Published May 24, 2007
Oh life so dull of thought,
A treasure is no jewel.
In stars it twinkels like the day,
A forest has no thorns.
He told of days memory does not hold,
A dream is so like life.
No tale but imagination his,
A flower draws no wasp.
I sat in wonder true to my ears,
A window is an eye.
His eye so bright it reflected me,
A jewl is not a crown.
I got a little bored and had a lot of oximorons and random lines in my head, here is the result! 
Tigi x
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Well, random lines in your head become random lines on a piece of paper. Not any better.
My recommendation is to keep them in your head (or better yet: right down ideas you have in a notebook) until you think of an actual subject for your poem[s]. Then you can call on these additional images to sprinkle on your work, and weave them into your theme. Happy writing.
~Ed
Hehe, this is very random indeed. I can't help but sink in the tragic randomness you've created here. Try sorting out your mind, seeing the line apart from each other is half as bad as seeing them together.
You've got potential, show some of it
Cheerios, Chandni