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  • Rookie - 645 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/9/2015 11:27:00 AM) Post reply
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    Read and comment on my poem on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sympathy-34/

    Sympathy


    The poor lad in cast-offs scent'd the wafting aroma
    Of the flamboyant pastries so lusciously succulent
    Near to the scrumptious fruit tarts he went
    Drooling at the dainty food with deep desire

    Pulling out the vacant, penniless pockets
    Hoped the boy to find some money to buy
    The noshes so toothsome, he teared his eye
    'It can't be helped' said he with a doleful sigh

    Felt he a mellow, sympathetic pat on the back
    A misty-eyed, benevolent woman was behind
    'You yen for the delicious bakery snacks, I know
    For I can understand your tears and your woe'

    Wiping the boy's tears with a satin napkin
    She bought him the tasteful food he coveted
    The boy's eyes glistened with great glee
    'Thank you ma'am' in a feeble voice said he

  • Rookie - 645 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/9/2015 11:26:00 AM) Post reply

    Read and comment on my poem on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-beauty/

    Bird Beauty


    A harlequin parrot as free as a butterfly
    Flapp'd her rainbow wings in the azure sky
    Boasting her grandeur and flamboyance
    To mates devoid of charm and elegance

    She settled on the fecund oak tree's bough
    Whose bare branches in winds would bow
    An unembellish'd, avacado-green fellow
    Gazed at her splendour, grace and glow

    'Witness my beauty, you pygmy gawk
    I'm superior to any macaw or peacock
    My vibrant skin, my majestic wings
    Are as ornate as gardens of springs'

    The parrot so penny-plain and verdant
    Replied in his pompous, solemn accent
    'Beauty is a lovely possession, my friend
    But you'll know its sour truth in the end

    A bird's blithe days do not last long
    Beauty doesn't make one evasively strong
    You'll be a prisoner in a man's house
    Who shan't pay heed to your grouse

    Or a zoo's puny adornment you'll be
    To live a life lonely as the Arctic Sea
    Veil your allure to avoid fate's perfidy
    Before it shuts you in a cage so bitty'

  • Freshman - 1,815 Points Nishi Kumari (1/7/2015 2:45:00 PM) Post reply

    when you write a prose with an upset heart...the prose too becomes a poem....

  • Rookie - 55 Points Sadashivan Nair (1/7/2015 2:00:00 AM) Post reply

    What you write, you don't read,
    but you sing, is known as poem...
    Existed right from ages,
    When writing was immature,
    It was time yearn for wisdom
    persisted all the time,
    Crave for wisdom matured the poem,
    Was easy conveying thoughts,
    Was easy grabbing thoughts,
    Melody was easy luring mass,
    Expressing, listening too was fun,
    So could remember and sing all the time,
    What you write, you sing is poem...
    Stanza was grammer, melody was soul,
    Antiquity writing too was poem,
    Even inscriptions were in poem,
    So could sing the wavy words,
    Keep in heart the piece of worth,
    For use in life, for peace of mind,
    It was poem made us human,
    Shakespeare, kalidas,
    Tulsidas and Plato too were poets.
    Even prediction of Nostradamus
    Were 4 line quatrains,
    Even sorrow, joy, love and anger
    conveyed in poems,
    It was way of expressing merits,
    What you write you sing is poem...
    It is teaching since ancient times,
    Poem is a message for curing life,
    Poem is a language for living life,
    Acknowledge virtues of wisdom,
    Use it without spoiling sense,
    What you write you sing is poem..

    © 2014 Sadashivan Nai

  • Freshman - 1,815 Points Nishi Kumari (1/5/2015 4:55:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Like the beautiful hues of the wings of a butterfly adorns her like a precious queen....in the same way smiles, metaphors and poetic devices adorn a poem as its ornaments.....

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    • Freshman - 1,815 Points Eric Ericson (1/6/2015 5:08:00 AM) Post reply

      This is true. I find that simple plain words, while straight forward, can carry a second hidden meaning. So a poem about an ice storm is really about two lovers breaking up

  • Silver Star - 9,626 Points Heather Wilkins (1/4/2015 1:52:00 PM) Post reply

    a haiku is three lines syllable count 5-7-5- about the seasons a senryu is three line syllable count 5-7-5- about God life
    a good length for a poem is up to 14 lines I think

  • Freshman - 1,815 Points Nishi Kumari (1/4/2015 5:51:00 AM) Post reply

    look at a poetry as if you are looking at a beautiful landscape...get completely lost in it....then try to appreciate it....the beauty of the poem will get raised manifolds....

  • Rookie - 645 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/2/2015 12:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Aesop's Fable


    A humming bird sweet-toned and silvery
    In a cage trapped, sang a sober song
    In the ebony-dark, dismal night...
    She sang ne'er in hours of daylight

    A bat as dusky as a blackbird's wing
    Was enchant'd by the canorous melody
    'Your song is so dulcet, Mr. Mellow
    Why do you hum not in day's glow'

    The little bird eyed to her fresh fan
    Said she in her tone, sweet and sad
    'In a balmy day sang once I in glee
    A vile, heartless human but caged me'

    Passed the dark fellow a wry smile
    'Had you paid heed to perils before
    You wouldn't have to bear such pain
    Crying o'er milk spilt is futile, vain'

  • Freshman - 1,815 Points Nishi Kumari (1/2/2015 7:08:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Poetry is an art which is less to be learnt and more to be felt...a poem is like a painting not with the pencil and colors but with the ideas and imaginations of the mind, the beauty of the heart and the solitude of the soul.....its a creation which comes out of passion and mood......poetry is like writing down the true and honest feelings of the heart....

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    • Freshman - 1,815 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/2/2015 12:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I totally agree with you. Writing poetry is like being in an enchanted world of imaginations and fantasies, that you adorn by turning them into words with metaphors and similes.

  • Rookie - 645 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/1/2015 6:08:00 AM) Post reply

    Do read and comment on my poem.
    http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-you-in-the-gentle-rain/

    The lovely rain as steady as a first, amorous kiss
    Is sombre without your fragrant presence
    For our fervent love is as deep as an abyss
    I crave to cuddle you in this icy-cold rain

    The river of my life is unnourished and dry
    Though it's drizzling amply to slake my soul
    As droughty as the black crow flying in the sky
    In seek of water to quench his profound thirst

    The songs of those maidens in the gentle shower
    Are as dulcet as your bell-like, honeyed voice
    Your three words of love are as sweet as a flower
    My heart yens to hear them again and again

    The rainy day is mirthless, dreary and blue
    Like the dull, colorless season of autumn
    The candle of my bliss is waiting for you
    To be lit up again, for it has grown dim

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