Okay, this is not a poem. I just wanted to say that if there is anyone at all who is reading these, I thank you. And I will hold a contest. If anyone can guess my inspiration for most of these poems, I will give them 2,000 gg. I am not joking. I am completely serious. If you guess correctly, then you win... if not, then i'm sorry. you don't win anything. In some of these poems, only the person I am writing about will know, and others might guess very closely... but for now, It's a secret...
I'll be awaiting any guesses you may have... and I never said that I was writing about myself and another... keep that in mind... but, never foget the true heart of poetry... if you do know what it is that is...
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Poetry From my Heart
Poetry comes from a Poet's own soul and the deepest depths of their heart. Wether it be dark and depressing, light and cheerful, loving and romantic, it all reflects upon the poet's own needs, hopes, fears, and general oppinions.
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You banished me from heaven,
I was cast out of hell,
and now I must wander the earth for eternity.
How trecherous those white wings of yours are; for white is the true color of death.
I was cast out of hell,
and now I must wander the earth for eternity.
How trecherous those white wings of yours are; for white is the true color of death.
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