Teenage Poetry
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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I can't say I was big on the rhymes...
Woe is me to know the longing for that which I hold most dear -
To suffer the long hours of the day, thinking of his kiss,
And slumber the night alone, dreaming of his tender embrace.
I grow impatient anticipating those most precious of days
On which to lounge lazily, wrapped in my lover's arms,
When time knows no acquiescence to the world outside our door -
And the burdens of a thousand men are lifted from my soul.
How about pretentious? Everything I ever wrote seems pretentious! Like... I should be smoking Gauloises and sneering at people...
( , Mon 15 Aug 2005, 6:01, Reply)
Woe is me to know the longing for that which I hold most dear -
To suffer the long hours of the day, thinking of his kiss,
And slumber the night alone, dreaming of his tender embrace.
I grow impatient anticipating those most precious of days
On which to lounge lazily, wrapped in my lover's arms,
When time knows no acquiescence to the world outside our door -
And the burdens of a thousand men are lifted from my soul.
How about pretentious? Everything I ever wrote seems pretentious! Like... I should be smoking Gauloises and sneering at people...
( , Mon 15 Aug 2005, 6:01, Reply)
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