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  • Gold Star - 10,741 Points Edgar Stevens (8/6/2013 3:47:00 AM) Post reply
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    Poem Hunter Poetry Contest has officially started. You can enter with your favorite poem now or write a new one and submit it before August 31st,2013.

    Prize is $1,000 for the winner and $250 for the 2nd and 3rd place..

    You can write in any poetic style and on any subject.

    Entering the contest is free.


  • Rookie Steve Downes (8/5/2013 4:22:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Darren’s Room (2010)

    A window to a wall
    a dull council grey that exists nowhere in nature
    a few square feet of glass
    dividing what is inside from the wider world
    retina thin and translucent
    letting in the march gloom
    half-illuminating his mind
    a forty watt light not enough to set a fire
    but yet too much for ignorance
    too much for quiet blissful darkness
    the embers are smouldering
    burning black holes
    in his face
    in his brain
    in his soul
    he feels that soul move
    a half-hearted heart beat
    a foetus kick in the belly of the self
    that is why he broke
    that is why he beat
    that is why he scream
    that is why he drank the poison
    that is why he snorted the dust
    that is why
    he can not articulate
    he can not voice the pain in whispers or words
    he can not imagine the images in colours
    the smoke from the ash is too thick
    chokes his eyes
    makes blind the metaphors he would
    sing from his sore cut throat
    and deafens the song he would paint on the wall
    in brilliant screams
    a window in a wall to a wall
    he can only see through it
    to what is really there
    he can not see past it
    not today
    on his own
    not ever

    [comments welcome...S.]

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  • Rookie Okot Innocent Angeeyo (7/20/2013 5:54:00 AM) Post reply

    The feeling has no name
    And yet saying, thank you,
    Express a bit of it.
    I am, and will forever be grateful
    Yet all I can say is,
    Thank you.

    Noble was the deed, and relieved was me,
    The victim.
    It’s just a deed in my struggle, just a hand,
    But without it, other hands would mean

    Madam! Yes I call you.
    Whatever made you do it,
    I may not know, but can guess.
    And is what I would teach myself every other day,
    That I shall have a chance of living.
    Yes I will try everyday.

    You have directed me to future’s home,
    Yes, I will go
    And here I say,
    When am there, you will be grateful,
    Isn’t it?
    Am talking too much, I know.
    But saying thank you would and will never repay your deed.
    All I can say, humanly is
    Thank you again,
    God will guide your steps.
    I know it’s late, but now is the best time.

  • Rookie Mark Dunn (7/6/2013 5:40:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My Darling Helen.
    Do not weep
    Do not dream as if in fright
    For where I am is not far
    I'm in the sky in every star
    I'm every wind and blade of grass

    My Darling Helen.
    I'm watching you
    Don't fear the dark
    Or any noise
    I'm in the moon looking down on you

    My Darling Helen.
    Don't be scared
    I never sleep
    No never fear
    I'm with you always
    My Darling Dear

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    • Rookie ..... W@king Up..... (7/12/2013 11:45:00 PM) Post reply

      Brilliant :) if I were Helen, I would slowly relax, loosening the tension in my shoulders and back. I would be able to feel myself sinking down into my chair after a sigh of relief... ;) -W

  • Rookie Mosaic Poet (5/21/2013 6:02:00 PM) Post reply

    Steps to Losing Normal


    “I don’t want to be here again.”
    She gazes through the floor-to-ceiling window,
    Her mind wandering the stone paths
    Of the Meditation Garden—collecting
    New spring blossoms—until the pager buzzes,
    An urgent summons: Go through the double doors;
    Submit to the humiliation of surgery preparation.


    “I don’t know if I can fix this.”
    The words follow her, chasing her
    Down into the darkness—baying hounds
    Threatening her destruction—as her
    Lifeblood pours from her body,
    An ulcer draining her away,
    Plunging her into nothingness.


    “You are not healed yet.”
    One by one his words fall
    Into her lap like rocks—
    A landslide of hard gray balls
    Crushing her beneath the weight
    Of the inescapable name

    ©The Mosaic Poet

  • Rookie Rachael Aislynn Musgrove (4/22/2013 2:24:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    If to think is to kill a thought
    and to sigh is to revive it.
    Then why even try it?
    I'd deny thinking, if it ment I'd spare a thought.
    Perhaps this is all too much for you, my dear.
    far too much to take in, I fear.

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    • Rookie Donnaj York (4/30/2013 9:11:00 PM) Post reply

      I believe that I must contradict To think a thought is to conceive it Conceiving of it, is its conception Conception facilitates its life But in effect initiates its strife…… …..Its rivals may ... more

  • Rookie Aleshia Dahl (4/21/2013 12:52:00 AM) Post reply

    Nothing comes to mind when you think.
    There's nothing there on the brink.
    It seems to have went all down the sink.
    When ask a question you can only stare and blink.
    You are thoughtless with nothing to think.

  • Rookie Hayden Sedillo (4/11/2013 6:45:00 PM) Post reply


    Fastly falling
    Far and deep
    straying people
    in their sleep

    Our words easily forgotten
    Unlike clothes that a warrior had fought in

    Seeping into
    The dark abysse
    we call
    Slowly falling like sand through the hour glass

    We may feel like nothing
    like a drop in the ocean
    like dust in the wind

    We are

  • Rookie Evans Ampofo (4/10/2013 6:56:00 AM) Post reply

    All I want is you love. i love you so much it hurt. when i think about you i cant breath, because you are my air breath. i feel lose with you. if i have go to hell and back just to be with you just for one day i will because i know God understands how much i love you.i love so much i will die for you. you are my oxygen if i cant breath, so how can breath with you. you my eyes if cant see. i will tell the world how much i love you. people will know how i care you, i am incomplete with you beside. i love you girl.

  • Rookie Chris Cap (4/3/2013 7:12:00 PM) Post reply

    Ok, so this is an outline for a poem. I'll be replacing lines with more filled out sentences and nicer words. I was wondering if anyone would immediately like to offer advice on sentence changes, or poetic direction specifically?The poem's story is about a boy who is told bad news by a dr. and he has to go through all this terrible treatment just to buy some time.

    The air is mild and dry
    The rooms neatly organized
    clean and familiar
    A boring, common decor
    He'd probably call it
    death's summerhouse
    If his mind wasn't already at war
    With his hands clenched tightly
    The man in white sat him down
    and spoke words that
    almost brought him to the ground
    To which he barely reacted
    " You do Understand?" the man
    in white asked
    " Yes, terminal." He responded
    without hesitation
    The proding and pain starts
    As the final leaf caresses the dirt
    the time has come to extend
    his time on earth
    A bright light blinds him
    No time to sink it all in
    Countless hours of illness
    sickness and pain
    He is left with the same thought
    repeating in his head
    Do I die because I was born, or was I born to die?

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