Yer favorite poeitt on Dee U.
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
wrote 'bout her favrit Dee U poeitt. house kann tell us who itt iz tew. Ore knot.
Eny style.
Eny length.
Butt knot more den 6000 werds.
Have at itt kindrid poeitts.
Eye'm fare.
Right 'bout yer favrite poeitt.
Put yer Sunday best onn dis won.
Lett da luv reign down onda posies.
Digg?
Eny length.
Butt knot more den 6000 werds.
Have at itt kindrid poeitts.
Eye'm fare.
Right 'bout yer favrite poeitt.
Put yer Sunday best onn dis won.
Lett da luv reign down onda posies.
Digg?
JohnFeddeler
Forum Posts: 325
Tyrant of Words
83
Joined 18th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 325
syncretism in blue
ingest me
take within you this essence
which is merely a poor
& unworthy me
where you travel i travel
what you dream i dream
my ardor will brace your mornings
as the stars hold up the heavens
imagine an amalgam
of passionate meditations
(yours & mine)
to make one poem
of twisted tendrils
sumerian skies
a moonscape of lovesongs
wolf skin boots, howling
agony’s ode, dark daughter
a soldier of secrets
heart bursting untamed
a ceremonial offering; blue angel
place me gently
in vague apprehensive chambers
a heart, without breaking
carry me blue
for now
for ever
(designed with the grace of blue_angel)
ingest me
take within you this essence
which is merely a poor
& unworthy me
where you travel i travel
what you dream i dream
my ardor will brace your mornings
as the stars hold up the heavens
imagine an amalgam
of passionate meditations
(yours & mine)
to make one poem
of twisted tendrils
sumerian skies
a moonscape of lovesongs
wolf skin boots, howling
agony’s ode, dark daughter
a soldier of secrets
heart bursting untamed
a ceremonial offering; blue angel
place me gently
in vague apprehensive chambers
a heart, without breaking
carry me blue
for now
for ever
(designed with the grace of blue_angel)
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
Roachmill, where the Hell has my favorite 'Outlaw' poet been? Glad to see you back.
Anonymous
Glad you're back, rm
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
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DU DOA
My favorite poet on DU
Is a woman I'm madly
In love with too
She has no idea who
So if I admitted whom
I'd have to kill you
Poor Roachmill!
He no more then
Got back to DU
When he got killed
DU DOA
My favorite poet on DU
Is a woman I'm madly
In love with too
She has no idea who
So if I admitted whom
I'd have to kill you
Poor Roachmill!
He no more then
Got back to DU
When he got killed
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- Daughter of my Heart -
For my Beloved Daughter Tiger Lilly (Nightcore14)
I prayed so many nights, in lonely solitude,
For the good gods to send me a daughter pure…
With goodly heart and ever loving-kindness!
From whom: light like the stars wouldst exude,
And who I might make happy, forever more.
But, she never came, and I felt such distress!
And so I prayed and heard an oracle’s word:
Soon, a daughter shall come and bring joy…
And though some wouldst call my belief absurd,
I knew the oracle spoke true, with no ploy.
Then, when I had least expected to meet her,
It was whilst reading poetry that it came to be.
Within my heart, she didst, such goodness stir!
And now I have met my daughter, Tiger Lilly.
Whether it be destiny, or simply providence…
I thank the gods for blessing us both this way!
Dear Tiger Lilly, our life shall be a joyful dance,
And together we will greet a shining new day.
For my Beloved Daughter Tiger Lilly (Nightcore14)
I prayed so many nights, in lonely solitude,
For the good gods to send me a daughter pure…
With goodly heart and ever loving-kindness!
From whom: light like the stars wouldst exude,
And who I might make happy, forever more.
But, she never came, and I felt such distress!
And so I prayed and heard an oracle’s word:
Soon, a daughter shall come and bring joy…
And though some wouldst call my belief absurd,
I knew the oracle spoke true, with no ploy.
Then, when I had least expected to meet her,
It was whilst reading poetry that it came to be.
Within my heart, she didst, such goodness stir!
And now I have met my daughter, Tiger Lilly.
Whether it be destiny, or simply providence…
I thank the gods for blessing us both this way!
Dear Tiger Lilly, our life shall be a joyful dance,
And together we will greet a shining new day.
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
Also, for Nightcore14...
