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Post by Ifrit on Jan 12, 2006 23:25:21 GMT -5
With one line at a time, improvise this poem and make it so purdy that everyone will love it!
Sincere Moments
The silver moon hits it's wake,
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Post by hischild on Jan 13, 2006 12:06:10 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
Are we doing someone's homework?
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Post by Ifrit on Jan 13, 2006 12:27:39 GMT -5
No its just for fun. I do my own homework. Just a thought to see how creative with words you all really are!
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
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Post by hischild on Jan 13, 2006 15:20:08 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds,
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Post by Michael on Jan 13, 2006 23:23:18 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
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Post by hischild on Jan 15, 2006 19:52:33 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
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Post by Ifrit on Jan 15, 2006 21:24:53 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
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Post by guardian on Jan 15, 2006 22:08:29 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
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Post by Michael on Jan 16, 2006 11:55:55 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
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Post by Ifrit on Jan 16, 2006 17:48:41 GMT -5
This is getting good...
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
Showing nothing but the truth instead of lies.
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Post by hischild on Jan 16, 2006 18:15:58 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
Showing nothing but the truth instead of lies.
Speak softly but clearly so that we may hear,
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Post by Michael on Jan 16, 2006 23:16:08 GMT -5
Of what drives you to live and breathe, love and cherish...
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Post by Ifrit on Jan 17, 2006 8:22:01 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
Showing nothing but the truth instead of lies.
Speak softly but clearly so that we may hear,
Of what drives you to live and breathe, love and cherish...
Always cherish these prescious moments,
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Post by hischild on Jan 17, 2006 8:39:46 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
Showing nothing but the truth instead of lies.
Speak softly but clearly so that we may hear,
Of what drives you to live and breathe, love and cherish...
Always cherish these precious moments,
The stillness in thy soul touched by light,
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Post by Michael on Jan 17, 2006 15:35:25 GMT -5
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
Showing nothing but the truth instead of lies.
Speak softly but clearly so that we may hear,
Of what drives you to live and breathe, love and cherish...
Always cherish these precious moments,
The stillness in thy soul touched by light,
By the light of night's silver moon,
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Post by Ifrit on Jan 19, 2006 8:16:56 GMT -5
Sincere Moments
The silver moon hits it's wake,
Shimmering, glowing softly upon my head,
It's silver glow creeping slowly across the land,
While overhead a multitude sparkle like diamonds.
The moon's white light caresses the lake's black water,
Reeds softly whisper in the gentle breeze.
The snow-capped mountains touch the gentle still sky,
And night yet come, thy spirit die.
Arise, Oh dead spirit, arise,
Showing nothing but the truth instead of lies.
Speak softly but clearly so that we may hear,
Of what drives you to live and breathe, love and cherish...
Always cherish these precious moments,
The stillness in thy soul touched by light,
By the light of night's silver moon.
I think that good i can't come up with anything else to go with it. You all know why i started this right? You are all creative with words from what i see here and have great team work lol! i love the poem... I think i might open a site with this on the main page and the rest of the pages as like a interactive poem book... i will let ya all know when and if i do and you all can participate. lets start another.. shall we? this time you can enter more then one line.
Gentle whispers
Beautiful creatures,
Gentle eyes.
Majestic Howls,
Gentle cries.
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Post by hischild on Jan 19, 2006 10:51:35 GMT -5
Personally I just love the teamwork at this site. Even our "competions" are rather half hearted because no one wants the other one to feel bad.
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Post by hischild on Jan 19, 2006 11:14:39 GMT -5
Gentle whispers
Beautiful creatures,
Gentle eyes.
Majestic Howls,
Gentle cries.
High above the eagle soars,
Puffy white clouds throw shadows,
While pups tumble and play
Under mother's watchful eye
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Post by light4mypath on Jan 30, 2006 13:57:58 GMT -5
Gentle whispers
Beautiful creatures,
Gentle eyes.
Majestic Howls,
Gentle cries.
High above the eagle soars,
Puffy white clouds throw shadows,
While pups tumble and play
Under mother's watchful eye
The gentle breeze blows,
Wildflowers sway in the meadow,
Ripples dance on the water,
The whisper of nature begins to grow.
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Post by hischild on Jan 30, 2006 14:56:28 GMT -5
Gentle whispers
Beautiful creatures,
Gentle eyes.
Majestic Howls,
Gentle cries.
High above the eagle soars,
Puffy white clouds throw shadows,
While pups tumble and play
Under mother's watchful eye
The gentle breeze blows,
Wildflowers sway in the meadow,
Ripples dance on the water,
The whisper of nature begins to grow
Far away, a mountain rises,
Sunlight through the clouds cast a golden glow,
A birdsong fills the air,
And God whispers "Peace My Child, Peace"
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