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  • Lee Mack (6/29/2012 8:29:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Why when we were young
    Friendlier skys were darker then
    Streaking nightly fallen stars
    LOOK! Look up again.

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  • Raimi Stranger (6/27/2012 7:51:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    ... freeform in it's truest sense is the essence of poetry because the muse is spirit, , the ultimate freedom to create worlds, but equally in this life is the freedom to Love even with words... without feeling free to Love all, poetry becomes stilted, wears a mask, is close to death because few take off the mask of commonality of men who live empty grey lives looking only for escape and never seeing the door to their self-made cage is open... always has been... :)

  • Matty Reynolds (6/23/2012 2:25:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I know I am but summer to your heart,
    And not the four seasons of the year.
    And you welcome love from another
    Whose noble moods are not as mine.
    I have no pretentious weight of age,
    Nor easy spring breeze to give you.
    I am all monsoons and thunderstorms,
    Hot wind, hard gusts, cold rain.
    I am not any wise and wintry thing;
    And I have loved you all too long and well
    To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.
    So love me year round as you loved
    Me on the bed where summer
    Rose to meet our naked skin,
    Sticky from sweat and making love.

    But spring is here, in its budding silence,
    I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
    That you may rise refreshed with
    The call of the sea gull and
    Scent of the rose, and
    The weight of his arms upon your
    Hips and breasts.

    Will you come back to me, as summer comes?Or softer yet
    As it ends and the death of leaves
    Begins again; to feel the crunch of
    Them upon your back on an
    Indian summer day in a clearing...
    Or will you at that sweetest of times
    Choose to bask your naked flesh
    Upon other shores, other climes?

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  • Marilyn George (6/20/2012 12:52:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello all, please take some time to read my 'Nine men fall' and leave a comment on your thoughts - thank you greatly :)

  • Juan Guzman (6/19/2012 8:04:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Please visit my profile and comment on one of my poems, thank you very much.

  • Alexis ... (6/18/2012 8:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Hi everyone I would like to have you comment on my poems....ironically it is really hard to. Please let me know what you think, and please visit my page and read and comment on the other thanks

    Ascension

    Deadened are my lively days
    When simple was a word I didn't know
    I stepped with high-heels onto a moonlit street
    And without a sound feel a rhythm
    I could feel any beat
    Out of my own volition

    I would dance down endless roads
    As they stared
    The passersby
    And jealous were the stars of my candescence
    Although they glowed
    But I was luminescent

    I would dance through towns and cities
    Not knowing I'd gone miles
    But that cars were far behind in speed
    They slowed around curves
    But there was no break in me

    I had come to a sea
    And effortlessly I did transcend
    Now feeling I am free
    Leaving endless streets behind
    That held no space for me

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  • Portia Lane (6/1/2012 6:49:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Please read this poem and let me know what you think. I wanted to focus on alliteration... did I over do it??Any other comments/suggestions?

    A poet’s plight

    I have here my pen and pad
    And now I plan to prove my genius

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will use mesmerizing metaphors
    And beyond brilliant similes
    I will compare things never compared before
    I will give words new meanings

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will stitch my story one scene at a time
    Decoratively divulging distinct memories
    I will quaintly quilt what is on my mind
    Even reluctantly memorializing past misery

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will tell tales never told before
    In ways no one has ever heard before
    I will leave my listener wanting more
    Each stanza sending them through another door

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will cunningly construct a new poetic form
    Into which rhythm and rhyme will swarm
    Into which even prominent poets will storm
    For it will transcend traditional norms


    If I can only get this stupid pen to write!

    Ugh! I give up! !

    This is a despairing dilemma I have disdainfully endured
    A wicked war waged against me without forewarning

    This
    Is another example
    Of a Poet’s
    Plight

  • Portia Lane (6/1/2012 6:32:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Please read this poem and let me know what you think. I wanted to focus on alliteration... did I over do it??Any other comments/suggestions?

    A poet’s plight

    I have here my pen and pad
    And now I plan to prove my genius

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will use mesmerizing metaphors
    And beyond brilliant similes
    I will compare things never compared before
    I will give words new meanings

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will stitch my story one scene at a time
    Decoratively divulging distinct memories
    I will quaintly quilt what is on my mind
    Even reluctantly memorializing past misery

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will tell tales never told before
    In ways no one has ever heard before
    I will leave my listener wanting more
    Each stanza sending them through another door

    If I can only get this stupid pen to work

    I will cunningly construct a new poetic form
    Into which rhythm and rhyme will swarm
    Into which even prominent poets will storm
    For it will transcend traditional norms


    If I can only get this stupid pen to write!

    Ugh! I give up! !

    This is a despairing dilemma I have disdainfully endured
    A wicked war waged against me without forewarning

    This
    Is another example
    Of a Poet’s
    Plight

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