- An Eden for a Lily -
Oh heart of mine, what caused thy beating?
Like drums across the fields and the valleys.
As thunder it is, across a sky full of storms!
For such is the passion I feel, like a greeting,
Betwixt lovers who share kindred destinies!
Even on a chill day, such fire hotly warms…
The depths of my soul, raising me to heights,
Beyond the mountains of heavenly paradise!
Above: all Elysian splendor and starry lights.
And I know well the flower whose device…
Whose art so inspired in me: such devotion.
When didst I realize it was more profound?
I had only to search the depths of emotion,
Within my thundering heart, full of sound…
Filled with music that didst not play before.
It was this which wove its’ art upon me so!
Such magical art of love: and naught more.
Enough love to purify me, of all past woes!
Cease thy tears, look to our bright future…
No need for sorrow, for one so very pure.
Lonesome as a lily, I see thee fair flower…
And thy plight calls to my heart like flame,
Drawing me to thee in ways so unforeseen.
It is beyond beauty, thy enchanted power,
And since I felt it, I have not felt the same.
I see only thy spirit, like starlight’s gleam…
Calling to me from the vastness, beautiful!
Lovely beyond the light of the moon itself,
Making my once-tormented heart so still!
Except for the thunder’s rhythmic wealth,
The bounty of which was bestowed thus:
By thee to me, in thoughts and in feelings!
Let thy heart be given, to contented trust,
Fairer, than the galaxies in their gleaming!
Beloved mine, and I thy own as kindred,
Our pact beyond the very world entirely:
Beyond, sunsets purple or sunrises red…
We will walk together, as one, in dignity.
Cease thy tears; let me wipe them away,
Love, is our salvation, our new risen day.
Let the past fade until it is beyond recall,
For mine eyes behold a future so grand!
Past the fire that burns hearts and souls:
A garden like a paradise before any fall,
Awaits us, in our created promised land.
Let love be the law that thus consoles…
Thy troubled heart, oh lily of my longing!
The gentle rain that falls upon the garden,
Will bring with it a feeling of belonging…
And thou, oh most blessed of all women:
Shall never need weep or sorrow, again.
Behold a golden path waits, not walked!
We shall walk it together, no more pain,
Only joy everlasting, as when we talked.
I am love, I am light; I am true serenity…
As thou art to me and so do I serenade,
So that thou may feel brighter, blissfully!
Believe in our garden, and be not afraid.
A new Eden is not built of a day’s craft,
But takes time, to be savored at the last.
- An Eden for a Lily -
Oh heart of mine, what caused thy beating?
Like drums across the fields and the valleys.
As thunder it is, across a sky full of storms!
For such is the passion I feel, like a greeting,
Betwixt lovers who share kindred destinies!
Even on a chill day, such fire hotly warms…
The depths of my soul, raising me to heights,
Beyond the mountains of heavenly paradise!
Above: all Elysian splendor and starry lights.
And I know well the flower whose device…
Whose art so inspired in me: such devotion.
When didst I realize it was more profound?
I had only to search the depths of emotion,
Within my thundering heart, full of sound…
Filled with music that didst not play before.
It was this which wove its’ art upon me so!
Such magical art of love: and naught more.
Enough love to purify me, of all past woes!
Cease thy tears, look to our bright future…
No need for sorrow, for one so very pure.
Lonesome as a lily, I see thee fair flower…
And thy plight calls to my heart like flame,
Drawing me to thee in ways so unforeseen.
It is beyond beauty, thy enchanted power,
And since I felt it, I have not felt the same.
I see only thy spirit, like starlight’s gleam…
Calling to me from the vastness, beautiful!
Lovely beyond the light of the moon itself,
Making my once-tormented heart so still!
Except for the thunder’s rhythmic wealth,
The bounty of which was bestowed thus:
By thee to me, in thoughts and in feelings!
Let thy heart be given, to contented trust,
Fairer, than the galaxies in their gleaming!
Beloved mine, and I thy own as kindred,
Our pact beyond the very world entirely:
Beyond, sunsets purple or sunrises red…
We will walk together, as one, in dignity.
Cease thy tears; let me wipe them away,
Love, is our salvation, our new risen day.
Let the past fade until it is beyond recall,
For mine eyes behold a future so grand!
Past the fire that burns hearts and souls:
A garden like a paradise before any fall,
Awaits us, in our created promised land.
