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  • Suman Kumar Das (2/23/2014 8:26:00 AM) Post reply

    My respected bards,

    I am happy to back to this wonderful e-plat form after few days. I cordially invite you all to read my new writes 'Bereft Beggar' & 'Sprouting Seed'. Look forward to receiving your guidance for my future works.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Partha Sarathi Paul (2/23/2014 3:01:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My life is...

    like a river
    that meanders with sharp curves
    and often changes its course.
    like a sponge
    that is wet with the odorous swab
    of not-to-be-forgotten sorrow.
    like a waterfall
    that is hidden behind a grove of throes
    yet violently gurgles and wildly calls.
    like an open diary page
    that looks droll with jotted doodle.
    like an alive match box
    that is full with slender Muse sticks.
    like a tube rail in tunnel.

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  • Taylor Kilgour (2/21/2014 4:35:00 PM) Post reply

    Write better poetry by exploring your thoughts and feelings about a topic that holds personal value to you.

  • Suman Kumar Das (2/21/2014 11:18:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Bereft Beggar

    I beg you, Mom!
    A piece of sandwich,
    Baked in your kitchen oven
    Not in some food factory.
    A glass of water I beg,
    Not a bottle of branded drink.
    For your magic hands
    Bring a heavenly savour
    Enough to quench hunger, thirst.

    I beg you, Dad!
    Out of your busy hours
    Few minutes to play with me
    Not long days for world trip.
    One or two coins I beg,
    Not a bunch of plastic perks.
    For your love and affection
    Fills the highest pleasure
    More than all needs.

    O’ my dear parents!
    It has been sixteen summers
    Spent lonely in hostel
    Bereft of your jocund company
    That bliss I beg today.

    Suman Kumar Das

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    • Patricia Northall (3/26/2014 11:57:00 AM) Post reply

      Such deep understanding of young teenagers emotional neglect and need for love. The last verse " O' my dear parents! ....... tugged at my heartstrings and " I beg you Dad.... asking ... more

  • Chris Tuscano Harris (2/12/2014 4:41:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Wouldn't it be nice if we used forums to actually talk about poetry and advice?

    Wishful thinking.

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    • Donna Chlimon (2/19/2014 6:49:00 PM) Post reply

      Seriously. Save the poems for your poet page, or another forum.

    • Doris Cornago (2/15/2014 1:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      Same here, Chris. I came over from another website hoping to find welcome from veteran poets. The most I see are bickering and backbiting. There are a few newbie who will gawk at veterans decapitating ... more

  • Anteaus Berryhill (2/11/2014 8:09:00 PM) Post reply

    This cold weather
    That is hard to walk in.
    I hope it gets warmer.
    Even though bad times are stressful.
    Working and studying is why I'm tired.
    And Lord knows I haven't been restful.
    So much to do and so much pressure.
    This life try to build fear upon me.
    But i know I got the power to build a strategy at any measure.
    I pray for the lord to keep my mind in full consciousness.
    When demons try to scare.
    Because I know I can't lose nothing less.
    I ask myself how can I win?
    To be able to pass every test.
    To be able to be a fox to observe every trap at my best.
    And be a lion to put fear upon my enemies by success and happiness

  • Anteaus Berryhill (2/11/2014 8:03:00 PM) Post reply

    Virgin Mary
    You just a lady in a red cloak.
    With black spots that symbolize your sorrows.
    You walk on the gardens.
    Giving birth to the flowers.
    May I pardon.
    Have you came from the heavens my darling.
    The way you spread your love with passion.
    And those gold material thing don't mean fashion.
    The art of your beauty is the fashion is forever everlasting.
    Right now I'm look at view of God's creation.
    But I see that your sorrow are not invisible.
    Why do you worry?
    Virgin Mary.......

  • Anteaus Berryhill (2/11/2014 7:56:00 PM) Post reply

    A War story
    Don't close your eyes my friend.
    We are at war with the enemies.
    Don't fall my friend.
    We at war with the enemies.
    Don't be behind my friend.
    We at war with the enemies.
    Don't cry my friend.
    We will see our families.

  • Anteaus Berryhill (2/11/2014 7:54:00 PM) Post reply

    Don't forget me.
    Because I got plans.
    Plans that was put on God hands.
    Before he created me.
    A future that he see.
    Don't forget me.
    Because the love I show.
    Even though I know.
    That you would hate to see me go.
    But I got Plans.
    A risk is what I take a chance.

  • Anteaus Berryhill (2/11/2014 7:52:00 PM) Post reply

    You just misunderstood
    You know what you want but its never good.
    Like a dream that never come true.
    So now you feeling so blue.
    Because the man you love wasn't honest.
    And now you being modest.
    But he still don't understand.
    Because you just asking for a simple demand.
    You find out this relationship never work out.
    And now you eating Ice cream and pout.
    You watching a love story.
    And finding that love is your only glory.
    You are pouring out your tears.
    Because men been hurting your for years.
    You ask yourself why you went with them?
    You now have trust issues.
    Crying with a box of tissues.
    You got that fear about love.
    And all you need is just a hug.
    All you need is a hug love one.
    A broken heart torn by love.
    The men treat you good at first.
    But then they treat you like animal.
    Mate after mate and you was just a bait.
    And all you want to do is just wait.
    And wonder if God send you someone good.
    Someone that is not hood.
    But someone good............

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