Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(3/22/2011 9:12:00 AM)
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hello guys i am from Indonesia i want to share you about my first poem
could you give me a clue or critic about it please
To the goddess
You Lived on Heaven
Yet it provide you everything
All kinds of food you want to eat
Every clothes you want to wear
Every single place you want to visit
It's free you only ask
Somehow a prince with the white horse come
'Come with me my beautiful princess'
you fascinated by him
you lend over yours hand to him
both of you go to the far place together
they passed the golden bridge
and passed the universe
together and together
this is the long way journey
finally you recognize something weird
when you close your eyes for a while
suddenly your prince gone along with his white horse
His Gone, His Gone
You felt into despair
that despair become dark
totally dark that you want to think about it
Finally you pray
GREAT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU PRAY SINCE YOU LEAVE YOUR KINGDOM! !
'Give it back my prince' you said
'Give me my prince back' you said
it's been a month since you pray
your eyes become red
your voice become hoarse
your body become thin
somehow you see a hand
but it's not your prince hand
this is a human hand
You split the hand
with proud you said
'I Don't Need You'
but the hand still remains there
several days it passed
the hand still remains there
several months it passed
the hand still remains there
Now the hand gone
Now your alone
fall into darkness
Forever and eternity
(6/26/2010 1:51:00 PM)
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(6/22/2010 1:30:00 AM)
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The need to feel my difference
Is a siren's song unsung
Has been urged by my indifference
To being black and male and young.
I was raised to brush the idea of
Being something off my shoulder.
Only street lights gave me love
And brightened every year that I got older.
It's so hard today in this everyday
Man made much unneccessary battling
Between my heart and yours. So love now bores?
Pray the streets do hush their rattling.
Kyle S. Hamp
John A Alexander
(6/4/2010 12:35:00 PM)
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hi, i've just joined the site and posted my first poem. i have plenty more (which i'll put up as and when i type them out) but i haven't really let anybody read my stuff before. so if anybody has any tips as to how to gain exposure on the site and get feedback i'd appreciate it. i'd obviously reciprocate by reading and commenting on others' poems as well...
my first offering...
When I feel in the dark, I use my hands like eyes
When in truth they're just hands, there's no actual disguise.
How then does the world look to the visually blind?
What should really be heard, missed by visual minds?
Knew I couldn't quite see still I looked very hard...
Bang our heads, but we still trust our eyes in the dark.
Be all of me. When all senses connect they can spark
self-encompassing energy, realisation stark
Like a magic eye picture, the whole scene appears,
In that perfect spot between far-sighted and near.
Through a consciousness channeled, a quick glimpse of the light,
Epiphanic and global and blindingly bright!
Almost too bright to take in, but blink and it's gone...
In a flash it unravels, quick and sharp as it shone.
As we clutch in the darkness listening out for clues,
Are the things we look out for the reasons we lose?
Like magic eye photos they drift in and out,
Vision's 20/20, but focus in doubt.
Could we really cope if we could see, hear and feel
What we really could be, or would life be too real?
A step towards insanity or true mental health?
Real awareness engaged through acceptance of self.
please rate or comment if you liked it, i'd like to know what it means(if anything) to readers
The 4am Poet Worm
(6/2/2010 6:45:00 PM)
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So today is your birthday
and theres something worth knowing
i thought long and hard
about your birthday poem
God created heaven then earth
in just seven days
but took twice as long
on the mold for your face
He created the stars to place in the skies
sent a recipie to cadburys
and they made your eyes
then he went to da vinci
and he stayed for a while
the sculptured your body
and your B-Utiful smile
Then he travelled to Agra
and hired the finist tailor there
he worked for a month
as he braided your hair
So god went to venus
and she gave you passion
an abundence of love
and aphrodite's eye lashes
Then Ralph lauren
sponsored your skin
used peaches and cream
and mixed it all in
He winked and he smiled
as he gazed at your face
he added a kind caring nature
and filled you with grace
Then he stood back and admired
at all he'd achieved
that has to be seen
to be believed
my favourite poem please vote if you liked it...
(5/18/2010 8:56:00 AM)
They say that times a healer they say that you'll be fine,
They say that wounds heal quickly given thought and time.
They say that broken hearts will one day beat again,
But since you left me darling all ive seen is rain.
They say that times a healer they say they say you'll be ok,
But how can i stay with you when all you do is stray.
I wish that you were here with me to wipe away my tears,
To hold me close and comfort me and chase away my fears.
When i am feeling lonely theres no place for me to go,
For everybody's left me and now i stand alone.
They say that times a healer they say dont fall apart,
But how can i forget you when your still within my heart.
(5/12/2010 8:57:00 PM)
It is certainly not a crime
If your poems do not rhyme
As a matter of fact it's now thought
It may be better if they not
Unless they come without haste
And fall naturally into place
It is neater, there's no doubt
Simply just to leave them out
Iambic meter or otherwise
Not rhyming is never a vice
It may even be seen as awkward
Unless employed in a formal sonnet
Especially if you try to force them in
Although that's not exactly a sin
The present participle is just too much
If used repeatedly as a crutch
Vers Libre is the way to go
As most current poets know
Don't get caught up in the past
Write yours modern, make them last
(5/12/2010 3:20:00 AM)
Heaven can wait
Imagining how things will go,
Right at the very end.
I hope it's hot; I hate the cold
And working with my hands.
I would love to float on clouds,
Look down upon the world.
Just hope the harps are not too loud,
Cause string ensembles make me hurl.
(4/27/2010 8:32:00 PM)
Im writing this post its my very first
A joke it is niether nor is it rehearsed
i dont really try to find words that rhyme
but flow like rivers that fall from the sky
who cares if its truth
who cares if its lies
u think that ill care about stupid replys
it crys like the ocean
floats like dung
emotion is joking
and still so much fun
(4/15/2010 8:07:00 PM)
“VENTRILOQUIST SEEKS NEW PROSPECTS”
Yes, I’m sorry to say……..,
That my ventriloquist……..,
Suddenly dumped my account……,
So I’ve been very saddened…….,
And taken by surprise......,
By this abrupt action…….,
(Everyone knows how much I needed him) ……,
But now I’ve discovered…….,
The fact the he’s soliciting…….,
The White House……..,
For possible retirees (new accounts) ……..,
Who don’t want the negative stigma…….,
Of getting badly beaten in November…….! ! !
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