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((One of my first and probably few attempts at poetry, depending on reception.))


Miles away
See thine own decay
Miles to the South
Words halt 'fore my mouth

Warping winds of every second
Merciless and unrepentant
Fate hugs not her child Twist
Chaos, design, no powers insist

In the center yet out of balance
Profound truth of lack of talents
Daybreak comes when cell phone rings
Paradise, fear, one of those things

The Celt saw evil in the north
Vikings pillaged, sailing forth
To I, mayhap same, joy shines in the South
Alas, words unsuited, die in my mouth

If patience be shining virtue
Then my soul be dark as gloom
But for first romance, who can be calm?
My head, how it burns, as it rests in my palm

Affection may quite carry distance
But what of this instance?
Illusioned myself, or her to I?
A pain it is, it leaves me dry

My soul yearns so dear for joy
But my sorrow not release it's favourite toy
Spiting myself whilst desiring yon
Misery, it is weighed in tons

'Tis a cruel annual wait
I pray she keep her charm and trait
I pray the flame burns time short
And see, it blazes slow and hot

Much occurs in three sixty five days
May little transpire this set and race
Speed through weeks and months as equine
And thus, I'll partake of sweetest wine

[Kaez]

Not bad, in fact. I think you could have given yourself a bit more freedom if you didn't have it rhyme, but otherwise, good.

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To me, a poem without rhyming is lazy unless it's an epic.

Then you have an excuse. Otherwise, it should rhyme.

[ARSmith ((Wolfeh))]

Yours is a great one. :] I love it a lot. Keep up the good work!!! :]

And would you take a look at my more patriotic one? 'Damn Proud'?