writing Poetry.

[ArcusPluviusIncitus 45]

Today I was rather bored and had a lot of free time on my hands so I spend most of the day sitting there reading some poems by W.B Yeats and decided to try my hand at it.I went

over the poem trying to get similar structure and techniques but making it an original

poem whom no person had laid eyes on.

This is what I came up with, I tend not to publish works that I normally do but thought I might as well see what others think. I am not a poet nor do I claim to be an expert, it is merely just work of some guy who had too much time on his hands trying to make the days seem shorter. Hope this thread takes off and all of you try your hand at this.

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Exile's Agony.

Where the sun is eternally shinning in the bright blue sapphire sky

There the gull's are forever laughing among the muddy reeling rye.

Oh sweet blissful island, Oh sweet emerald isle

You shall leave me pinning forevermore in my minds hidden sacred eye.

 

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Dear Mother.

Where art thou mother dear?

For thy gentle voice I never

hear

Your fiery cheeks of blushing bright

Red

Your pure calming voice that would bring back the

Dead

Where art thou mother dear?

In my mind hath I no care?

I feel thy pain I clench my

Chest

I hope thou art in peace that thy art at at

Rest.

Requiescat in pace

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Usher the shrines

Usher the shrines in pure heart and joy the Gods would often say

As they spinned around stomping the ground in the stormy month

Of may

The Wind blew low, to and fro across the treacherous sea

As they went up and down and suddenly ground upon the

Cliffs of Trelee.

Usher the shrines of pure heart and joy the Gods would often say

As they banged upon the broken Bodhran as the dreaded beat

continued to play.

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Edited March 21, 2015 by ArcusPluviusIncitus