(4/7/2010 8:36:00 PM)
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My 2nd attempt. Comments welcomed. Thanks
At one corner, someone is nodding while another lectures on,
Another corner, another whispers,
Right ahead, stifled giggles
To the left, a basketful of tissues
Belonging to someone who has just sneezed
Mouse clickings, tappings of keyboard,
Screens projecting light on every desk,
Empty soda cans,
Crumpled McDonalds' burger wrappers
Admist these daily animations,
A heart lies isolated in the blue room,
Tries to keep warm,
Tries to stay beating,
Tries to keep something afloat
Craves for meaning among the meaningless
(4/7/2010 5:07:00 AM)
most of my works are in free verse..
(3/21/2010 3:01:00 AM)
I don't really know if it count as poems but
follow me and every day i will post new stuffs i hope you people can get insperation from this ^^
(3/14/2010 8:44:00 AM)
hey ever1 dis is my poem.....plz reply how is it! ! ! ! ...it my first n i hav just joined poemhunter
Tale of woe- A Cinderella story
I would fade away if you pass me over
You’re making me walk through a broken glass
I ‘m getting more comprised in your love as the day passes
You’re not a fantasy, myth or an illusion
You’re the predicament of hopelessness in my story
The prologue starts off in a Cinderella story scene
With riots, masquerade, jamboree and parade
This was the dawn of love era in the century
As I marched your path at the time of misfortune
I got lost with no direction, no map and no one to mascot
The Cinderella scene seems to fade out in the darkness of catastrophe
All the pigments of bliss is no longer in the arena
You change it all for your egoism not knowing I was waning
Now I m standing in inertia with my hope failing
You’re forbidding me in every possible way
And abandoning me in the middle of nowhere
The situation so perilous is digging me into anesthesia
I m falling, failing, crying, stumbling but you never seem to care
This is not what was meant to be in the act
It’s an inevitable site where I m forced down
This insanity is just too factual to rely on
You could stab me or slay me into million pieces
The wind of agony is passing me over with constant might
But it’s not bothering me in anyway I m still standing in inertia
After a while I start to comprehend what the reality is
Promises are always made to be broken without justification
Tears don’t always make thing the way it should be
Cinderella story can end up without any prince charming showing up
Love always ends up with hurt, pain, misery and an unhappy ending
Pigments of bliss is just a faint beam in the darkness
And the most hurtful and agonizing fact is that
Goodbye is a word that is used to go away and it really is forever
(3/13/2010 8:35:00 PM)
I need help with a project i'm doing for class...i have to write poems in forms of meter...i've already done at least one....i'll let you know more detail on it when i feel like looking for my stuff lol.
(3/13/2010 10:11:00 AM)
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this is one of my poem or may be verses. i wish to see your opinion about it.
MY SOUL'S ENGAGEMENT
The dark come and my tears on the papers seep
My ache draws wishes, child dreams I feel them weep
Beautiful days carry my love's funeral with everything I keep
Faith buries my doting in a dusky grave and very deep
I see the world sad, feel the tears fill my pillow and creep
Yeah! In your eyes I read collections which said you don't care
In your smile I saw derision in every time I try to share
I saw your heart black, covers your emotion's eyes like your hair
The world felt me, even dumb shouted that is not fair
I've always waited your heart to mellow
I've talked to myself may be tomorrow
But time cheated me and give me sorrow
Ignorance was your weapon without any statement
Only one I hear! tomorrow is my engagement
You crashed my love to the dark's pavement
You left me apart! Do I deserve that for payment?
If you think clouds fall rain because their collision
No, they feel my pains, and cry seeing me living in your illusion
If you think wolves never sleep because their nature
No, they feel my aches, they wake to think of my dire future
If you think birds meet in the sky because they'll flock
No, they carry my deathless love to memories doors to knock
If you think your perfume smells good because a beautiful rose
No, that's my soul's smell mixed with happiness I lose
To whom's bosom I can relief
Even my Mom far away from the place I leave
Nobody in my life except God we all believe
Death is kinder than see people manage your weeding
Feel swords in my chest stabbing, my eyes with tears bleeding
Don't know with your love I grow up, in your smile you were feeding
I swear on the one who catches the sky without pillar
You are the one who wished to turn back my coat's collar
Without you! I'm an aimless planet around the system of solar
I swear on who fills the sea kinds of fish
Happy for you, say it my heart coz I'm not selfish
My heart forever with your love will be lavish
That's your right and I try not to be sad
Be sure you earned a loyal man not cad
Pray for you when his life good or bad
By. Mohammed Ahmed
(3/6/2010 8:10:00 PM)
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Hie, this is my first amateur attempt in poetry. Feedback is much appreciated. Thanks
A flash and a roar
Thunders Mother of Nature
I lay cold, prickles in my spine
Try as I might,
My mind searches for some light,
That seemed to be swallowed into the cold night
A recollection, a reflection..
As the thunder echoes the storms in my life,
As a bewildered child,
A curious teen,
A depressed adult.....
I wonder, I ponder,
Where is my rainbow?
My soul craves for His shadow
To wipe that tear
And so He came,
An enveloping grace,
A promise that brings peace,
A smile that says, 'Do not fear'
And now I lay,
Despite the outer cold,
My insides are warm than ever,
Residing in His arms foreverReplies for this message:
(1/10/2011 4:06:00 AM)
I like this poem very much. I live in Indonesia and we have thunder that echos for ages across the sky. Someone huge up there is doing the triple jump! You must know this, being from Malaysia. I love ... more
(5/9/2010 10:08:00 AM)
I like you poem, if I had to rate this I would give it a nine, it is refreshing, great job.
- Ingrid Mailenzun (1/10/2011 4:06:00 AM) Post reply
Emmanuel Prince Ighekpe
(2/27/2010 12:29:00 PM)
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me
Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
(2/23/2010 8:42:00 PM)
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Broken and Bruised
His face is bruised and beat,
Her heart is torn and weak.
She can't look at her own reflection
She's saying how she got a messed up complexion
But the boy that loves her,
see's a beautiful angel.
But the girl can't see
What the boy goes through
when he's fleeing blue,
He drowns his mind with alcohol
While she smokes a bag of weed
To let her mind be freed
To escape this reality
While he faces the brutality
of his a_ _ getting beat
getting jumped in the streets
Gotta gun to his head
he doesn't know what's ahead.
All he can think about is that pretty little girl
that makes his whole world twirl
Reminisce those adorable lips
Imagine the way she kiss,
His head is filled with total bliss...
plz give sum feedback thanks
Ronn Michael Salinas
(2/19/2010 1:19:00 AM)
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