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  • Allison Bovard (4/17/2009 1:59:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    please read my poems. comments are appreciated.

  • Bullion Grey (4/14/2009 5:43:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Is life mean't to be achievement? Is it mean't to be winning?
    Is life for getting wealthier? Is it mean't to give all I have away?
    Is life for fighting others? Is it for fighting self?
    Is life a story to be lived? Or is it a report to be followed?
    What could life be? What could life mean? Anything....I guess.
    Life is an acronym: Living In Full Expression: L.I.F.E.
    What expression will I be? Shall I express things of ugliness?
    Shall I express things of beauty? What shall it be for me?
    Could there be a definitive 'purpose' for every life?
    I think there is, as a matter of fact. I can see it clearly.
    Life is, in it's ultimate time, for growing into greater Awareness.

  • Bullion Grey (4/11/2009 7:54:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    What if we were all new? What if we all were the same, just seemed like we were different? What if we were all expressions of a single note in the universe?
    If we were, we would be united as one note, drifting in space, part of a glactic symphony, led by an air of misunderstanding - yet part of the Divine movement placed in moving forward toward a new thought of What or Who we are.

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  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/4/2009 12:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I just managed to write another freeform poem titled SPEAK OF LOVE.I know it's a little rough and needs some work just like my THE BUGS OF NATURE'S ECONOMIC PICTURE needed so I'm open to suggestions.Thank you.

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    • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/12/2009 1:09:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I revised my poem starting from the day I submitted the rough version here 4/3/09 and finalized it 4/10 just in time for Easter.Enjoy the philosophy and the ending.

  • Brandon w (3/2/2009 8:48:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    so i am new to this and i only have one poem up i would greatly appreciate if everyone would read it and comment it.

  • Jason Peters (2/24/2009 8:02:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hey I just signed up for this site and I was wondering if everyone can check out my poems and tell me how they are

  • James Ferguson (2/23/2009 12:55:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello all....New boy here.

    Not sure if i will even get a single comment
    but still, why do I feel i must
    I have posted my first ever poem online
    to your interpretation i trust

    I would really appreciate any feedback on 'consequence'. I have written other pieces in my 'pad' but I think i lack confidence in my ability to write. Do i write poems or lyrics or something else? i'm not sure.
    Why do i feel the need to fit into a box?

    Thanks for reading.....

    Tank Ferg

  • Stephen Stirk (2/20/2009 9:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Hello Everyone. Kindly read my serious Shakesperian poem
    'Dawns First Light'. It took me 38.72 years to write it and
    I have written it without any of the red words which are
    banned. Dawns First Light is about a woman who buys a torch.
    No................I don't want to spoil it for you.


    DAWNS FIRST LIGHT
    As Dawn breaks pale and grey from darkened sleep
    Dispels the clouds which out of nightfall creep

    As Dawn awakes projects her shadow through the door
    The sky mutates I watch it turn azure

    As Dawn peeks through the window pane
    To signify first light of morn again

    As Dawn dresses the window in blinding light
    And gives the gazing soul a gorgeous sight

    As Dawn caresses all that wake in daylight fair
    As light and sun lay Dawns sweet virtue bare

    As Dawns gown falls, and breaks to morning time
    As Dawns new beauty helped to craft this rhyme

    As Dawn stands by the window my heart flickers
    Leave the window Dawn! at least put on some knickers

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    • Duh Huh (2/21/2009 9:17:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      This is beautiful, and funny. I saw it too, as your words took me there, I, however; closed my eyes at the end lol....Wonderful poem :)

  • Linda Winchell (12/23/2008 5:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    'A Finger In Your Nose'


    You shouldn't put your finger
    deep within your nose!
    It really doesn't look too sheik!
    and it's not where it should go!

    Now if your digging for gold nuggets!
    then your not digging where they're at!
    Your fingers are suppose to do other things
    like maybe tip or maybe tap?

    Now when you place a digit there
    deep where it can't be seen!
    You may pull out a big surprise
    something sticky and colored green!

    Linda Winchell

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    • Vern Eaker (1/22/2009 6:58:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Actually I do intend to pick at this little booger you have so proudly displayed here for all to read, I though really enjoyed reading it as it has good flow and depth, (possibly to the first knuckle) ... more

  • Linda Winchell (12/23/2008 11:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    'Old Braided Rug'


    I found an old hand made braided rug
    at a thrifty store, the other day.
    It was quite a dirty sight to see
    with some of its edges frayde.

    I bought it up and rushed it home!
    to give this little rug, a gentle loving needed bath.
    And when it was cleaned, there was seen
    braided memories of someone's past.

    One braided rope weaved into another
    a child's pajamas or maybe a robe?
    Then an old flour bag, 'Velvet Flour'
    was the logo, in this rug they'd sewed.

    Then what looked to be a small center piece
    remnants of someone's wedding gown.
    I think they placed it there on purpose
    Sort of like this little rugs, jeweled crown.

    Memories of someone's life
    braided into this useful little rug.
    To place in front of a sink or bed
    giving where ever placed, a little braided hug.

    I don't know if anyone still makes them
    these journals of a persons past?
    But this little braided rug is now mine to treasure
    to be enjoyed as long as it will last.

    Linda Winchell

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    • Vern Eaker (1/22/2009 7:02:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      A simply wonderful poem warm, descriptive and sentimentally touching and quaint. keep writing.

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