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  • Anand Brown Rookie - 1st Stage (5/28/2014 8:04:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The sonnet is dying out to free verse poetry.

    We need to revive the sonnets as soon as possible.

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    • Amazu Donaldmario Ifeanyi (5/28/2014 9:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Seriously, but i know that there are those who still hold it dear and still write it, though cant submit it at contests because majority wouldnt appreciate it

  • Zoila T. Flores Rookie - 1st Stage (5/26/2014 8:03:00 PM) Post reply

    Ohhhhhhhh Please! Same all, same all........
    Check this out;


    Conscience, don’t abandon me,
    Through my journey, every day,
    Keep supporting, as you’re always,
    On the wisdom, of my say.

    Conscience, don’t rely on me,
    Because my soul, is not prepared,
    On directing, to my people,
    On their lives, to be repaired.

    Conscience, please forgive me,
    To my morning, if you may,
    If my eyes, refuse to open,
    It’s my soul, that’s in dismay.

    Conscience, please assist me,
    In the passage, through this world,
    With a cheerful, sense of spirit,
    Making life, relish so more.

    By Zoila T. Flores

  • Jefferson Carter Rookie - 1st Stage (5/26/2014 12:59:00 PM) Post reply

    This Facebook thread on formal poetry has taken an unexpected turn, what with the formal poet Sam Gwynn sonnetizing my free verse poem " Sombrero."

    JEFFERSON CARTER: I'm posting one of my early open form poems in response to Lewis Turco's challenge above (" let's see you do something like this in 'free verse' " ;) :


    You bitched about my kisses,
    too perfunctory, like one
    of those toy birds dipping
    its beak into a glass of water.
    You’re coming to visit me
    & my wife. Who wants to hear
    Etta sing “The Jealous Kind”?
    I used sex to stay on top.
    Once I compared
    an old lover’s nipples
    to tiny sombreros & you
    looked at me with such pity
    I felt myself disappear.

    This isn't especially sophisticated, but I still like it.

    SAM GWYNN: For Jefferson Carter:


    So all that time you dissed about my kisses,
    too tentative, you said, like one of those
    toy birds dipping its beak in water- toes
    testing a swimming pool. But this all misses

    the point of why you want to “visit” us,
    my wife and me. You really want to hear
    Etta singing “The Jealous Kind”?Discuss
    the past we’ve all three come, through years, to fear?

    Maybe it’s true I used sex (as men may)
    of staying on the top. When I compared
    one lover’s nipples to sombreros, you
    looked at me with such pity, bared
    as pity often is, I knew the true
    essence of all you had to say. And went away

    JEFFERSON TO SAM: That's kind of scary. Everything I like about my poem (mostly its emotional openness and surface simplicity) has vanished, replaced by the over-articulate musings of an emotionally constipated soul! But thanks anyway.

  • Suman Kumar Das Rookie - 1st Stage (5/18/2014 1:35:00 AM) Post reply

    My Shadow

    Somebody knocks gently
    At the door of my hushed heart.
    ‘Who is there?’ I ask,
    But get no reply in return.
    When I open the door
    Only view a light shadow
    Receding slowly far from me.

    I know not when comes
    And when goes that shadow,
    Still it feels very close to me.
    Sometimes I refrain myself
    From opening the door,
    Lest that would disappear.

    But I can’t stop my curiosity
    Wish to discern the identity.
    Finally I realize the truth;
    That is none but my own shadow.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Terrance Tracy Rookie - 1st Stage (5/17/2014 9:44:00 PM) Post reply

    I Am Still Alive

    Covered with dust are words
    of expectation; like an ancient
    warrior whose trust in his
    sword that has failed to serve him,
    so my words are covered
    with dust for the lack of poetic
    appreciation lost in a forum of opinion
    has attempted to derail my trust in a pen.

    I am still alive and I will survive
    because I am still alive to pursue
    my quest I am still alive to express
    that which gives inspiration to
    pick up my pen to begin again.
    I am still alive.

    Like Emerson's kernel of corn I will
    till the soil and do my best to remove
    the dust from my words of poetic verse
    because they are my thoughts for me to
    express despite the vitriol of public

    I am still alive to pen no matter if the
    the words are covered with dust and
    offend the elite, I will lay them at
    your feet for you to remove the dust
    which covers the words, and now I have
    done my pen a service because I am still

    Terrance Tracy

  • Jefferson Carter Rookie - 1st Stage (5/14/2014 12:40:00 PM) Post reply

    If any PHer is interested in hearing me read a few poems and chatting about poetry, there's a video of an interview with me on youtube.

