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

  • Rookie - 271 Points Jack Growden (7/29/2013 5:42:00 AM) Post reply

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

  • Freshman - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (7/18/2013 1:43:00 AM) Post reply

    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.

  • Freshman - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (6/29/2013 7:59:00 PM) Post reply

    ***PLEASE COMMENT***

    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.

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

    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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  • Rookie - 14 Points Jan Sand (6/13/2013 9:55:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    MISTRESS’S FAREWELL

    Have you ever seen a lady with fried chicken in her hair?

    Or slept with thirty seagulls in very deep despair?

    Have you witnessed glowing sunsets while hanging by your teeth

    From a thirty meter tree with hungry roaches underneath?

    Have you thrilled to singing waffles doused in motor oil

    While demented chimpanzees wrapped your feet in metal foil?

    Have you soared above the Andes supported by umbrellas

    Lifted to the zenith by four thousand farting fellahs?

    Or wandered on the shores

    Of the far away Azores

    While your ears were gently trembled

    By the most persistent snores

    Of a somnolent tarantula

    In stylish striped plus fours?

    If so, there is little I can add to your life.

    You had better leave me now and go back to your wife.

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  • Rookie Mohammad Tabatabaei (5/25/2013 4:20:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi
    I am not a native English speaker and not in a position to criticize anyone but just asking: Do your rhymes match together?

  • Rookie Mohammad Tabatabaei (5/25/2013 4:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi
    I liked the way you chose your rhymes. good luck.

  • Rookie - 163 Points Roger Horsch (5/16/2013 1:44:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Deer Hunters' Camp

    It's another year of Deer Hunters' Camp
    Where my friend Tom caught fire while igniting his lamp.
    He screamed, 'Put me out! ' as he ran out of sight.
    I yelled, 'Stop, drop and Roll... and you'll be alright! '
    Then there was Greg, who loved to get drunk.
    He passed out in his tent, while hugging a skunk.
    Him stinking so bad, it must have been hell.
    So, we kept him down wind because of the smell.
    Now here comes Bill, who brought us a treat.
    He fed us all jerky that smelled just like feet.
    We about beat him to death with a bag full of rocks
    ‘Cause, it wasn't deer jerky, it was hard crusty socks.
    We hunted all week without any luck
    Then what came into camp was the world's largest buck.
    We looked at each other, beaten and tired
    Then pointed our guns, but nobody fired.
    We seemed to go through this year after year
    And I'm never amazed why we haven't got deer.
    When we all get together, the deer is the champ
    But, there's always next year at Deer Hunters' Camp.

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    • Rookie - 163 Points Tom L (6/5/2013 10:25:00 AM) Post reply

      I like that. Good work.

    • Rookie - 163 Points ..... W@king Up..... (6/2/2013 1:15:00 AM) Post reply

      A funny and well thought-out poem :) Funny at times With wonderful rhymes, And vivid expression throughout! Thanks for this :)

  • Rookie - 163 Points Roger Horsch (5/15/2013 12:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Flying Raisins
    By Roger Horsch

    Flying raisins are in the air, there are flying raisins everywhere
    I see them flying all around, I see them landing on the ground
    I wish they would just go away, but they’ll just come back another day
    I see them flying in the sky, I see them getting in my pie
    I see them walking on my cake, I see them in everything I make
    I wish they would just go away, but they’ll just come back another day
    I find them in my cookie dough, I don’t know why they just won’t go
    I do not like them can’t you see, flying raisins are all over me
    I don’t know where they come from, I just want them to leave
    There’s three or four more on my shirt, and two more on my sleeve
    Then I saw the open box, sitting high upon the rack
    I pulled it down then turned it around, it said “ CAUTION “ on the back
    It said not for use in cooking, such as cookies, cakes or pies
    For I thought I bought a box of raisins, but they were laboratory flies

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    • Rookie - 163 Points Donnaj York (5/15/2013 11:26:00 PM) Post reply

      Ahhhhh....until the last line, I thought you may be on the east coast USA, experiencing the 17-year Cicadas.

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