Stevie Poems!!!

[dissention]

Share your Stevie poems, boys and girls. I'll start with the one I composed just yesterday.

stevie nicks is everywhere
stevie nicks is a good stevie nicks
stevie nicks is an american idol
stevie nicks is not merely a woman
stevie nicks is god and she still looks good
stevie nicks is cool
stevie nicks is absolutely perfect in every way
stevie nicks is fine with that

stevie nicks is a woman of many things
stevie nicks is rock
stevie nicks is the ****
stevie nicks is the sky
stevie nicks is making me squeal like a pig
stevie nicks is the high priestess
stevie nicks is, like, the greatest
stevie nicks is never going to die
stevie nicks is neither welsh nor a witch

[David]

I was going to post my poem "The Battersea Bridge," but I chickened out!

[DavidMn]

I was going to post my poem "The Battersea Bridge," but I chickened out!
I'd love to read it. :nod:

[Sahara]

I was going to post my poem "The Battersea Bridge," but I chickened out!
Ah go on. Please!! :nod: I will if you will!!

I write poetry that's inspired by Stevie, but not necessarily about her ... I'll look up some and type them up if I can.

Do Lindsey poems count, by the way? I do a lot of them ... :rolleyes:

[ragandbone]

Photo of Stevie With the Black Poodle

In a floppy hat
holding a dog too tightly
a face like sunshine

*******
The cool thing about haiku is that the title can be half the length of the entire poem. ;^)

[amber]

Edge of fabulous
Stevie Nicks voice best ever
Charmed hours haunted songs


:laugh:

[macfanken]

Stevie Nicks is Queen
Rockin gypsy of my dreams
Tastes like a snausage

[amber]

Stevie Nicks is Queen
Rockin gypsy of my dreams
Tastes like a snausage
:lol: :lol: :lol:

snausages.




snausages.

[ontheEdgeof17]

I listen to her songs
Every night...every day
Why do you ask?
It's prolly cuz I'm gay... :cool:

[dissention]

Twirling, twirling
Blonde hair in her face
In terms of a solo career, Nicks won the race

Spinning, spinning
With a bad hip
We all know Lindsey can't stand that ****

Croaking, croaking
Too many "well's" to count
At IHOP she now qualifies for the senior discount

Writing, writing
She puts pen to paper
She says in the past ten years, well, there's been no one to date her

Touring, touring
She never seems crass
But stories abound about coke up her ass

Twirling
spinning
croaking
writing
touring
They all define Stevie
We've come to depend on her
At least more than those damned levees

[JazmenFlowers]

Floating asteroid
Need to buy some school supplies
You're soaking in it

lmao - this is hilarious - for some reason, the only picture I get someone with, well, nevermind...

[UndoingTheLaces]

stevie nicks is making me squeal like a pig??? :laugh:

[amber]

Twirling, twirling
Blonde hair in her face
In terms of a solo career, Nicks won the race

Spinning, spinning
With a bad hip
We all know Lindsey can't stand that ****

Croaking, croaking
Too many "well's" to count
At IHOP she now qualifies for the senior discount

Writing, writing
She puts pen to paper
She says in the past ten years, well, there's been no one to date her

Touring, touring
She never seems crass
But stories abound about coke up her ass

Twirling
spinning
croaking
writing
touring
They all define Stevie
We've come to depend on her
At least more than those damned levees
:lol: :lol: :xoxo:

[catinthedark]

I listen to her songs
Every night...every day
Why do you ask?
It's prolly cuz I'm gay... :cool:


Bwahahahaha. :laugh:


And I'm still giggling at the snausages.

[StevieNicksEO17]

Twirling, twirling
Blonde hair in her face
In terms of a solo career, Nicks won the race

Spinning, spinning
With a bad hip
We all know Lindsey can't stand that ****

Croaking, croaking
Too many "well's" to count
At IHOP she now qualifies for the senior discount

Writing, writing
She puts pen to paper
She says in the past ten years, well, there's been no one to date her

Touring, touring
She never seems crass
But stories abound about coke up her ass

Twirling
spinning
croaking
writing
touring
They all define Stevie
We've come to depend on her
At least more than those damned levees

You are a horrible, horrible person, Diss. But, you're funny. :)

[ragandbone]

...
Writing, writing
She puts pen to paper
She says in the past ten years, well, there's been no one to date her

Touring, touring
She never seems crass
But stories abound about coke up her ass...

:laugh:

See, I think you actually had this^ poem when you started the thread, but you posted that other one as a decoy, and once you had lured everyone in with the somewhat innocuous verse...WHaMMO!
How devilish!

