An outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here!
The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population. This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas.
We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions: 1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well 2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems
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U hebt geen toestemming om berichten op dit forum achter te laten. Het minimaal vereiste lidmaatschap om berichten op dit forum achter te mogen laten is Brain Paard.
Yes, it appears that the moderators not only have set themselves up as the arbiters of taste, they have chosen to suppress all criticism of themselves as well.
I see no reason why a player can't post in his own language if he chooses, knowing that the majority of readers will not understand . . . it might even be an opportunity for others to post their own translations!
Personally, I love the cadence and resonance of German verse, even if I don't get all of it.
I remember when I wouldn't hold your hand
To cross the street; How did it feel?
Were you proud that I was growing? Did you smile?
Or was it painful? The withdrawal of intimacy:
Sign that I would soon become a stranger?
Our closeness always was unspoken. Without touching,
How would we share? How exchange those feelings
Keeping us together? The answer was, we didn't.
Finally we shared a roof but little else;
But for random handshakes, nothing would have joined us.
I must say the fault was mine. It took me years and lives
To know the power of touch. Finding you again
I found you newly shy, as if we'd traded places.
Very little time was given me to show you what I'd learned.
As you lay there, breathing only, once again I held your hand.
Did you know that? Did you see?
How did it feel?
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