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  • Edgar Stevens (8/6/2013 3:46:00 AM) Post reply

    Poem Hunter Poetry Contest has officially started. You can enter with your favorite poem now or write a new one and submit it before August 31st,2013.

    Prize is $1,000 for the winner and $250 for the 2nd and 3rd place..

    You can write in any poetic style and on any subject.

    Entering the contest is free.

    Details: http://www.poemhunter.com/contest/

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/5/2013 1:51:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Do not tell me dear,
    that love is no longer
    and that you and I
    only two memory
    in the wind without passion.
    Do not tell me dear,
    that our blue wings
    the ice was wrapped.
    Do not tell me dear,
    Hope that long gone,
    even though they are still hot lips
    and the heart still wants to.
    Do not ask a dear,
    one of us will lose more.
    You Honey,
    you know,
    I can love others
    as I have loved you.
    But you, dear,
    do not love you
    I loved as I do.
    And maybe that someone will love the spotlight Moon
    Who knows?But that someone will not like me,
    I do that a long time I was your face.
    And Honey, happened to us all
    and at the end without a handshake and a kiss good-bye.
    For everything that once was.

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    • Badboy Vibes (8/5/2013 11:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      Why are you posting this....stuff, here?....If you can write some English then surely you can read it to?...Read what this thread is for and you may realise just how dis-respectful your attention seek ... more

  • Badboy Vibes (8/3/2013 11:03:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I post here for feedback regarding age suitibility for my poem...Not for attention seeking...I love to write poems/rhymes...but realise that there is no money to be made in it...unless you can pull in the story books for kids???? Rhymes for kids cant be that difficult to do, can they?...I have tried...I dont think I have succeded very well as the point in the story is maybe too much for the age group that such a story/poem is for?

    Basicly...what age group do you think would enjoy this poem?

    Never Ever Keep A Whale In Your Pond

    Did you ever hear of the tale,
    about the Man...who kept in a small pond...a rather huge Whale.

    (in my opinion, he should have gone to jail)

    In the pond...the Whale would miserably sit,
    whilst the Man`s friends...all stared and pocked at it.

    Then one night...the rains did heavily drop,
    and from the pond...the Whale did hop.

    (not much of a hop, more of a twist and a belly flop)

    And still the rains...did not cease to stop.

    Flooding the land and lifting the house,
    up a tree...ran a door mouse.

    Then the house started to move and float,
    being nudged by the Whale...it was now moving like a speed boat.

    To the Ocean...they set sail,
    the house being pushed...by the huge Whale.


    Now the man lives...all out at sea,

    with the Whales charging Dolphins...a small fee,

    to see The Monkey...that belongs...back in a tree.

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  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/3/2013 2:17:00 AM) Post reply

    Inviting and threatening
    such as these.
    And not a toy.
    It is a steep hill,
    Escape the everyday.
    the mountain
    and the crazy
    and crazy you
    that the mountain rushes.
    And calling,
    invites you
    it can mount its peaks
    smell to its flourishing gardens.
    Gardens of the gods.

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/3/2013 2:13:00 AM) Post reply

    Not for sale,
    As long ago been awarded,
    Not for sale,
    As the gold is framed.
    And you read the lips,
    and eat you in your eyes,
    it's not you.
    You're like a trophy,
    Carrying gold gloves,
    because he wants to,
    because he is rich,
    and your ATM.
    Maybe it's your your mat?
    A position as a pad?

  • Jack Growden (8/2/2013 2:54:00 AM) Post reply

    PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! I am a young, aspiring poet. Feel free to rate and comment on my pieces. Thanks, Jack Growden

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/2/2013 1:52:00 AM) Post reply

    No more so,
    It’s all been
    what is to come,
    It’s gonna be.
    The signals in space
    The faces of the sea
    It was once,
    a long time ago already …
    And somewhere,
    far away,
    the silent voice
    became cold,
    cold through the ‘night.
    And come on,
    all laugh at him go,
    This is not yet a sin.
    And there is no sin,
    if kisses words
    as fires burn
    and awaken memories.
    We once loved
    And were loved,
    We killed a laugh.
    He is a lover for one night
    he is like ambulance for help.
    And blue for you
    when you enter you.

