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  • Jan Oskar Hansen (1/9/2007 10:22:00 AM) Post reply

    The Proposal


    We sat in a yellow cab when I gave her
    an engagement ring and asked her to
    marry me; she said no, and I threw
    the ring out of window. The cab howled
    to a halt, driver got out found the ring,
    which he accepted as payment when we
    reached our destination. Met him years
    later now a happily married man thanks
    to my ring. The woman who refused my
    offer is married too, but not to me.
    I spend most of my time driving around
    New York looking for something I once
    dreamed about, but lost in 42nd street, or
    was it in 43rd street?


    glad for any comments

  • Karima Astrid P Rookie - 1st Stage (1/9/2007 5:32:00 AM) Post reply

    hey i am looking for somebody who can give comments to my poems
    and give me suggestions

    n_n

  • Leilani Leilani Rookie - 1st Stage (12/21/2006 9:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi i am looking for anybody who would like to look at my poems to give me advice and critique them alittle because I am not to expirienced in writing I am still in high school but it is what I love to do and I am always looking for ways to improve.

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    • Aldo Kraas (2/10/2007 8:41:00 PM) Post reply

      Hy leilani I been writing poetry now for 11 years Don't bother with poems that rhimes They are very stresfull The poems that Are Haiku I hate The poems that are a sonnet are very good You can go ... more

  • Jessica Bieg Rookie - 1st Stage (12/14/2006 6:51:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, I'm looking for anyone who's a little more cultured in the writing world than me to look at a poem or two of mine, like a mock workshop or whatever. All I have for writing experience is one college class in Creative Writing. If there's anyone interested, please reply to this message.
    Thanks!
    -Jessica

  • Roger Bowman Rookie - 1st Stage (12/12/2006 6:00:00 PM) Post reply

    This Friday as every Friday since last Friday is booze night with crazy poemos and stories so u r all welcome to write something and add it to ur list, if u like.

    All the best and more
    Roger

  • Roger Bowman Rookie - 1st Stage (11/30/2006 4:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Any French or French speakin fellow poemhunters out there could tell me your opinion for Le chasseur de l'esprit.Its my poemo Mindhunter in French though I dont know French, with a little help of a friend of mine I manage to write it.
    Thanks
    Roger

  • Roger Bowman Rookie - 1st Stage (11/27/2006 2:09:00 PM) Post reply

    What do you all think of organising a day for booze? Let say Friday and we write about our favourite drinks and crazy stories relating to booze and call it
    'Friday night is pie-eyed night.'Francesca Johnson gave me the idea and the name.

  • Rabi Anata Rookie - 1st Stage (11/24/2006 2:51:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello

  • Anthony Marriner Rookie - 1st Stage (11/2/2006 4:23:00 PM) Post reply

    Cloud cover

    I don’t see myself in this.
    Waiting for the cloud to part,
    for my illumination to begin.
    When I’m warm I grasp it, mania ensues.
    The need for clarification overwhelms me
    I overstep the mark and your recoil begins.
    Reciting Oppenheimer, caught in the brightness,
    all I can do is wait for the clouds to converge.
    You walk away.
    Wanting to feel.
    Wanting to hope.
    Wanting to love.
    Cloud cover.

    Briefest of glimpses. You see me in there.
    Promethean intensity revealing what is alive
    but that which can’t persist.
    A love shaped by contrast, by shade: eclipsed.
    Within my penumbra all is bleak.
    I want to emerge and unfurl-to radiate
    You remain.
    Helping me feel.
    Helping me hope.
    Helping me love.
    Cloud cover.

    Red and Black are my world’s only colours.
    Falsehoods and deceptions.
    Contradictions overshadow
    what emerges inside me.
    I am at home in Diodati.
    Corrosion can be reversed
    but its remnants still contaminate.
    Acceptance of the haze is the beginning of purity.
    You cleanse.
    I feel.
    I hope.
    I love.
    Cloud revealed.



    A Marriner © September 2006

  • Iquo Umoh Rookie - 1st Stage (10/31/2006 10:54:00 AM) Post reply

    nice poem well written

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