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  • Anoop Nair (3/11/2013 5:37:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear Friends,
    I posted three poems. Please write comments and kindly rate my poems.I appreciate both compliments as well as criticism.
    Thank you
    Anoop Nair

  • Rookie - 5 Points Keith Robson (3/7/2013 5:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Like colours seeping through a prism with so much magic mysticism
    The day turned pages to the night, where light is shade and shade is bright
    As if the pastel hues of time were wound within their endless rhyme,
    Meandering as life’s river bends, and yet creating subtle blends
    Of crystal sun and shadow streams, at least that’s how their image seems
    Like moon tied mist on Autumn nights, subdued before the Winter bites
    And leaf touched red and golden hues cascade to earth and pay their dues,
    The river wanders where it will, tomorrow it will wander still.


    On sleeping children in their beds, the stars kiss blessings on their heads
    Through unborn Springtime glacier skies, beneath their eyelids dreams surprise
    And touch the souls of providence, that slumber in their innocence
    Like dreams we shared when we were young, before the shades of life were hung
    In ways we couldn’t countermand, that we could never understand
    For children are life’s building blocks, the treasured souls that time unlocks
    So subtly into grown up ways, no more the dreams of salad days
    But saplings that have grown aloft, though dreams still keep their spirit soft.


    To voices whispering in the dark, the lines of life will make their mark
    On all they know and all they see, and all they ever aim to be
    For strength of mind and strength of will helps every soul climb every hill
    And every hidden stumbling block will fade away as they unlock
    The doors of life they treasure most, and wander past life’s winning post
    And yet there will be many doors, some give much pain, some heal the sores
    The artist paints so many ways, in oils, in words of salad days
    To let us know so many care, they paint or write the living Prayer…

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    • D. Smart (3/27/2013 10:02:00 AM) Post reply

      You write exactly the way my mind thinks of words...yet am unable to express on paper. This is my favorite kind of poetry...words that read like music. Yours is so beautiful that you have made a new ... more

  • Rookie - 5 Points William Glatzel (3/6/2013 8:53:00 PM) Post reply

    Sonnet although not yet finished. Entitiled, " To the Sun."

    O’ beautiful marigold, you bloom every morning
    O’ crucial daystar, you disappear every night.
    You are the reason people are laughing
    Those who love your arms are teeming with delight
    But how confusing art thou; only science can tell?
    Constantly shining so others can bask.
    You never cease to come around, and never dwell,
    And humans will continue to ask.
    Those who know why know why.
    The sun comes back; because it knows,
    The world is empty without heavens eye.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Wini Jose (3/6/2013 12:58:00 PM) Post reply

    it is not always important that you have to know great words and tough technical terms to write poetry. When it comes, just let it flow naturally like the rivers and you will find yourself becoming a poet floating in the river forgetting the problems in life. That's all that you got to be to be a poet. Let the words speak from your heart. Please feel free to read my poems and to leave your comments on poemhunter.com.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Tinisha Taylor (3/5/2013 2:26:00 PM) Post reply

    I run off of emotion.. just me an the paper what i feel is what i write.. then i share it with friends

  • Rookie - 5 Points Harshit Agarwal (3/4/2013 4:02:00 AM) Post reply

    http://harshitladdoo.blogspot.in/
    This is my blog. Can I get any feedback for these poems.

  • Rookie - 5 Points Snehil Kaushik (3/3/2013 1:15:00 AM) Post reply

    imagination is other thing, but writing something which is happening around you is always fun. and its very nice....

  • Rookie - 5 Points Fatma Ballaswud (2/27/2013 11:17:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    So, my question is...sometimes when I write a poem, I just lose my aim and message. And I begin to drift here and there, paint images and then...the closing line! I feel that my it often holds no obvious theme, it's rather a chaos of metaphors and emotions. What should I do to avoid being distracted while writing?

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    • Greg Davidson (3/3/2013 2:20:00 PM) Post reply

      Never be happy with a first draft. Pu it away and return to it in a few days, few weeks or few months. [One of mine stayed in my head for 10 years before order prevailed] Treat it like a fine gem - ... more

    • Snehil Kaushik (3/3/2013 1:18:00 AM) Post reply

      its obvious.. you should read it again and again after writing each stanza and omit the distracted part...

    • Donnaj York (3/1/2013 8:13:00 PM) Post reply

      I have had a lot of turmoil in my life recently and haven't been able to write a thing. But inspiration will hit me again.

    • Titi Dale (2/28/2013 12:53:00 AM) Post reply

      Emotions are just things that slow or ce ... more

  • Rookie - 5 Points Manisha Khandelwal (2/26/2013 9:36:00 PM) Post reply

    IMPORTANCE OF TIME
    MANA WQAT NE KUCH KARAMAT TO DIKHYI,
    PER AB VO MAZA KAHA JO NADANIYO ME THA,

  • Rookie - 5 Points Josy Chow (2/24/2013 5:42:00 AM) Post reply

    To my Heaven

    Pink blossom trees
    With boat sailing down the river
    Singing with my charming thee
    no matter whatever
    Living with endless glee!

    Lighting thunder?
    Just the beats for dancing free!
    Raining pour?
    Just brewing your sweet tea!
    no matter whatever
    Be worry-free!

    My heavy luggage
    Please go away!
    Don’t block my way
    For my happy sleigh!

    Oh! My Dreaming heavenly world
    Where are you?
    You are so far, far
    far away…

    Take me to my perfect heaven
    Where Pink blossom trees
    With boat sailing down the river
    Singing with my charming thee
    no matter whatever
    Living with endless glee!

    This is a poem I recently write to express my feeling.
    Please give me some comments after read it, thx ;)

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