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  • Rookie - 589 Points Jefferson Carter (12/1/2013 11:28:00 PM) Post reply
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    I recently retired from 30 years teaching poetry writing at Pima Community College in Tucson. My ninth collection, " Get Serious: New and Selected Poems, " has just been published by Chax Press, Tucson. If you'd like someone to mentor you in your quest to become a better poet, I'm offering my services for the cost of a copy of my new book
    ($ 16) . Google my name to find out more about me. Contact me by a PH message if you're interested. JC

  • Rookie - 14 Points Sudhanshu Shekhar (12/1/2013 11:59:00 AM) Post reply

    Candle light and moon
    I saw her but was in dim,
    I like her but like the scene,
    That was my first hunt,
    Of beautiful queen,
    When I will first meet with the prince,
    Then what I will say to the prince,
    Tell me queen?Tell me queen?
    Don’t worry my owl servant,
    Take this kind candle,
    This will glow in moon light,
    A road unseen,
    Take you, there in wild forest,
    You find there beautiful deer,
    She will glow this candle with her holy horn,
    Then you will meet with the prince.

    Deer abolished with some magic,
    Right there was a handsome wild prince,
    He was tortured and was in trouble,
    Accurately everyone was watching his \her face,
    Oh! God! What happened to his brave kingdom in which once he ruled?
    Nice no silent, was a violent,
    Candle light and moon.

  • Rookie Victorya Turner (11/27/2013 10:27:00 AM) Post reply

    hello I have a great poem in mind and I want to post it how do i.

  • Rookie - 18 Points Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 12:40:00 AM) Post reply

    Song of Seasons

    When my face turns pale
    Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
    She extends a heavenly hand
    To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
    Making me smile with stunning scene
    How calm! How serene!
    My body becomes pristine.

    When I fear in scary night
    Within four walls without light,
    East windows she opens
    Evil ebbs as day dawns.
    In appearance of ‘Summer Sun’
    What power! What living burn!
    Makes me bold warrior of morn.

    When my heart gets hurt
    Tears brim in eyes with regret.
    She stops flying cloud
    Sparks lightning, then thunder sound.
    But never halts ‘Rainy River’
    So patient! How flows further!
    Says me to stay unruffled forever.

    When my conscience clashes with mind
    How cool! She invites ‘Winter Wind’
    To freeze all my rage and lust.
    To free squalor from my chest.
    Also she calls ‘Spring Sparrow’
    So sweet! Its chirps alleviate my sorrow.
    So this song emerges from my Marrow.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Rookie - 18 Points Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 12:36:00 AM) Post reply

    Assurance of Heaven

    One day!
    Kismet will kiss you,
    Hope will hug you.
    Hunger, thirst, pain
    All ordeal will be overcome.
    Also time will take
    Pride in your prize.
    While sleeping, as blanket
    Bliss will warm you.
    Love will come
    To make you hear lullaby.

    Oh! Children of heaven,
    Do not despair;
    Rather keep on dreaming
    Without losing trust in self.
    So hang on trying,
    With heart and soul.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Rookie - 134 Points Terrance Tracy (11/22/2013 11:21:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    This has been my experience:
    When writing poetry the use of correct grammar can easily turn a short poem into a narrative tale.
    Some of the best classical poems are full of fragmented sentences and passive sentences.
    When an inspiration occurs it is okay to meditate on the inspiration but don't take too long; reason: spontaneity of thought will be lost for
    the sake of clarity. I stand accused of these poetic crimes.

    The question that I have is how to maintain the rhythm of the poem?
    Emulation of other poets may keep the tradition of writing poetry however, I strive to develop my own style and still maintain rhythm.
    I would appreciate any advice.
    Terrance Tracy

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    • Rookie - 134 Points Gulsher John (11/26/2013 8:50:00 AM) Post reply

      In 20th-century poetry, meter and rhythm not only experience " STRAINED RELATION" but undergo a destructive divorce; and in the court settlement, RHYTHM gets the house, the car, and the cond ... more

  • Rookie Mohammed Alhali (11/20/2013 11:22:00 PM) Post reply

    It is Me The Real Lover of the girl from the hooly land

    It is a real story

    It is a war but it is a love from the deep of my heart

    I wrote this on 24 May 2012

    Here the story started

    And after this I put a song to let her get nervouse so I can make sure that she is watching me

    It was the only way to know that she is looking

    This story it is not just real, it has a big meaning and miracles!


    For more than one year I have been

    Living as lonely & that was seen

    Walking & waiting her to appear

    For few seconds leaving her to disappear

    Hopping in a day I will make my move

    But for few seconds didn't get an approve

    The heart was broken but who cares!

    The princess is princess & how u dare!

    The love is gift & shall be shared!

    But who knows she might get scared

    Day & night her face was on my sight

    And one day my heart might see the light

    The heart made a choice & the case was closed

    The girl was found guilty for her refuse

    But The princess is princess & how u dare!

    The way for justice will be a nightmare

    The court in a kingdom will not be fair

    she cant enter the prison so u will be there...

  • Rookie - 130 Points Wojciech Kolesnikov (11/20/2013 10:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Does this one " feel complete" ? Does it confuse?

    One Word
    The heart waits for the story to be written,
    By a quill dipped in fountains,
    - In Ocean water.

    Words at rest,
    The foetus not yet spoken,
    In what the eyes will see
    And thoughts that will translate
    - The bitter; the sweet.

    The heart waits
    To express solitude,
    And if words it wants-
    Let the story be written,
    You and I
    On a one way street,
    One word,
    Well written.

  • Rookie - 133 Points Gary H (11/18/2013 9:28:00 PM) Post reply

    She stands there in the rain with a sad look on her face.
    She was once full of joy and life but that's all gone now.
    She now believes as if people look right through her.
    She closes her eyes and begins to dream about flying.
    As the cold her passes her face she for the first time in a long time smiles.
    And as she comes to a landing she realizes there is no more pain, no more sadness, no more anything.

  • Rookie Neelabh Datta (11/16/2013 10:40:00 AM) Post reply


    In a scented wood
    an owl is calling
    over the resting land
    the night is falling
    The air is sweet
    with the scent of may
    the birds are asleep
    waiting for day....
    In the purple night
    no showing of light
    a breeze is blowing
    rustling the tree leaves
    with a soft little sigh.
    The owl is so still
    giving a soft little shrill.

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