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  • Samiul Halim Rookie - 1st Stage (9/6/2014 2:14:00 AM) Post reply

    i want to training.... poems, , , ,

  • Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip Rookie - 1st Stage (8/29/2014 10:26:00 PM) Post reply

    Mizoram the queen


    Queen of flora and fauna
    Mizoram deserve it
    Religious of one united
    Standing in the truth of their wealth
    Sun rise very good to them
    As they know what were for it
    The place so clean
    And the pavilion so fresh
    The fight so ignored
    And the unity so strong
    The mountain so high
    And the water so fine
    The people so nice
    And the their heart so frank
    Mizoram is it
    Where we join our hands
    Leave and heave welcoming till the end
    Culture of its pillar
    Never to be standing alone
    The people serve its rightful path
    For the religious so great to them
    The morning rise with the thunder of love
    And the evening rise with the wealth of its love
    Weather kills all our sorrow
    The cloud hides all our muzzy
    And the rains wash away all our tears
    The colors of its place
    Recalls that we are the mizo
    The people never serve in lies
    And even the birds don’t wish to migrate
    Of Mizoram our generosity
    Long live were the words of yours
    And the royal of your wealth
    Will dignity all our lives
    And we the people of yours
    Salute you for your kind arts
    Of Mizoram my place of all!

  • Zoila T. Flores Rookie - 1st Stage (8/28/2014 6:35:00 PM) Post reply

    Absolutely,
    Freedom is something precious
    that I wouldn't change for anything.
    .

  • Melikhaya Zagagana Rookie - 1st Stage (8/27/2014 2:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Well if freedom means having the priviledge to do what you want then, we still a bit little far, rules are everywhere you can't really be free can you?

  • Gajanan Mishra Bronze Star - 4th Stage (8/25/2014 5:16:00 AM) Post reply

    Be opened like the flowers, be heavy like the clouds, be free like the airs, and move towards the sky.
    There in the sky discover the sun, the moon and innumerable stars and make yourself enlightened.

  • Mohammad Skati Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage (8/21/2014 11:13:00 AM) Post reply

    There are a lot of pretty poets who write free verse in a great way. It's how much one is gifted and how much one is experienced. Thanks.

  • Abekah Emmanuel Freshman - 2nd Stage (8/17/2014 7:53:00 AM) Post reply

    To me, writing in free form removes the limitation that rhymes places on the poet use of words. It allows the poet to freely employ
    words that will suit the message.

  • Richard Beevor Rookie - 1st Stage (7/15/2014 3:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Cry Within The Soul

    Torment cries,
    hearts despair,
    alone to stand
    on the silent street.
    Willow tears,
    cried within,
    people talk aloud
    for a lonely day to die.

    Come another wasteful year,
    see another falling tear,
    seldom are we joined as one,
    people hard and cold,
    shun man and child alike,
    dead to all,
    remember that once
    you had the chance to love,
    to talk, to laugh,
    a friendship lost
    in a moment of silence,
    broken romance
    in heated rage,
    so life is hard
    what of personal folly,
    forgive those who hurt you,
    go into the street,
    stand and stare at buildings
    to the sky,
    roam away from city sights,
    find the country lane,
    on gentle hills
    to ponder life's treasures
    the fruitful land,
    lea or meadow,
    mountain or dale,
    call it what you will,
    the home for animals grazing.

    A land to enjoy,
    the freedom of walking,
    you are part of it,
    it needs your love,
    do not neglect your heart
    in summers harvest,
    to reap joy
    just by loving earth
    in happiness found,
    you're free
    a part of the whole
    a part of nature.

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  • Marilyn Hayne Rookie - 1st Stage (7/13/2014 4:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Cacaphony between the inside and outside
    Mad hurricane, dizzying tornado
    Comparing, contrasting, is this normal?
    My audience is the mirror to this statement.
    Too late?up to date.
    Show and tell
    every sight taste smell
    Informed, deformed,
    recurring haze
    Concrete gaze,
    I walk with my head low
    so
    that
    they won't know
    as much
    about how fucked up I feel
    all the time

    Take a bow,
    i'm doiing this for the free gift card
    I am not a poet,
    nor a prose writer
    I am a snippet stomper
    I made quips so sharp
    theyll whip ur shit.
    Cut me slack, it's 4 AM

    This confetti of thought, exploded on you.
    take it home with you.

    And forget about it.

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  • Terrance Tracy Rookie - 1st Stage (7/4/2014 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Terrance Tracy (7/4/2014 2: 43: 00 AM) Post reply | Delete this message
    Foolish Journey
    O the anguish that hurts the soul are words spoken when one’s emotions are high, vicious accusations relentlessly expressed gave birth to a foolish journey to find some rest.

    The seasonal high humidity and heat accompany the disabled voyager on a foolish journey to what end he did not know nor care.

    With each step pain is felt in his temporal body and eternal soul, health or peril he did not care on this foolish journey to nowhere.

    One more step and then another, one more step and then another the voyager rehearsed in his mind giving no thought as to what he left behind.

    Traveling on a busy highway struggling with each step the voyager stumbled by a familiar church perhaps he should stop here, but his soul was wounded and he would not abide in there.

    One quarter of a mile up the highway he spied a bridge with grave needs for a voyager to rest, there he will sit and pray to his God to ask for forgiveness for undertaking such a foolish journey.

    Reaching the bridge he accepts the invitation of the rail and begins to contemplate the fruition of his fate, dear Lord what have I done I left behind the love of my life in this test of strife.

    The traffic was heavy and so was his soul, as the voyager sat on the bridge rail several cars stopped and offered help but all the voyager could muster was to say that he was homeless and nowhere to go; for he wanted to be alone with his Lord and ask for his sins to be atoned; he just wanted people to leave him alone.

    Hampered with physical limitations he could not take a step forward or back so he just sat there and began praying and hearing his Lord speaking to his heart that which you have done was not very smart.

    I do not condemn you so look for no stones for your sins have been atoned return to your love, the wife of your youth, for I will give you strength to endure the hardships and defeat the roaring lion that roars your ears and has caused you to be covered in tears.
    Terrance Tracy

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