Teen Poetry #4 |
The watchers of life |
sleepymoongirl Member
since 2001-04-19
Posts 157bc canada |
Patience is a vertue That most people know nothing of Except a selected few They are called the watchers They sit and watch Trying to find out The mystery of life The most complicated Journey of all That just never will end For everyone is ever changing Alwayz wearing a new mask To hide who they are What brings on this shame of who we are |
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Low Man's Lyric Member
since 2001-04-03
Posts 236In a dream |
After reading this I thought that I might be a watcher myself. Cool poem, hope to read more from you. Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says "For the woman I love" and the second, "For my best friend." |
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Acies
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
Great topic. I like it a lot. You have some serious talent my friend. Keep up the good work and pls share more "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
Chilling. I look forward to reading more of your work. ~Allan Build a man a fire, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life. |
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Godsend_1 Member
since 2001-04-19
Posts 247great state of illinois |
wow scarlet you do have a great talent hun unlike others here *cough*me*cough* anywho scarlet keep posting them hun your great *hugs* i love ya i am what i am and that is all that i am and all that i shall ever be......so deal with it |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
"Trying to find out The mystery of life The most complicated Journey of all" How true! I liked this a lot. You're a very good poet. Keep sharing your work Nicely done! --Marie subconsciously, i think i can eat so much to make my stomach hurt, instead of my heart. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
So the watchers just sit there? Hmmmm....well it's not my fav. poem by you, but nonetheless it did have some good thoughts. I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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