A friend through the door of eternal light To welcome us in on such a night Come one and all to the home of me Content and happy I wish you to be See the court of brick and stone Poems you will find to make you moan To speak and sing in tales long Or at least until night and a dong The house of books is worthy of looks Filled with many empty crannies and nooks Soon there will be things worthy of old To be thrown out in trash like worthless mold A place of learning, writing, and crying Is allways open to your nosey prying Not much else to see and do An empty room stands for you I hate poems that rhyme, and this one is bad Just finnish it up and be forever glad That no matter what, it is gone for good Like something writen on charred wood seeing jade walls across my new starlit home I hope for rest now In all our lives none can see The silver tears that stream from me From highest peaks to lowest pits The sadness of a people past Things not done, not thought, not said Untill the end and torn apart All hope for kinder things is gone The silent night is left alone What should have been is but undone That time is gone forever more A colaberation between several people including me. It was writen in parts, one person does three words then passes it on. Not the most effective way to write poetry, pluss you have the problem of several peoples view points and styles clashing, but it was certainly fun. Not to mention a challenge. I believe we should allways push our selves by making new walls. Even if the result is not what we hoped for, we tend to learn more from it. --> A friend through the door of eternal light To welcome us in on such a night Come one and all to the home of me Content and happy I wish you to be See the court of brick and stone Poems you will find to make you moan To speak and sing in tales long Or at least until night and a dong The house of books is worthy of looks Filled with many empty crannies and nooks Soon there will be things worthy of old To be thrown out in trash like worthless mold A place of learning, writing, and crying Is allways open to your nosey prying Not much else to see and do An empty room stands for you I hate poems that rhyme, and this one is bad Just finnish it up and be forever glad That no matter what, it is gone for good Like something writen on charred wood seeing jade walls across my new starlit home I hope for rest now In all our lives none can see The silver tears that stream from me From highest peaks to lowest pits The sadness of a people past Things not done, not thought, not said Untill the end and torn apart All hope for kinder things is gone The silent night is left alone What should have been is but undone That time is gone forever more A colaberation between several people including me. It was writen in parts, one person does three words then passes it on. Not the most effective way to write poetry, pluss you have the problem of several peoples view points and styles clashing, but it was certainly fun. Not to mention a challenge. I believe we should allways push our selves by making new walls. Even if the result is not what we hoped for, we tend to learn more from it.