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/2/2013 1:51:00 AM) Post reply

    Explain them as dry firewood
    and lay at the door.
    And waiting, and waiting,
    the fire burn.
    Can the words like the morning sun,
    which will float a smile.
    And it’s not even a sin
    Rose in her teeth.
    And it’s not even a sin
    if locked heart
    again, it’s crazy.
    Crazy passion with kisses,
    It’s crazy that you’re still crazy.
    They are friends of silence.
    Beauty without a touch.
    Have a nice wind.
    Throughout the day, through the ether.

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/2/2013 1:50:00 AM) Post reply

    Our names are
    as a barcode.
    And we are all only
    as items put together in the stores.
    Always on sale.
    And with time,
    the names of the burden for traders.
    It’s hard to sell anything.
    Our names
    for the disposal folded.
    It is already so,
    that the time is not over this,
    what is ahead of time
    it was so.

  • Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/2/2013 1:43:00 AM) Post reply

    Leaves hair.
    Thoughtful face.
    Eyes closed.
    And these deeper tones.
    You are falling into the abyss of dreams
    day to day.
    And silence crazy
    but even they go mad
    Why you’re not crazy,
    I’m still mad that I?
    It could be your tornado
    may rocket
    to fly to the red planet
    and obleživa the two embraced,
    Both hit.
    And I ask
    why is not your tears of happiness,
    falling down like a waterfall in the mountain lake
    by kissing the morning sun,
    that shines on your lips through your smile?
    Yeah, you my girl
    Perhaps women are far more beautiful in the south;
    Humorous, sensual, and more
    Take your time,
    to admit that the ants
    and love out loud.
    Our names are
    as a barcode.
    And we are all only
    as items put together in the stores.
    Always on sale.
    And with time,
    the names of the burden for traders.
    It’s hard to sell anything.
    Our names
    for the disposal folded.
    It is already so,
    that the time is not over this,
    what is ahead of time
    it was so.
    Explain them as dry firewood
    and lay at the door.
    And waiting, and waiting,
    the fire burn.
    Can the words like the morning sun,
    which will float a smile.
    And it’s not even a sin
    Rose in her teeth.
    And it’s not even a sin
    if locked heart
    again, it’s crazy.
    Crazy passion with kisses,
    It’s crazy that you’re still crazy.
    They are friends of silence.
    Beauty without a touch.
    Have a nice wind.
    Throughout the day, through the ether.


    No more so,
    It's all been
    what is to come,
    It's gonna be.
    The signals in space
    The faces of the sea
    It was once,
    a long time ago already...
    And somewhere,
    far away,
    the silent voice
    became cold,
    cold through the 'night.
    And come on,
    all laugh at him go,
    This is not yet a sin.
    And there is no sin,
    if kisses words
    as fires burn
    and awaken memories.
    We once loved
    And were loved,
    We killed a laugh.
    He is a lover for one night
    he is like ambulance for help.
    And blue for you
    when you enter you.

    Your body aircraft carrier
    Waiting for someone to land again.
    Waiting for someone to take again.
    And lands, and this takes.
    Deep within you,
    on a slippery track your body.
    Deep within you,
    as steel bird.
    And you're gonna scream,
    the passions of the drawer.
    When you repaint the tongue and navel nipples
    and you felt his lips on the red river kisses
    and will freak out your compass in your Bermuda Triangle,
    then you breath again, all wet and passionate,
    and he's gonna bite you in your black curls
    and I whispered
    and lie to you sweet words.
    And you're gonna scream.
    And you're gonna cry.
    And again, you'll be happy.
    As luck would really be eternal.

    Al rain,
    Al you are falling you
    Ice still burning.
    In our view
    Contact
    In our times
    touch
    Waves of happiness
    bridges passion.
    And laugh
    when it rains.
    And we are one,
    yellow as the sun.

    Rain kissing morning.
    Everything is quiet.
    There is no birds today.
    Only a tranquil peace.
    You may love again?
    Maybe you will again take time for yourself?
    To make an old flame burn again?
    Agora and again both crazy.
    Once upon a time there were shots to the heart.
    There were fears.
    They were like birds under the clouds.
    They were like a face on their planet.
    And take off the space to the bone.
    Both were hit.
    It was true love.
    She is a real disease.
    And maybe still is?
    Who knows?

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