Let love be the law that thus consoles…
Thy troubled heart, oh lily of my longing!
The gentle rain that falls upon the garden,
Will bring with it a feeling of belonging…
And thou, oh most blessed of all women:
Shall never need weep or sorrow, again.
Behold a golden path waits, not walked!
We shall walk it together, no more pain,
Only joy everlasting, as when we talked.
I am love, I am light; I am true serenity…
As thou art to me and so do I serenade,
So that thou may feel brighter, blissfully!
Believe in our garden, and be not afraid.
A new Eden is not built of a day’s craft,
But takes time, to be savored at the last.
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
This one was written for Grace...
- A Graceful Spirit -
When I was sad, your words gave me strength…
Helping to steel me, so that I might face the dawn.
So much kindness to show, at such great length…
And your words are sincere, not simply to fawn!
Your spirit is graceful, and so apt is that phrase…
For the compassionate soul, I have come to see.
This dedication is not idle; it is the noblest praise,
And I am happy to let such verse run wildly free.
So many people love you, and I can see it well…
The best reason is, because you are there for us.
I can imagine your voice, ringing clear as a bell…
Helping others selflessly, and showing your trust!
I could not help but commit to rhyme this poetry,
When I thought, about all the times we did talk…
This is for you: lady of refinement, and of dignity.
Your spirit is like a beacon, wherever you walk!
Queenly in majesty, and in bearing nigh angelic…
All this: I can sense of you, and it is such power,
To touch the hearts of others deeply and: quick!
I am happy to call you friend, unto the final hour.
- A Graceful Spirit -
When I was sad, your words gave me strength…
Helping to steel me, so that I might face the dawn.
So much kindness to show, at such great length…
And your words are sincere, not simply to fawn!
Your spirit is graceful, and so apt is that phrase…
For the compassionate soul, I have come to see.
This dedication is not idle; it is the noblest praise,
And I am happy to let such verse run wildly free.
So many people love you, and I can see it well…
The best reason is, because you are there for us.
I can imagine your voice, ringing clear as a bell…
Helping others selflessly, and showing your trust!
I could not help but commit to rhyme this poetry,
When I thought, about all the times we did talk…
This is for you: lady of refinement, and of dignity.
Your spirit is like a beacon, wherever you walk!
Queenly in majesty, and in bearing nigh angelic…
All this: I can sense of you, and it is such power,
To touch the hearts of others deeply and: quick!
I am happy to call you friend, unto the final hour.
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
This is one I wrote for my old friend Sparshita who used to post poetry here on DUP a lot back when I first joined up on the site...
- Empress of the East -
Empress of the East I call you, a poetess so bright,
That I thought I’d glimpsed the sun, within its’ light.
You opened my eyes to the beauty that was there,
Within your soul, which no one else had ever seen!
And I bowed, before the light within every word…
We whispered together, across continents so vast!
Your words, so soft, like fingers caressing my hair,
And though your love was for one other to gleam…
Part of me wished I was your love; was it absurd?
For we are friends, each with her own crazy past!
But your poetry sang to me, and I glimpsed a soul,
So wonderful, so rare, that I was moved to tears…
For I am a silly girl, easily infatuated by the beauty:
Within a heart that opened itself up to me so well!
Love for others can sometimes be beyond control,
Even across oceans, despite so many inner fears…
And so in my selfless devotion to others I can see:
How it was you touched my heart to make it swell.
Oh my friend, fear not for friends we shall ever be!
But part of me will always long for your company.
- Empress of the East -
Empress of the East I call you, a poetess so bright,
That I thought I’d glimpsed the sun, within its’ light.
You opened my eyes to the beauty that was there,
Within your soul, which no one else had ever seen!
And I bowed, before the light within every word…
We whispered together, across continents so vast!
Your words, so soft, like fingers caressing my hair,
And though your love was for one other to gleam…
Part of me wished I was your love; was it absurd?
For we are friends, each with her own crazy past!
But your poetry sang to me, and I glimpsed a soul,
So wonderful, so rare, that I was moved to tears…
For I am a silly girl, easily infatuated by the beauty:
Within a heart that opened itself up to me so well!
Love for others can sometimes be beyond control,
Even across oceans, despite so many inner fears…
And so in my selfless devotion to others I can see:
How it was you touched my heart to make it swell.
