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  • Amy Whittlesey (9/14/2013 12:50:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    no place to crash

    milk without honey
    toast without jam
    work without fridays
    east without lamb

    politics without money
    jokes without laughs
    me in the middle with
    no place to crash

    what good is verse
    if it prompts no return
    has unsolvable riddles and
    spades to unlearn

    nonsense to normsense
    again and again
    makes the absurd the
    province of men

    amy whittlesey

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    • Sam Peterson (9/25/2013 10:06:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Hello Amy, I found your piece to be thought provoking while light a whimsical. I enjoyed it. There are points that I don't really catch, as they come from your personal experiences, but that is fine ... more

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  • Julian Birch (8/14/2013 8:31:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    Mother with Alzheimer's

    Spittle strand a thread unravelling
    A tapestry of scattered scenes
    That mumble jumbled benedictions
    While softly fraying from the seams

    Shuttle shooting recognition
    Thoughts that warp against the weft
    Grieving family's expeditions
    Tries to bind to all that's left

    A patchwork cloth of distant memories
    Woven trails in monochrome
    Line dusty walls in vacant hallways
    Her clouding eyes an empty home

    Once that fabric graced her family
    Clothed them al in its embrace
    But now a threadbare fading pattern
    Pallid flesh a distant face

    Silent thief that stole her presence
    Robbed the mind and dimmed her son
    Stills the soul and claims it's essence
    As she slowly comes undone

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  • Charles Monroe (8/9/2013 6:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    " In-Spiration"
    Above Guilty Ground
    Inspired by words
    When words chop the workshop
    We woodshop the hurse
    The woodchuck would up-chuck
    Tattoed on the Nun-chuck
    Are Dragons and Dungeons
    Rhythm Rhyme Rum Reds
    A virgen so grounded
    In a world of flying phux
    Angels fathom at thy Soul
    Split the Atom in the Snow.
    When Innosence Inspires Guilt
    Above Guilty Grounds of Silk
    Killed the Guild and Filled the Milf
    Chocolate Milk on Towers built.
    One Man's Treasure's others' Filth
    Freestyle never pays the Bills
    We prefer the Urban Hoods
    Than the ghettos on the hills
    Just a product of thy Nation
    Yet we call it Inspiration.
    8.9.13 4: 09AM
    (Respectfully, Inspired by the Poet Mr. Adam M. Snow)

  • Edgar Stevens (8/6/2013 3:47:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    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.


  • Steve Downes (8/5/2013 4:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    going to write my first ever sonnet 25 years into a writing career...the results should be fun, I'll post it on poemhunter later this week
    rhythm I enjoy in poetry but rarely (outside of the Romantics of the 18th C.) do I enjoy rhyming work

  • Jack Growden (7/29/2013 5:42:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! ! ! ! I am a young, aspiring poet looking for feedback. Thanks, Jack Growden

  • Adam M. Snow (7/18/2013 1:43:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    I have seen Maelstroms Eternal
    By: Adam M. Snow

    I write with flowers of ink,
    thou love poured out on page,
    in a slumbering alder away in endless flight;
    swaying with the stars, so white 'gainst the black night sky.
    Facing the horizons, on the calm black waters called -ink.
    -I write for thee that thou heart be free.
    I have seen maelstroms eternal,
    mount in my soul but endless;
    -An abyss without thee, I dare thee not.
    By starlight the rushes lean over thee wide:
    -The ink on the page is erased,
    -The text is long forgotten.

  • Adam M. Snow (6/29/2013 7:59:00 PM) Post reply Stage


    Under the Innocent Sky
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Under the innocent sky,
    ever serene and fair.
    Beauty is the stars on high,
    taking away our despair.

    Ever so silent it can be,
    with still a melody that can be heard.
    Close your eyes imagine free,
    with wings stretched wide, like a morning bird.

    Soaring through the dark blue sky,
    ever serene and fair;
    joining with the stars on high,
    feeling the wind between your hair.

    Even though the dream's not true,
    we can still admire from afar,
    the beauty the sky, so dark and blue,
    and the many dancing stars.

  • Adam Mcdonald (6/28/2013 6:41:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    My sister just discovered she was pregnant and all it took was a little line to chang her life.

    ~Little lines~
    One little line defines a life.
    One little line cuts like a knife
    One little line thats all it takes
    One little line can raise your stakes

    Two little lines can change a life.
    Two little lines can take a life.
    Two little lines, thats all it takes.
    Two little lines can pinpoint lifes mistakes

    Three little lines dont determin much.
    All except who have the touch.
    Three little lines dont make a fuss.
    Three little lines they arent that rough.

    Four little lines can make a square.
    Four little lines for equal shares.
    Four little lines define the road.
    Four little lines set the tone.

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