(1/9/2014 7:53:00 PM)
I like to think of poems as like everyday conversation in the streets. I stop by a corner and a poem is at the tip of my tongue. A man looks and he speaks indistinctly but my heart catches the end verse and I hastily memorize the words for typing on my Samsung. What you feel or hear is according to the setting of your own heart and mine. So, what comes out every time is a poem. So, a poem should speak fluently, and should touch people. The emotions it contains must be distinguishable. At least, from my own perspective. If I have garbage, I won't throw it in my neighbor's backyard, but make a compost of it to fertilize the ground. Whatever you read from me, I assure you that all has been composted and ready to fertilize your own mind and heart. If you want. The following are the opening lines from my recent poem " Bungee Jump" which tells of two types of man. Choose who you want to be. I did not dump the whole poem here as you can see.
By: Doris F. Cornago
This morning the cold wind slapped me awake
Slept late viewing videos of hunk with spunk
Don't mistake, it is all for you as instructed
My mind is full of icicles with your detachment
and now I see viciousness covered with a thong.
(1/9/2014 6:29:00 AM)
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I am not lost
My mind being empty
and it is hard to write something
from an empty mind.
Where did all the letters go?
where did all the words go?
what I can find inside me is nothing
but an empty soul
who stole the things
that I had in my mind,
I don't know!
but it is all gone,
that is what I thought
I thought it is gone for ever
but it is not.
I still can
I can talk about things
which I thought that I'll never remember
I can still speak up my mind.
I still can write from my mind.
I am happy that I am not lost...
(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?
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