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Skating poetry

sk8kirsty

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Aug 24, 2019
Honestly I don't even know what this thread is lol
I've always been quite a fan of poetry, especially writing poetry, and I think it would be cool to write some poems and stuff about skating
I guess if you are ever bored, you could come on this thread and write a poem or something?? 🤷*♀️[emoji23]
Lol it's just a thought haha
 

elbkup

Power without conscience is a savage weapon
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Mar 3, 2015
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Thus is a nice idea actually....

Not figure skating related except to say Thank God for it entering this month of All Souls...

"No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member --
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds.
November..."

(by Thomas Hood)
 

sk8kirsty

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Aug 24, 2019
Thy love for me was so alive and real
That day by day she lead you to her cry
The one who's love was only hers to feel
The trust I lay on you would slowly die
From whom you gained a sad and broken heart?
And now 'tis time for you to pay thy price
For now I shall be tearing you apart
And 'twas because thee disobeyed me twice
I loved thee and thee didst adore me back
But only till the day she stole thy soul
You seek for love but dignity you lack
Thy tragic mind didst leave me with a hole
I now believe 'tis time for you to go
So mine own heart will not break anymore
Oh why did I not keep thee as my foe?
I felt a spark, but thee've become a bore
I shall declare that thee be not my friend
So I shall leave, lest not it be the end

Poem written by Kirsty (me lol)
Just a little sonnet I wrote for my English class last week, doesn't relate to skating but I thought it was a decent poem of mine haha
 

elbkup

Power without conscience is a savage weapon
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:biggrin:
:bow:
I bow before anyone who writes poetry... and sonnets, no less!! Lovely...

So, I have a riddle... can you guess what I am?

"Her sitting on an ivory throne she found.
Drawn of two steeds, the one black, the other white..
Environed with ten thousand stars around
That duly her attended day and night.
And, by her side there ran her Page, that hite vesper,
Whom we the evening star intend,
That with his torch still twinkling like Twylite,
Her lightened all the way where she .would wend,
And joy to weary wandering travelers did lend."

(Edmund Spencer).
 

Ducky

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Joined
Feb 14, 2018
I'm trying to get some stuff published but, since I don't think these particularly good and I don't think I'll ever show it to the person intended (or anyone because I don't really like my one note sad poems), here they are:

"Moussaka"

I used to daydream
of saving the world
of magic and dragons
and the spells I could cast
or the swords I would sling.
Now it's smaller stuff.
Today I spent a break
thinking of what it would be like
to tell you off handily,
from a room away,
that in the fridge there was
leftover moussaka for lunch,
if you wanted some.


and another one...

"Mirror Therapy"

Sometimes those who've
lost limbs are made
to reflect upon the
whole half of their body
to make their body whole

A missing limb causes pain
the new space doesn't make sense
we are built receptors
perceiving silence as static
the static painfully unintelligible

The lack of you is a sharp ache
not dulled by time
nor reflection when all
I see in a mirror is
me twinned alone.
 
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