in shiznicks. That was (word). I can- -ick u- -y jaw. (cant pick up my jaw). That was amazing. My eyes are still big in amazement. My brain keeps saying "holy mother of crap" over and over. I got a littlle lost near the end but was still bewildered. I almost laughed when you said that thing about cheeting on the sun but I was too breathless. Be sure to check out my poem thread. ^_^
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Absolutely wonderful Arch.

Wingspan:

Lovely and bittersweet. My favorite stanza was the one with 'keep this gift to remember me by...keep the sky.' Really beautiful. The rhythm was bit akward, but you still convey your message. I also liked the idea of a circle that's broken, but still there. Very good. =)

Strands:

Another nature-esque poem, and a gorgeous one at that. Yes, it was rather hard to follow, but I think it was about a war between the Sun and the Moon, and these strands of light that hold them all together. Or something along those lines. Sometimes it's better to leave your meaning abstract and full of metaphors, and this is a great example of that. I think this is my favorite so far, although Full Moon is a close second.

Once again, good job. ^-^

-Karma
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[color=royalblue][size=1]Thank you all, once again. Alright, here's another poem that I wrote a while ago. It sounds rather paranoid.
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[Window-Shopper]

Though in the shadows you are as stone,
Your haunts go unheeded
Your abscence is unknown

You lurk in my shadow,
Where I don't want you to be
You're still there watching, but you make no move on me

As if your window-shopping,
You watch, then pass me by
But later you'll come hunting
Only to satisfy the eye

As I stumble through your darkness,
You slither past my feet
Your only here to scare me,
I'm only here to see

So why am I so frightened
Of one who looks but doesn't touch?
I know your here, but still you stay
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[color=royalblue][size=1]Alright, here's another one. It's extremely short, but I plan on adding to it later.
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[Pieces]

As we awalk
Down a path
To our sweet insanity

We will find,
We are here
Where we aren't supposed to be
In the dark, we will crawl,
and we will not find a thing

Though in the dark,
We still search
For an unknown fragment of life
We might find, just one peice
Of our never-ending bliss
As we search, in the dark,
Will we only find peace in this?
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Well, there it is. Probably my darkest poem since Window-Shopper.[/color][/size]
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Absolutely lovely. I may not be able to keep up with them all, but still lovely. ^^;;

Window-Shopper:

Intresting. I'd like to know who you had in mind when you wrote it. Reminds me of my stalker. *shudders * Very nice rhythm and rhyme though.

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I must say...I [i]loved[/i] this one. It's dark and sensual, like a lust tinged with a sort of black love. Excellent. Definitely one of my favorites, you don't need to add to it, although it would be intresting to see how you would if you did.

Overall, great job. =)

-Karma
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[COLOR=royalblue][size=1]Eh, sorry Chibi_Sango, but This isn't a thread about posting your own poetry, but since your poetry isn't bad, I think you should make your own thread. Please delete your post, however. Thanks!

Eh, I just noticed that I forgot to put the title on that poem! It's called "Pieces".

Well, for Window-Shopper, I didn't really have anybody in mind, but I was inspired to write it because of all the little kids that scream in those stupid haunted houses, even though the actors are never going to touch them. It's not all that, though. Thats just how I got the idea.

Well, thanks for the comments! I think I'll post the first poem I've made... Heh, it's kind of like "Strands".
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[Rise]

Lost one's reach for the stars,
Kept only by their thoughts of glory
Still, they reach for the sun
Only to find a burning hell

Rise, the earth shatters still,
Lost in its bitter, pointless warring
Fly, fly past the moon
Search for a starlit sanctuary

News of the shattering world
breaks on a planet, found and guided
The shattering threatens to kill,
And annihilate this starlit sanctuary

Past the wonderful world,
Lies a planet vengeful and misguided
This world conpires,
Resolves to steal,
Steal the power of the world

Rise, the planets devide
Chaotic warfare splits the nation
Save, saving the world
An angel punishes the evil hoards

Rejoice! Restored are the worlds,
Never again to be in darkness
A monolith stands to remind,
Remind of the sacrifice
Rise
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[color=royal blue]I liked it. Your poems are unique...and they do seem to tell a story. Of course, I pretty much know what they're about already, seeing how...well, you know. ^^;

Keep on writing. Your poems are interesting...very different from mine. But it's in a good way. Mine are dark, yours tell stories. Everyone's different.[/color]
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[color=royalblue][size=1]Well, here's another old one. Enjoy!
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[Holding On]

All you, staring at me
Tell me, how can you see?
I'm really not that different anymore

Tell me, how can you tell
That I'm such an angel?
I'm not so full of life anymore

What happened that day,
The day I gave my life away?
To save the others from the fall

I can no longer see
the difference between you and me
I just can't stay here anymore

So, I've done some good things,
Why do I feel so bad?

