»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #16
»
unfinished work...your welcome to add
| Open Poetry #16 |
|
unfinished work...your welcome to add |
|
|
Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
These rolling Wessex hills that I call home hold stories that will never be known Much blood was shed and many men dead these hills that I call my own The clouds above drift silently by the rains come as if they cry looking down on me, I wonder what they see this quietness in my life |
||
| © Copyright 2001 Richard Pardoe - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
for times have come to speak of old and words that seem but tarnished gold bear weight in all their truth so sit awhile, and speak of youth that bore forth in fields of green ambition, desires, still they stream as air is air, and sun is bright shall carry forth these words of Knight... |
||
|
sunshinemist Senior Member
since 2001-09-29
Posts 595Fl. sunshines early mist |
Excellent to the both of you!! big  Marie |
||
Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Their spirits march abreast in step, brave banners flying, their hearts leapt to see their country's banner fly as missles of death flew on by. Ever onward into the breach gaining heights we could never reach for different values they had then while thinking they were just plain men. |
||
|
Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
And in these words may truths be told born of life that once was bold, in each life there is a passing stage and wisdoms born with years of age. Life carries on throughout the years filled with happiness, filled with tears and we learn the lessons taught within each life the truth is sought. On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. ~Me~ (I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance~Garth) [This message has been edited by Gentle Spirit (edited 10-02-2001).] |
||
|
Hollowman Member
since 2001-06-01
Posts 117 |
WOW! thats amazing...you all deserve the biggest hug I can muster! wonderful x |
||
|
NapalmsConstantlyConfused
since 2001-05-15
Posts 529 |
in what life may truth be found? each of us, lost, may cast around searching for a deathless flame a light to keep us free from blame the engine of the world works and though at its heart a darkness lurks, still its work is good and true firm purpose, clean of hue I Love The Smell Of Napalm In The AM! |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