    Google youtube, then search Jefferson Carter poet. I look a little nuts and a lot older than I feel, but the conversation is pretty cool. Let me know what you think

  • Shirene Smith Rookie - 1st Stage (5/13/2014 3:21:00 PM) Post reply


    It has a hold on you
    You CAN’T see it, but you KNOW it’s there
    The EVIL you do
    Every day it CONTROLS your
    and FREEDOM
    Your soul cries tears DAILY
    For MERCY
    From the EVIL you do
    You PRAY incessantly
    God HEARS you and RESPONDS
    You START to FIGHT back
    You BREAK the chains
    You STAND tall in your TRUTH
    You become STRONGER
    Your soul HEALS
    Now welcome back your
    and FREEDOM
    Shirene Smith

  • Shirene Smith Rookie - 1st Stage (5/13/2014 3:19:00 PM) Post reply

    @yash Shinde, sorry but I got a little confused along the middle and I never caught up by it's end.

  • Shirene Smith Rookie - 1st Stage (5/13/2014 3:18:00 PM) Post reply

    @Frank Ovid, I enjoyed the The Bag Poem, whimsical and humorous.

  • Yash Shinde Rookie - 1st Stage (4/30/2014 8:44:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear honest critics, I seek your reviews on this one.....

    ##To bosom thee.....I'll Rise...##..

    He was before his beloved,
    Kneeling on his thighs……..
    His shoulders down,
    With soulful cries…….

    Slid down his cheeks, like shiny pearls,
    The tears that his doleful eyes did shed….
    Was held in them a vision of his mistress,
    Who lied helpless in her cold deathbed….

    Bowing his head, lifting hands in plea,
    Breaking the silence, quoth he-

    ____”Once bound with the essence of thee
    ____I now wash the coast like a restless sea”
    ____”Powered by love my heart did bore,
    ____I’ll trace your impressions on the sandy shore….”

    ____”Turning stones time does flow,
    ____a model of valor, should you lie so low?”
    ____”your mellow fragrance in the darkness behind,
    ____tell me my precious, where will I find?”

    She raised her eyes, deep as a sea,
    In a soothing voice, quoth she-

    ____”See the alluring florets of rose that,
    ____bloom opening their carmine lips, ”
    ____”With a mellow scent, they invite,
    ____butterflies to deliver a kiss…..”

    ____”In blossom of rose you shall see me,
    ____that blooms with the kiss of thee..”
    ____”Amongst trodden hopes and dismal cries,
    ____like the sun of hope I will rise! ”

    ____”Thus like a rose dwelling
    ____in the eyes of thee”
    ____”In curls of petals,
    ____You shall find me…”

    With his blood hitting his veins like an edgy sea,
    In a painful voice quoth he-

    ____”Every blossom does wither with time,
    ____every Bonnie creation someday declines.”
    ____”In the withered remnants dispelled behind
    ____ tell me my love where would I find?”

    Wiping the tears his had shed.
    With calmness of a sage, his beloved said-

    ____”If you wash the shore like a restless sea.
    ____in spiriting rivers you shall find me..”
    ____”Which through meandering turns do make their course,
    ____and cut through boulders to reach their source…”

    ____”Like a river unifying with salinity of the sea,
    ____I lose my soul, and ally with thee..”

    ____”If like a graceful dove you’ll appraise the sky, ____
    ____like a breeze from the surface, I’ll rise” ____
    ____”Like a phoenix that rises from ashes to life, ____
    ____to wipe your tears from dust I’ll rise”____
    ____”Like an angel that dwells in heavenly paradise, ____
    ____to empower the oceanic tides, like moon I’ll rise”____
    ____”In my portrait I’ll live that dwells in your eyne,
    ____Like a fragrance that scents I’ll rise” ____

    - - -”Search me not the remnants behind,
    - - -But in the stillness of your soul, me you’ll find”
    - - -Mortals do vanish, true love never dies…
    - - -To bosom thee, from dead I’ll rise….


    The pearls slid smoothly over his facial curls,
    And wet the still heart that bore his name…
    The silent heart of a sacred soul,
    Dipped in the bloody tears, pious it became……

    Copyright © Yash Shinde 2014

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