The darkness in my heart is beating strong,
Ever since that day, when I gave my life away

How, can you see into me
I'm not that simple,
you'll find, I'm not that different anymore

This darkness in my heart may be beating strong,
But I've got to hold on

You may think you've got me,
And that you understand
Well it's really not as simple as that

I've been poisoned since that day
The day my soul gave way
And I am still holding strong

The quavering darkness may be near,
And my heart will have to find a place to take hold

I may be fighting a war
Against the one who tore my soul apart
But I've still been here all along
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Kyo - I disagree completely. Poems are usually meant to tell a story of some sort. Arch has done it beautifully with Rise.

Arch - Yes, it's somewhat similiar to Strands, but not enough for them to be copies or anything. I actually liked Rise better.

Actual Review of Poem (yes, that would be nice XD) -

Bittersweet, beautiful imagery, and a very unique way of presenting an age-old theme. I love the idea that you're reaching for some sort of haven, 'the starlit sanctuary,' yet you cannot seem to reach it, and when you do, you find it's not what you thought it was. The sanctuary is more of an idea than an actual place, yet it exists too. And that the bitter wars between nations and planets threatens to destroy this idea, this hope. And then the angel comes down...very lovely.

-Karma
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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Arch [/i]
[B][color=royalblue][size=1]Well, here's another old one. Enjoy!
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[Holding On]

All you, staring at me
Tell me, how can you see?
I'm really not that different anymore

Tell me, how can you tell
That I'm such an angel?
I'm not so full of life anymore

What happened that day,
The day I gave my life away?
To save the others from the fall

I can no longer see
the difference between you and me
I just can't stay here anymore

So, I've done some good things,
Why do I feel so bad?

The darkness in my heart is beating strong,
Ever since that day, when I gave my life away

How, can you see into me
I'm not that simple,
you'll find, I'm not that different anymore

This darkness in my heart may be beating strong,
But I've got to hold on

You may think you've got me,
And that you understand
Well it's really not as simple as that

I've been poisoned since that day
The day my soul gave way
And I am still holding strong

The quavering darkness may be near,
And my heart will have to find a place to take hold

I may be fighting a war
Against the one who tore my soul apart
But I've still been here all along
I'm still here, through it all[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE]

I like that. Its very inspiring. Even though youve been beaten and battered you stand strong and live through it. I admire that. Theseaare the knd of poems I want to see more of. As for Karma, Im entitled to my own oppinion.
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[color=royal blue]Your poems are very interesting. I liked this one a lot, it's very hopeful and inspiring. You know, as I was reading this, I thought it sounded more like a song. Of course, I don't know if there'd be any way to put music to it...but who knows. Maybe someday you can.[/color]
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Darnit Arch, you posted your newest poem before my review of your old one got posted! Curse you and your fast postage-ness!

Lol. Just kidding.

Kyo - And I'm entitled to disagree with you. ; )

[Holding On]

Bittersweet, just like the last one. People don't see you as any different, even though you're now carrying this darkness inside you...I know how you feel. Very nice rhythm, as always. Who hurt your soul so much? (sorry for this shortness, I'm getting tired...)

-Karma
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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by KarmaOfChaos [/i]
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Darnit Arch, you posted your newest poem before my review of your old one got posted! Curse you and your fast postage-ness!

Lol. Just kidding.

Kyo - And I'm entitled to disagree with you. ; )

[Holding On]

Bittersweet, just like the last one. People don't see you as any different, even though you're now carrying this darkness inside you...I know how you feel. Very nice rhythm, as always. Who hurt your soul so much? (sorry for this shortness, I'm getting tired...)

-Karma
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Eh, no one did. I just write things depending upon my mood, and then I tie the strings together. Some of my poems are from personal experience, some are not. Most of the dark ones aren't.

Alright, I guess I'll slow down a bit with my posting. I'll post another after someone posts.

Heh, I already have all these so far written down, and I'm running out... Must... find... more inspiration![/color][/size]
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(I'm back!)

If you see this on DeviantART, its because I submitted it there too.

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[Jewel of the Sea]

Bring the twilight to the azure sky
The wake in the water is rising far too high
Build a fortress or we all shall die;
Only for me? Only for me?

Sound your bell in the twilight
The wave approaches by the night
Take shelter in the fortress for fool?s delight;
Only for me? Only for me?

Midnight falls, devouring all at its darkest time
The storm pounds down in ironic rhyme
Our shelter gone; life is but a weak design;
Only for me? Only for me?

Down we fall, ironic laughter as we seek our fate
Drown we shall in this hopeless state
Those walls we built were made far too late;
Only for me? Only for me?

Heed the warnings of the seer;
Even just a wake could destroy what?s dear
The smallest ripple struck the world with fear;
Only for me
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