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SilentiumTranquility in
A motionless lake wherein
Lay silent ripples

*Love of Flowers*Perfumed breezes stir
Like potpourri on the wind
Faint whisper of love.

2013 Delice1941
21st May2013

PrisonerThe prisoners in
cages of sadness. What if
it was us instead?

Wolf RunGrey wolves run tonight
They sing their songs to the moon
The pups get first kill

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Blue Fighter

Flowing silken veil
Blue deeper than midnight sky
Fierce fighting fish flares

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Red Jester

Satin red sparks blue
Merry dancing flutter fins
Dart with joyful play

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Bowl

Circle round once more
Perhaps it is different now...
Infinite glass wall

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Pond

Shining gold shimmer
Twinkles beneath the water
Glinting beyond reach

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Tick TockTick Tock Tick Tock Tick
Hours Seconds Minutes Life
Tick Tock Tick Tock Stop

017. jack rabbitsSilence holds the field
Tuffs of fur and bloody bones
lepus genus lives on

Haiku/NoteGlistering morning dew
Shining in sticky cobwebs
Dew like little pearls

for the ones who don't know
a haiku is:
line #1: 5 syllables
line #2: 7 syllables
line #3: 5 syllables

and I had to use two devices.

Ein Herbstblatt im Wind Ein Ein Herbstblatt im Wind

Ein Herbstblatt im Wind
Der Ruf des blauen Vogels
Zeit für den Süden

Haiku on Fallen Cherry BlossomsPink snow swirling in
gay circles across the road--
spring's wintry cosplay.

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Shine brightly and glow tonight.
The dark night cold, alone.

The Moon And The Stars
Mars Wilson
2-1-13
Haiku/Poem

WastelandImmortal fallout.
Invisible specters stay
to echo silence

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In the fire lit sky,
Burning. Melting; into night.
Watch the sun die slow, calmly,
The night takes over,
Arising in the daytime.
Breaking in the crack of dawn,
Taking its birthright,
Ruling the day forever.

-Landfill-An Idyllic Hill
Like My Face to My Spirit
Filled With Old Rubbish

StarsStars know how I feel
Shining alone in the night
But they are just stars.

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If you are who you are;
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And you will go far

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Such Fragrance

by ~CDing93, Jun 6, 2012, 2:05:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

Deep, rich brown below
Thought of as filthy, useless,
but with such fragrance

Such Fragranceby ~CDing93

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Haiku & Eastern

This is for ~akarra's HAIKU CONTEST

For a link to the original contest rules and all that jazz, check out this link! [link]

But yeah. Leave a comment letting me know what you think!

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~HuntingForHappiness Jun 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I really like this, for a few reasons, actually. For one, the smell of earth actually is really nice, although nobody I know shares that opinion. But I think there's a lot more to this. The way the people think badly of the earth, despite its fragrance, as you said, and more importantly, due to its great importance. The earth these people are looking down upon is in fact the source of life itself and something they are fully dependent upon. It's literally impossible to imagine a world without it. Yet dirt is considered, well, dirty and undesirable.

This can be applied to our culture and society as well. The people that we owe everything to('lower-class' people, minorities) are looked down upon by the very world they created. Despite their fragrance(here being their personalities, humanity, general goodness), they are mistreated and considered filthy and useless. In fact, we'd be nothing without them, just as the world would be nothing without the earth that nourishes.

And, like appreciation of the smell of earth, to appreciate the 'fragrance' of these people is seen as an eccentricity, when it should be the absolute opposite.

So that's why I like this. Imagery(which was awesome) aside, this makes me think, which is what I really look for in literature. You, in three lines, caused all those thoughts above, and many more, in my, and probably others' minds. Which is great.

(as a side note, please forgive me if this is kind of incoherent. I've been known to have that problem sometimes.)

~CDing93 Jun 13, 2012 Student Writer

Holy crap, what a comment! I'm glad you enjoyed it, man!

*akarra Jun 8, 2012 Student Writer

I love it. There is something about the smell of fresh earth that's powerful. We know it will produce something good.

~CDing93 Jun 8, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks a ton, man! Thanks for the watch, fave, and llama too! I can't wait for the results of the contest!

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