The Road Before Me


There lies a road before me
A long and winding path
Filled with the adversity
Which does incur one's wrath.
Aside from this it also shares
Inexplicit joy
But few if any waste their cares
On what they deem a ploy.
This road, you see, has many ways
Deviations great and small
But most will take the route that pays
Each thinks himself no fool.
But in fact they may have passed
The best road of them all -
The one that would forever last;
A firm, unending rule.
But not are we to judge a man
For his choice is his own.
Instead we should mind our own plans
And pray our ways atone.


The Blessed


Blessed is the man who gives much from little
When little is all he has to give.
Blessed is the man who is not brittle,
But lets go of strife and remembers to live.

Blessed is the man who is often right,
But more so if he can admit to wrong.
Blessed is the man who can leave a fight,
Instead of being fulsome or headstrong.

Blessed is the man who helps another,
Regardless of whether the other helps him.
Blessed is the man who loves his brother,
Through times happy, as well as grim.

Blessed is the man who respects thoughts and feelings
Whether or not he neither likes them nor agrees.
Blessed is the man who is honest in his dealings
When the chance is there and no one sees.

Blessed is the man who smiles at praise
And takes criticism with equal measure.
Blessed is the man who struggles always
To make another brim with pleasure.


Thoughts, opinions, criticism, cookies?

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~ Vader's Corner ~

*gives him a cookie*

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I'm sorry, but they're really not good.

You need to work on getting away from cliches and cliche 'poem words'. These sound like every other poem ever written on the back of a high schooler's spiral notebook.

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No, you are very wrong. a poem on the back of any highschoolers notebook is more like

Love

I love him so,
he's my john doe
I dream of that one true kiss
I've been waiting just for this
We will liv...blah blah angsty love crap etc.

CRAP like that.

These are not like that. They are good. The second IMO is much better then the first though. The first one is almost highschool notebookery.

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I made a thread, that turned into the debate, so I made a second thread, that turned into a debate, then I made a third thread, that caught on fire, burned down, got flamed, crapped on, bashed, then turned into a debate...but the fourth one, the fourth one stayed on topic!

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I don't really like it, but that's just because I have a strong aversion for poems that rhyme. So don't mind me.

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Author of A Pirate's Tale (Mots SP)& Co-Author of The Darkest Thing (JK SP)
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<phantom> You're always going to be aloser if you attempt to aspire to massassi standards.
<phantom> They're a bunch of socially inadequate <beep> whores who have little or no lives.

Or or or! You can't forget the classic:

"He came in like an angel
and left like a demon
he took my hart with him
and now my hart is black
i wish teh sun would go out
so the entire would would be as black and dark and cold
as my hart."

All spelling mistakes were on purpose.

I like the first poem (in the original post, not SAJN's), but not the second one as much. I'm not exactly sure why, but it doesn't seem... as good. Bleh. I suck.

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The line "pray our ways atone" seems erroneous or unclearto me. What is the intended meaning? (a)pray that our ways are atoned for(by something else) or(b) pray that our ways do atone(for something else)

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The first is rather...lame.

The second is pretty good though. I like 'em both though. To paraphrase Robert Frost--"Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down", or rather, free verse isn't so much poetry as it is crappy prose put into poetic form.

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Sorry, that is unclear. Well, I'm a Christian, so it kind of has to do with "will we redeem ourselves" when we come to the end of our path;it ties in with the whole theme of not judging others in the poem (where it says "But not are we to judge a man, for his choice is his own"), but instead focusing on our own journey and proceeding ever onwards despite our own shortcomings. Ultimately, it's a reminder to be humble and choose the paths of life prudently, in hopes that we can achieve the kind of life God would be pleased by.

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How is it lame? Could you perhaps be a bit more specific, so that maybe I could improve my writing.


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