No more then to slice,Originally Posted by Thea
With wit's tongue's molten fire,
Relished squirming foes?
No more then to slice,
With wit's tongue's molten fire,
Relished squirming foes?
Last edited by GRYDDELOCH; 02-25-12 at 08:34 am.
Moment of weakness,
Playing this contest so long,
Not so tenacious.
\
"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
Distractions are good,
Keep me from thinking of those
Extremely dark thoughts.
Last edited by Thea; 02-24-12 at 04:26 pm.
"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
Lift your eyes upward,
To light the fires of my pen,
With each heart's word read.
Light at the end of
The tunnel? Seems too far for
Me to have some hope.
"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
Time's door opens wide,
Heart's fire burns bright, burns deep,
Rivaling the sun.
No more poems are made,
As we move on distant shores.
More games left unplayed.
My final haiku
what can I possibly say?
It's been loads of fun
Last of my haiku,
Cherished the battle of words,
Must now work on art.
"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
Champions with pens,
Can now part ways as new friends,
Heart's contest at end.
Last edited by GRYDDELOCH; 02-27-12 at 06:52 am.
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