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		Occuria Summoner - Crying... TALK - {{{17:00,december 21,2011}}}



		{{{Not so long ago (year ago) I had a poetry contest. Theme-«Welcome to my world». So I decided to write about Final Fantasy World (VII). Honestly, it was about One-Winged Angel, but I am not his hot fan! He has just cool character… A violent anger Burning flash inside Fate and last like night terror- Empty insidiousness with blessing truth behind God envy your victorious insight Among the cloudy live in fear Prophetic Sisters writing a new page- Insurgent angel goes to rear, And save the world from desperately cage… But human said, that he is a fierce destruction When themselves build blood machines. …He sees their actions, and thought- Advent and War? I’m sorry, but you miss! A mysterious gift of the goddess Was painful, unwillingness birth Hero, who alone, not heartless, In my vision- Healer of World! There were ten of us, with own poems. And I was a loser!!!!!L.The winner was a boy (We all were about 12 and we are not native speakers of English ) with his poem about how he woke up, ate his breakfast and went to school .That’s ALL!! Question I- Is this poem really that bad? Question II-Should I go to this contest again with my poems about Final Fantasy? }}}


		Keltainentoukokuu - OH YEAH AWESOME TALK - Keltainentoukokuu 14:21, December 21, 2011 (UTC)



		Your poem sounds too much like you just crammed a lot of fancy-sounding words and concepts together, maybe looked some up from a dictionary, and it's not all grammatically correct. There are a dime a dozen poems like that in any contest. Poetry isn't about earth-shattering revelations, but it is a form of communication, like all art.


		Occuria Summoner - You know I have the eyes of a wolf... TALK - 18:40, January 22, 2012 (UTC)



		Oh,yeah,really thank you!I have another "poem"-Lucrecia.Come what may,i am ready!I need your voices Through hum of trees And rainbow birds with their plumage Through virgin forests with their past and grieves As for that reason keep your courage There's an overflowing transparent river That keeps its pray to waterfall Its lullaby so sweet, like pleasant fever And like a dirge in darkest hall There's a guardian, Cerberus, the werewolf of mad So keep away, he is extremely moody He's free from chains, but still so sad As he's in love with frozen sleeping beauty O thou, o fragile maiden! Yet and still has not been known By son, the prisoner of Eden, But her fiance, stay forlorn! Or else, improve your temper made of stone!

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