Damon Inferel Posted July 6, 2003 Report Posted July 6, 2003 Well, though it has been said that stuff that I just make up as I go along shouldn't really be considered poetry... I think that anything that has a rhyme scheme, some sort of meter, and was crafted with some imagination... it's poetry... perhaps not very good poetry, but poetry still. Here goes... Poem #1 Time and a half is the overtime fee Plenty of cash for the employee Something I desire is monetary reward And thus in a bank it shall all be stored Plenty of time to save and gain interest So all of the green can have a place to invest Perhaps into stocks or savings bonds Or even to help the wildlife in ponds Money is what's needed to help out the world Or even to help diabolic plans come unfurled But I'd rather help out our glorious population Or... maybe blow it all on an expensive vacation Poem #2 A beautiful rose Blooming brightly during spring Such glory it shows Poem #3 Is life what we make it? Or is it merely a game? A toy of fate All destiny's the same We are all doomed to die In one way or another So in a sense we're all alike No different from each other Can it be avoided or ignored? Perhaps forgotten all together? Or does fate have us wound Around it's finger like a tether? It's almost proof that we have no control Proof that fate truly exists Something not overcome By either our brains or our fists So how is that we cheat our fate? How do we evade our doom for a time? Why do we even continue? Is life so sublime? There is no answer There is no avoiding our inevitable end So it is only for this lifetime That we are permitted to attend Perhaps we don't die Perhaps we live other lives But is that really cheating death? Into oblivion it seems humanity dives...
autumn_sun Posted July 6, 2003 Report Posted July 6, 2003 Hmm...I'm debating with myself which one I like better, the second or the third...
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