(7/27/2014 5:23:00 PM)
Im the number one player these poeple keep hating these people keep hateing im the number one player these poeple or the matter some poeple or the hater im the number one payer
(7/26/2014 2:59:00 AM)
1small branches of broken tree
always looking to the one above
for protection for guidance
strengh and security of my life
little branche of tree
who heip others frm breaking away
who will fall
two branches of tree
who will fall?
who will stay?
now one branches stand alone
one fell one depart
see both broken
branches one cannot do without 1
scattered both in pain both branches pass 2ru destruction
hope new generation learn more
the broken branches
Prasanth K Jose
(7/23/2014 2:00:00 AM)
Born a bud,
Bloomed to a flower.
How it blooms!
As a baby learning to walk
little and little
In color, shape and size.
Oh! a maiden
i saw in it.
Butterflies and bees
came to seek her hand.
(7/21/2014 7:10:00 AM)
The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
If the stars return back
Nobody will stare at the sky
Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
In the window appears the untimely cloud
The map shivers in the western desert-wind
If that poisonous hand pierces bullet in the heart of Green and Red
In the electricity light the traders’ city illuminates
The sun seems to be one-hundred sixty million people
The blood-red line that appears on the crimson Sun seems pale
In the Eastern rays the imperialism will be burnt to ashes.
X. L. Woo
(7/20/2014 1:42:00 PM)
I'm driving on Highway I-95,
On a long journey to south and sea.
I start from the Garden State,
All the way down to Florida.
I seem traveling on a gossamer
Of the national highway cobweb
Woven by a giant spider
All over the United States of America.
The great artificial structure
Is the world's ninth wonder.
I enjoy the view of verdure
On either side of the thread-
The line on the face of the Earth,
The artery of the transportation.
I enjoy the happy high speed,
Of course at the speed limit(!) .
Who wants to get into trouble
With the interstate police,
That will spoil the traveling ecstasy,
And cost extra expenses?
I enjoy driving on highways
For thousands of smooth miles
Without hindrance of traffic lights
Till reaching the goal of my life!
(7/17/2014 2:47:00 PM)
Yah..! To create a beautiful poem, I believe attaching it to an imagery in our minds can do add more essence and creativity. Also, allowing life experiences to help us give birth to beautiful poems...
Eesha Raaziah Naqvi
(7/16/2014 1:54:00 AM)
Hello poets! Glad to return!
I prefer writing what I observe and feel, simultaneously. I focus on what I see through my heart. For me, poetry is all about imagination and creativity, instead of logic.
I invite you people for a discussion because opinions of others matter the most, they may help unlock many new and refined visions!
(7/12/2014 11:56:00 AM)
with all due respect. I would like to greet you all. I am new here in poem hunter and I don't know where I can post my poems/ publish my poems. can anyone please tell me how I can publish and manage my own poems.
X. L. Woo
(7/10/2014 9:43:00 AM)
When the scorching sun's high at noon,
I run from here to there,
From east to west, north to south,
Through the fields, over the ditches,
Up the slope, over the summit,
Down the hill, to the valley,
Into the woods, through the glade,
Not in search of ores, nor of gems,
Neither of buried treasures,
Which everyone seeks,
But of the element- H2O;
Not to quench my thirst,
Nor to wash my hands or face,
But to water a withering rose,
Lonely and deserted in a nook.
(7/9/2014 6:45:00 PM)
O, How Lovely
Lately I've been interested in rhyming with vowel sounds (assonance) , and only similar consonants. Like passed and crash. They can approximate each other's sounds. I've done a little exploring with syllabic, imperfect, weak rhymes, and half rhymes. There's something almost more elegant; perfect rhymes are overused and stereotypically reserved for childrens poems. This is also unfortunate because of the beauty and impact children's poems can have.
As always I'm interested in the voice which has not been heard, in objects and people and groups. Objects are voiceless, abused, and abandoned. So that if they suddenly gained a voice, we would all be moved with compassion. The narrative and the technique is less interesting to me than the point. I think any kind of art is really useless if it isn't saying anything. That being said, emotions are sometimes inarticulate, and still the most important things to talk about.
I also have an interest in concrete poems- poems that make images with the words. Unfortunately, this doesn't really work in the poemhunter format. The only thing that really keeps is single spaces between letters. I can construct mind-blowing poetry in using space as a medium to talk about the words.