(1/8/2014 12:28:00 PM)
If I post poetry here, is it guaranteed that a dated record will be kept?I'm afraid of copyright infringement.
(1/8/2014 9:07:00 AM)
Are you looking for love?Beware that you might find something else if you keep looking in the wrong places. Or sometimes not, who really knows what you want?This poem expresses one side of togetherness...Actually, another apology...
Looking At Same Moon
By: Doris F. Cornago (Phoenix)
If you walk with such heavy feet
stay out my way because I can't
So silly playing a game of chance
faking romance, do you think life
can be played out as a dying tune?
Step nimbly, talk funny, make me laugh
Love a man who is unmindful of time
Not looking at watch losing control
of mind almost looking like a fool
but yes, responsive to sliding touch...
Your fingers stepping up in a jazzy
beat, horns weaving a magic tune
like a snake entranced by sinuous waves
of feelings, my mind reeling
from mistaken recognition of a man.
Are you with me, am I with you?
Let's stay companionably together
You in your corner, me in my own
seeking warmth from same thoughts
Together tonight looking at same moon.
(1/6/2014 6:50:00 AM)
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I'm new to poemhunter, and don't know how it works that much. But I've some poems you guys would like.... Please leave a comment or rate... I'd appreciate that... Thanx :)
(1/6/2014 12:59:00 AM)
Please feel free to read my recently updated collection, and rate and comment as you wish. It would be greatly appreciated, Jack Growden.
(1/5/2014 10:16:00 AM)
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A poem is born of the inspiration
and filled with perspiration
and sometimes precipitation.
Those who don't understand
precipitation in the poem I am
referring to tears that comes
from writing from ones heart.
Those who don't understand perspiration
It is the hard work that's put into verse.
You have brought nothing new to the table; if you
keep writing these verses, they are rehearsed
and won't contribute to your purse.
I thought it best to get it off my chest,
before I am put to rest with repeated rhymes
used too many times.
Writing poetry is like painting a picture
using words instead of charcoal, oil, water color,
It seems that they prefer words used by muse,
divine inspiration has no room they may have met
their fate. It is a supernatural discourse
that is preferred.
I don't care if it rhymes too much or has
been well rehearsed; either you like it
are you dislike it, it really doesn't matter,
we all have our own style that will be with
us for a while.
I do not mind constructive criticism
so let's not call for a poetical exorcism.
I think it's fair to say it appears poets
have no sense of humor when you try
to amuse a muse.
If you are still reading this poem
and it does not meet your expectations,
or qualifications I apologize for
using the wrong media to relay the frustrations.
I have read beautiful poems in this forum
however some of the poems are downright weird,
such as this one.
(12/30/2013 8:59:00 PM)
Should a poem pass a " standard" to qualify as a poem?Is lofty language or artistic form be some of these criteria for a poem's acceptance by the tribe of poets?What do you think tribal poets?
(12/29/2013 3:22:00 PM)
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Hello, Poets. I just want to repeat a warning by my publisher that once I post a poem in PoemHunter, I cannot publish the same in amazon.com or any other publisher on account of SELF-PLAGIARISM. Would anybody care to confirm or refute this?I will be grateful for any authoritative view on this matter and I feel, most will be grateful for guidance. Can anybody from PoemHunter comment?
(12/20/2013 11:14:00 AM)
Im not new at writing poetry but i would like some honest feedback on some poems I posted. Can you guys go check them out?
(12/18/2013 3:35:00 PM)
Laying here thinking about how much a person can love someone. I wonder… You love him so much your world isn’t complete with him in it. Your days aren’t as bright without his amazing smile. Your body aches without his touch and the sense of hearing is not a good without the sound of his voice. He is and always will be the biggest and most important part of your life. Your love for him is deeper than the ocean and farther then the sky. The thought of him loving another is unreal to you. You can’t imagine him with someone else and he can’t even imagine loving another. When he’s asleep you just lay on his chest and listen to the calm sound of his heartbeat. When he kisses you the heart begins to race and knees start to buckle. You can’t seem to figure out WHY?Why do I love him so much?Why does my world revolve around him and only him?Then suddenly you wake up and realize it was all just a dream.
(12/16/2013 6:37:00 PM)
When i think of poetry i think of imagery the more descriptive the more vivid the imagery and so we poets must make every efforts to rid our poems of lazy filler words. we all do it to some degree