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  • Jepri Ali Saiful (5/12/2013 3:41:00 AM) Post reply

    An angle dove

    A dove flies above this trinity’s Buddhist temple
    Whom do I have to say to..??
    I hope Brahma can change the dove to be an angel
    To avoid Siwa to hate to..! !

    it is my poem, please give some opinions

  • Sophia Engel (5/11/2013 10:54:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Black Stallion
    By Sophia Engel

    Aloft the wind
    I ride the night sky
    I see the world through a much different eye
    Rural, black and Deadly I am

    Power, beauty
    Strength and grace
    I feel the spirits of ancestral space
    I speak the unspoken word
    of mother natures brutal world
    Rushing winds
    And tearing storms
    Threatening yet not achieving
    To bring me down

    Pride of herd
    The leader
    The stallion
    Sisters and brothers
    I live ever-watchful standing by others
    Watching, listening
    For threat and danger

    We run and gallop
    Through wind and rain
    Never stopping
    Never resting
    A kaleidoscope of colors
    Flying through the forest pride
    Through nettles, thorn and deadly tide
    The short, the tall, the long of mane
    No two ever the same

    I know the chance
    I know the fear
    I know the forest ways
    I live on the edge
    For death crouches near
    I feel its breath on my neck

    On my back I carry a load
    Through storm and calm
    Ever vigilant and bold
    Strength and bravery rage inside me
    Natures will always guide me
    Through wind and rain
    To high and low
    Over cliffs and Mountain tops

    I have died in battle twice already
    Killed by man
    Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

    Yet I survive
    I take each step with pride
    I am ever loyal to those who seek
    The free life, the wild life
    For I am feral and wild
    For I am the Black stallion
    The King of the wild

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    • James Kastner (5/25/2013 8:08:00 AM) Post reply

      There are a lot of very nice things in this poem, particularly in the first two stanzas and in the repetition in the fifth stanza. I'd be happy to give you more specific notes which, of course, you c ... more

  • Badboy Vibes (5/9/2013 2:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Discuss ways to improve your poetry.....THIS DOES NOT MEAN POST YOUR POEMS HERE.
    Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas about how to write better....AGAIN, THIS DOES NOT MEAN POST YOUR POEMS HERE.

    It is so annoying to see these self obsessed attention seekers destroying these forums.And even more pathetic the few who reply to them and encourage it.
    Get help and stop posting ya crap here ffs

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    • James Kastner (5/25/2013 8:30:00 AM) Post reply

      If you don't like a post or the responses to a post, just move on to a post which interests you. Others have a right to post what they want to, as you have a right not to read it and move on. Comment ... more

    • James Kastner (5/25/2013 8:16:00 AM) Post reply

      I guess I have too responses to your post. First of all, if you don't like a particular post and attached comments, don't read it and move on to a post that intrests you. That is basically my respons ... more

    • Donnaj York (5/10/2013 10:10:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      What is worse in my opinion, is that when someone does use the forum for its intended purpose, no one will respond. Is communication a dying, (or dead) , art?

  • Lily Thompson (5/7/2013 3:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Forget

    I forgot to forget
    I remembered to remember
    Winter sun sparking your eyes
    Setting them alight –
    warming me,
    Memories
    Aspirations
    Dreams
    that you spoke
    Still etched in your face
    for my witness,
    Lost in the breeze,
    Twirling through the trees,
    Dancing in the wind,
    As we watched the seasons pass
    Nonchalant
    Coolly unconcerned – by definition,
    I tried
    But the wind blows past
    I breathe in the dance
    And I forget to forget.
    I remember.

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    • James Kastner (5/25/2013 8:21:00 AM) Post reply

      There is a whole lot that is very nice in this poem, the cleverness of the first two lines and the imagery to help the reader understand the abstraction of the emotion. I think it could be tighten up ... more

    • Bismarck Williams (5/22/2013 9:47:00 AM) Post reply

      nice poem Lily. Love this

  • Oloko Oyindamola (5/7/2013 6:16:00 AM) Post reply

    Only providence knows what tommorow holds
    Only Thy knows whose time it is to leave
    Only He knows for how long it would take
    Only Thy as the total control
    , , , , So Dear, , , , , , , , ,
    Would always be with you
    Either though times or smooth
    Would always be by you side
    Either you need me or not
    Would always be by your call
    Either you say a word or not
    Would always stretch an helping hand
    Either you need an help or not
    Would never make you sad
    Either you wrong me or not
    Would never make you cry
    Either you offend me or not
    Would never leave you
    Either you here or far away
    Saying all this from the depth of my heart
    But am not promising
    Because am not sure i would wake up tommorow

  • Mariona .c.richard (4/23/2013 9:01:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello everyone I need some help of how could I publish my poems, lyrics and books in here if you can help me please send a massage I would appreciate this if you help me step by step this is solo important for me! ! !

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    • Donnaj York (4/23/2013 6:52:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm sure there are other people here who know more than I do, but I know a little. Most people, I think, self-publish these days. Blurb.com is one website. You could Google " book publishing&q ... more

  • Lyn Paul (4/21/2013 4:21:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey Merry if ever you need any advice I am not the one to ask. It is Midnight Voice - Thomas A Robinson along with Valerie Dohen and Unwritten Soul. These 3 really have something to give to others. Thank You

  • Rose Lu (4/18/2013 4:51:00 PM) Post reply

    Thanks Titi so much for your posting. Yes, You are right.

  • Vladimir Vladimirov (4/17/2013 8:28:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello friends, would you say, if you understand the following, which a few bugs and how authentic it sounds, thanks.

    What people know, what people know
    about a road out of the blue snow.
    Oh bro, some say: it's, where the wind always blows,
    where Dawn is slow, and it seems now -
    it was a long-long time ago.
    But in the ghostly mist the lonely star calls go.

    What people see, what people see, -
    boat leaves the endless empty sea.
    His flags dissolved in smoke like passing fantasy.
    But even, if in ecstasy,
    he confidently promised,
    you always knew - the germ is only where the seed.

    What people need, what people need,
    does not know even the free wind.
    And those, who sought, wandered while doing it.
    But even our little band also prefers the happy end.
    Playing the saw for you we have this country beat.

    When all your dealings super good,
    sheep eaten by wolves in the woods,
    and when now doesn't happens every bullshit,
    train rides between the angry clouds,
    and all of what you'll never know,
    remained in place, you will not see until the need.

  • Varinia Alvarez (4/17/2013 5:56:00 AM) Post reply

    How could I love love, if love has never loved me. I am in bed alone and I cannot sleep, I am just fixing my memories by changing reality. El amor siempre Es rojo, y el cielo es muy palido.... Pero yo deseo verles por deseo y no antojo.

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