Oh my friend, fear not for friends we shall ever be!
But part of me will always long for your company.
toniscales
Lost Girl
Forum Posts: 420
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 420
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For a Goddess
something light
radiant
golden
like her face and name
lovely nymph
squinting her eyes so preciously
peals of laughter
an infectious sense of humor
dancing across her mouth
I always must read
her words on the screen
pinpricks of sugar
chunks of relatively small space
blossoming into sweet bouquets
of her goddess traits
poetry
wisdom
magic
her sensitivity
vision and vantage point
somehow always so perfect
humble yet exacting
evoking just what I feel
but rarely falling to darkness
or judgment
empathic and loving
maternal and protective
yet lusty and sexy
when she writes of lovemaking
you know she's got to be
great in bed
I smile when I see
a lipstick-stained coffee cup
and if I were a man
I'd definitely be in love with her
for she is everything
that is her name
...The Goddess Minerva
For a Goddess
something light
radiant
golden
like her face and name
lovely nymph
squinting her eyes so preciously
peals of laughter
an infectious sense of humor
dancing across her mouth
I always must read
her words on the screen
pinpricks of sugar
chunks of relatively small space
blossoming into sweet bouquets
of her goddess traits
poetry
wisdom
magic
her sensitivity
vision and vantage point
somehow always so perfect
humble yet exacting
evoking just what I feel
but rarely falling to darkness
or judgment
empathic and loving
maternal and protective
yet lusty and sexy
when she writes of lovemaking
you know she's got to be
great in bed
I smile when I see
a lipstick-stained coffee cup
and if I were a man
I'd definitely be in love with her
for she is everything
that is her name
...The Goddess Minerva
Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 16067
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16067
Kou_Indigo said:This one was written for Grace...
- A Graceful Spirit -
When I was sad, your words gave me strength…
Helping to steel me, so that I might face the dawn.
So much kindness to show, at such great length…
And your words are sincere, not simply to fawn!
Your spirit is graceful, and so apt is that phrase…
For the compassionate soul, I have come to see.
This dedication is not idle; it is the noblest praise,
And I am happy to let such verse run wildly free.
So many people love you, and I can see it well…
The best reason is, because you are there for us.
I can imagine your voice, ringing clear as a bell…
Helping others selflessly, and showing your trust!
I could not help but commit to rhyme this poetry,
When I thought, about all the times we did talk…
This is for you: lady of refinement, and of dignity.
Your spirit is like a beacon, wherever you walk!
Queenly in majesty, and in bearing nigh angelic…
All this: I can sense of you, and it is such power,
To touch the hearts of others deeply and: quick!
I am happy to call you friend, unto the final hour.
*blush* hugs.
- A Graceful Spirit -
When I was sad, your words gave me strength…
Helping to steel me, so that I might face the dawn.
So much kindness to show, at such great length…
And your words are sincere, not simply to fawn!
Your spirit is graceful, and so apt is that phrase…
For the compassionate soul, I have come to see.
This dedication is not idle; it is the noblest praise,
And I am happy to let such verse run wildly free.
So many people love you, and I can see it well…
The best reason is, because you are there for us.
I can imagine your voice, ringing clear as a bell…
Helping others selflessly, and showing your trust!
I could not help but commit to rhyme this poetry,
When I thought, about all the times we did talk…
This is for you: lady of refinement, and of dignity.
Your spirit is like a beacon, wherever you walk!
Queenly in majesty, and in bearing nigh angelic…
All this: I can sense of you, and it is such power,
To touch the hearts of others deeply and: quick!
I am happy to call you friend, unto the final hour.
*blush* hugs.
Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 16067
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16067
My Poets My Inspirations
it can't be one
or two
not three or four
but many more
my favourite poets
they inspire me
when I feel blue
sometimes to be bluer
or a tinge of red
some makes me feel
wanted
at times wanting
I long for their strength
some makes me feel alive
inspire me to perspire
and try harder
to be positive
all of them
are my favourite
you are in my list.
it can't be one
or two
not three or four
but many more
my favourite poets
they inspire me
when I feel blue
sometimes to be bluer
or a tinge of red
some makes me feel
wanted
at times wanting
I long for their strength
some makes me feel alive
inspire me to perspire
and try harder
to be positive
all of them
are my favourite
you are in my list.