~Deana ~ Dotterweich
(1/27/2012 10:45:00 AM)
Im New So Please check out my Poems! ! ! Tell me what you think....
(1/27/2012 12:10:00 AM)
Hi people, i am new to this site and i have been writing poems for about 4yrs now.I would be most grateful n happy if you can go through the ones i have posted on my profile n give me your opinion about it.
(1/21/2012 2:13:00 PM)
Hi guys, just joined the forum, looking forward to learning and contributing as much as i can and putting up some of my work for your comments and criticism!
(1/17/2012 10:56:00 AM)
I'm a noob here but would greatly apprciate any coments on my poems. I have uploaded one but have quite a few others I will be adding. Thank you in advance for considering my poems for review.
(1/6/2012 12:01:00 AM)
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This is my second poem ever
I just opened a word document and wrote it from start to finish. Anyways this is just about my faith over this past school year. Anyways, even if you aren't religious, tell me what you think of the poem.
Thursday nights, Bible study, hip-hop and history, praying like a dying man whose salvation’s a mystery
Still up there in the back of my mind, the way it used to be, the days when I was free
With the love of my God on the tip of my tongue, and the trees pumping air to my liberated lungs,
When the day passed painlessly with hope for a future
When getting out of bed didn’t feel like bursting a suture.
I want the love back, the love that used to be mine
The love that came down in the flowing sunshine
When death held no fear
Living no tears
When I knew that I wanted to live another year
But the walls are closing in each day, each hour
Overcharging mental engines but I’m running out of power
Like the water’s run out and I’m an over-petalled flower
Each minute each hour I can feel me going sour
You used to keep me up
You used to keep me strong
When I fell down I never waited for you long
But I’ve dug so deep, been in a cave so long
I don’t have to common sense to grab hold of your arms
Lift me out
(12/15/2011 12:18:00 AM)
Well i think all the poems that i have ever wrtten are free form, so id love it if other free form poets could read and comment on my poems, thank you.
(11/13/2011 4:44:00 PM)
hey can you plaese look at my new poem its called _*MY HEART*_ please rate and comment thanks teza x
(11/10/2011 12:43:00 AM)
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God Bless Not Only America
God bless the hungry, in Columbia or in Cambodia, in Europe or in Ethiopia.
God bless all farmers, growing potatoes or tomatoes, bananas or papayas.
God bless all bears, pandas in China, polar bears in Canada, or cola bears in Australia.
God bless the codes and the buttons of nuclear weapons, in Arizona or in Siberia.
God bless all children, drinking dirty water or Coca-Cola.
God bless the dreams, both in Bollywood’s or Hollywood’s cinema.
God bless all Gods or their wise friends, Laozi or Confucius, Muhammad or Buddha.
Oh, my God, oh, our God, could you please bless all of us, not only America?
Ralph The Elf
(10/22/2011 4:56:00 PM)
awwww what a wonderful day
i roll over and there she is
starring at the skyline with her bright smile
her dimples so deep i think i could take a swim
her smile could heal a heart failure
she turns to me and just then
oh just then
i behold her eyes
like emeralds they gleam
on the moonlit lawn
ADELAIDE i call
my throat graced with her name
my heart missed a beat as she coughed so elegantly
for this girl there are no words in the world
the least i could say is beauty
(9/25/2011 1:01:00 PM)
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I would like to post a poem. Comments are appreciated, firstname.lastname@example.org
5 am and not a hint of dawn-
Lament for the darkness
Lament, for all our sins counted are,
All our deeds recorded
And this is rightly done.
You lay quiet through the years,
The silent snow years...
Now awaken, awaken
O mind of the four directions,
Be herald to the coming of dawn.
6: 30 am and note well
The scars of night battle,
As dreams are, awaken and see
The utter necessity for light.
7: 00 am and the sun rises
And it is a new day,
Search for the beginning of things;
A child's cry in the dark.
But alas, there are no monsters
Under the bed.