[golddustwoman77]

Some of you may have read this when we had our Stevie contest a few months ago, but for those of you who haven't here it is. :shrug:





"In Her"


In her I can feel the pain of the world
Like prayers unanswered by God
In her I touch the anguish
That only she feels just
In her I can see the darkness
Like the time before acceptance
In her I can feel a burden
One that she solely bears
Like a wooden cross upon the back of all humanity
In her I view real life, a trueness of self,
Not looking for acceptance from most
Only those who have felt the same hopelessness at their feet
In her I can see independence, dying to be set free,
Only too scared of what lies waiting out beyond the storms
In her I see genteel frailty shielded wearily with superficial strength
As she tries to face the steely world about
In her I search the harsh world that has educated her soul
A world she wishes to alter in hopes of healing her wounds
Only to be lost down the winding road that took her gods to salvation
In her I face myself

[RavenOfRhiannon]

In the darkness that is her symbol
The wind starts to blow making trees tremble
Silhouetted against the moon her dark form appears
Upon her face are the tracks of her tears

With a gesture from her hand the winds suddenly cease
All is now quiet the forest at peace
She walks with purpose to a solitary grave
And remembers the story of this lonely knave

In his life he committed a single crime
He had loved a witch saying I will make her mine
They were happy together as all could tell
But some say he was under a spell

Then one day a child disappeared
The village cried It's The Witch! Run In Fear!
They dragged her through the streets and locked her in a cage
Her blood began to boil her mind began to rage

She unleashed her powers Hell rained down
Fire and brimstone destroyed the town
Everyone died including her love
When out of the sky came a white winged dove

It settled upon the dead hand of her knave
And cried why is he dead, it is he you must save
The witch cried I cannot restore life
The dove replied You will never become his wife

The figure turns to disappear
It will not return for another year
All that is left is a grave marked Shannon
The figure was his love the Witch called...

Rhiannon

(I wrote that in high school, be kind)

[Ghost_Tracker]

Share your Stevie poems, boys and girls. I'll start with the one I composed just yesterday.

[/I]


You may wish to add the word "Stevie Nicks" a few more times
so that people know who it's about.
TEASIN'! TEASIN'! ROCK ON! :)

[Ghost_Tracker]

In the darkness that is her symbol
(I wrote that in high school, be kind)


HOLY CRIPE this is good!
:eek:

[Ghost_Tracker]

OH-kay, so this is a little poem about Stevie that I wrote almost a
year ago - I don't pretend that this is publishable or even all that good,
it's just a little "thingy" that I wrote for fun. There's some tense changes
and stuff but hey, "that's just the POET that i AM!" ( :laugh: )
Anyway, here it is - it's just meant as a little "compliment" to
The Stevester.


Rattlesnakes Sound in the Distance



"Rattlesnakes sound in the distance.
Sun blooms over the desert.
Shimmering shivers of heat,
scintillate up to the sky –
but all that they do
is make her ask why.
And serve to point out –
The desparately cold frost
on a hill that seems monstrously high.

Has all been lost?
Or is there still a way to get by?
She points, we look up –
shooting star streaming across the sky.
“No THERE!” (she reminds us).
It is Rhiannon, of course.
We try to take flight
but can’t reach to that height.
“Silly! You must first learn to fall!” said she,
(as rattlesnakes sounded in the distance. . . )

But Rhiannon, she calls
For us to bust through these walls -
As the bitter cold
of the Planets of the Universe . . .
helps us to be warm.

It’s from love that she falls, fell, will have fallen –
But that got us started talkin’
about what love is (as rattlesnakes sounded in the distance).

And now the desert floor begins to shake,
from a thousand ancient little earthquakes
and from players who turned out to be fakes.
“Hah!” she laughs. To me this is steady
(and it helps me get you ready! . . .)

Then the three birds, they dive down.
“A mountain!? To us it’s a clown!”
- They swoop down, whoosh by, the ice explodes
in a glittering gale of fairy-tale glamorie!
“What are those birds?” we ask less-one-clue.
“Why don’t you know?” (she secretly smiles).
“Honey, that’s easy –
they’re you!”


So - that's it! :] :shrug:

[WildInTheWind]

Some of you may have read this when we had our Stevie contest a few months ago, but for those of you who haven't here it is. :shrug:


Wow that is great!!!

[golddustwoman77]

Wow that is great!!!


Thanks! That is very kind of you. I will have to say that Ghosttracker and RavenofRhiannon's poems are just terrific. Much better than mine, IMhumbleO. :o But, I'm happy with my little ode to Stevie.

[RavenOfRhiannon]

Thanks! That is very kind of you. I will have to say that Ghosttracker and RavenofRhiannon's poems are just terrific. Much better than mine, IMhumbleO. :o But, I'm happy with my little ode to Stevie.

I love your poem GDW77, and I thank you and the others for the very nice things said about mine.

There are some very creative Ledgies out there!!!