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  • Rookie Jennifer Wright (11/13/2013 11:25:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Now that I'm older The days just fly by,
    Faster it seems, in the blink of an eye.

    I try to hold tight, to each hour in the day,
    but it's gone in a instant the night takes it away,

    Soon it's all over tomorrows a new day
    grasping on tight I know it won't stay

    The clock keeps on ticking, the hours they pass,
    what was of today is now yesterday's past

    The memories still linger through the midst of the day,
    but gone once more is another new day

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  • Rookie Pedro Andres Rodriguez (11/6/2013 10:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Mare Amoris

    that twinkle in my eye
    the nervous mess inside
    a dry lump when I stare
    goosebumps everywhere
    cold sweat at dawn's light
    my fountain of delight

    you see, I have them all
    the hopeless signs of love
    makes old feel young again
    takes soul to fertile plains
    and turns mere men to mice
    at one glance of her sight

    oh, no ship will bring me home
    I sail to mapless lands unknown
    this captain treads uncharted course
    where lust and love are friendly foe
    and endless dreams roam wildly free
    to those who brave her blissful seas

    now, my gallows beaming bright
    a heart once broken, full of life
    I graze her healing hands again
    to drain the river of my sins
    with strident voice and daring pose
    sirens echo from her shores

    to face the wonder of her gates
    and meet the master of my fate
    with breadth I take my final leap
    into love's audacious keep
    a fortress ruled with care not might
    her queen is you, my joy, on high

    Pedro Andres Rodriguez

  • Rookie Kaylin Ruth Adarne (10/30/2013 7:26:00 AM) Post reply

    Fading Moments

    I‘d cut my nails, tie my hair, and check myself in the mirror twice
    All I know is I ought to look nice
    To please you, though it’s as clear the blue skies that I don’t have to
    Cause you like the exact reflection in the mirror and not the way people want me to

    Then we would meet at your simple and loving place
    Where we’d talk and play simple tunes
    Then you’d blush and smile when I look at your face
    And to your eyes, as bright as the moon

    Our fingers would touch slightly and softly
    Would give me shivers that I want to linger
    But I’d hold my heart back and smile at the thought shyly
    For all I know, we’re just kids and nothing would go deeper

    Sometimes we’d sit at the sofa and watch a movie
    And I noticed how shy, quiet, and serious you are from a small distance
    Those were the times that I tried to move closely
    It’s sad. No matter how small of a distance would fade all the chance

    The day you asked me to go with you to a sacred place
    A hangout that I’d always remember till this day
    When I felt the most scared and awkward of all times
    I knew you want me to be closer to Him and I want you to be mine

    In my mind it stayed as a memory flashing back every now and then
    There are times I would smile
    There are moments I would cry
    It’s hard to accept the fact that those are just memories remembered then forgotten

    Days went by as quiet as the air, the vision of you became a blur
    Can’t remember exactly how you turned into such a “nobody” in the end
    If ever I’ll have your touch again, I am not sure
    All the times we spent for now are just fading moments

    please I need criticisms..thank you

  • Freshman - 1,041 Points Gulsher John (10/18/2013 10:37:00 AM) Post reply

    My contemporary verses
    need not to make any sense,
    nor map
    any heart's feelings or aesthetic worth.
    May be these unrhymed sounds
    reflect Oxymoron and Enjambment,
    and no metaphor at all.
    and possibly full of nonsense: weird
    And must not hoity - toity.

    I don't care
    If my verses (contemporáneo)
    twitch and fret
    Your poesy sense,
    Or fail
    to elate your sabiduría.(once it supposed to)
    And behold!
    it's all personal narración:
    may terribly pleases you
    Leave you pissed.

  • Rookie Erin Thomas (10/3/2013 4:18:00 PM) Post reply

    How do I withdraw my poem from your silly little popularity contest?

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

    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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    • Rookie - 1 Points Sam Peterson (9/25/2013 10:06:00 AM) Post reply

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

    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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  • Rookie - 1 Points Charles Monroe (8/9/2013 6:18:00 AM) Post reply

    " 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)

  • Gold Star - 10,381 Points Edgar Stevens (8/6/2013 3:47:00 AM) Post reply

    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.

    Details: http://www.poemhunter.com/contest/

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