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  • Rookie Thomas Worthington (5/13/2013 5:52:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Humpty Dumpty sat on his wall
    and then the shoe came flying.
    It smashed his shell when he hit the floor
    and Humpty started dying

    When the horse came,
    he stood and laughed.
    because in Humpty's innards
    the rodents bathed

    When Mother Hen came
    She tried a repair.
    Sadly she was to late,
    she realised in despair.

    then Mother Hen
    began to rage.
    He was the only egg
    she had ever laid

    and in her rage,
    she flapped her wings
    and with tears in her eyes
    she began to sing

    'I will have your head
    and then I will laugh.
    because it will be your innards
    in which the rodents will bath'

    the mother flew fast,
    As high as the clouds.
    she posed as a torpedo
    and came dive bombing down.

    the horse laughed louder
    'what can you do?'
    and into his skull
    the mother dropped through

    covered in blood,
    she landed and laughed
    'come here little rodents,
    I made you a bath'

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    • Rookie Imelda Ortega Suzara (6/12/2013 8:04:00 AM) Post reply

      This is a twisted version of a nursery rhyme with some disgusting images that a child would be horrified by!

  • Rookie - 0 Points Duncan Livingstone (5/1/2013 4:53:00 AM) Post reply

    Good poets are not learned poets
    Learned poets are also good poets
    Poor poets pose primitively

  • Rookie Jackie Gillis (4/20/2013 9:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am Ice

    I am Ice
    I come in all forms
    I mold into what people want
    I crack under people’s feet

    I am Ice
    Sometimes I’m cold to the touch
    Sometimes I boil with rage
    Sometime I just want to melt away

    I am Ice
    You are fire
    You bring the heat
    You make me nothing

    I am Ice
    Know me as a snowflake
    Know me as an Ice wall
    Know me as the Ice queen

    Know me; for I am Ice

    Written By Jackie Gillis

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  • Rookie Ankita Mitra (4/19/2013 7:33:00 AM) Post reply

    Friends by Ankita

    Such a little word, but means a lot..!
    If you don't have one, then what you've got?

    Starts with fighting, ends in being friends,
    Its is the friendship, which has no end..!

    Having friends, is a real pleasure!
    If you have one/them, you have real treasure!

    They wipe out our tears,
    They kick out our fears,
    When they insisted to get disappear,
    we found heaven no near, ,
    Hence, concept of hell becomes clear...

    They care for us,
    Weather we are fine or weak..!
    They fix our broken heart,
    Like a fevi quick..!

    Friends may scatter,
    sometimes distance never matter..!
    Memories all over the heart,
    Nowhere feels like we are apart..!

    Still can smell the tiffin you used to bought,
    Still can visualize the fight we once fought,
    Still smile on the joke you once cracked,
    Still have the rapper you gave me packed, ,

    You wanna hear some more??
    Then i will say how much i still adore(you) ..!

    Friends are the most lively part of me,
    Hope same for you guys too.
    Junk jeweleries are everywhere,
    Diamond jeweleries are few.

    confused??Okay.. listen closely!
    Fake friends are everywhere,
    True friends are few.

    This poem should have no end,
    Thats what my heart says!
    I better say, this poem owes to you my friends,
    As I hate to pretend...! :)


  • Rookie - 0 Points Siyethemba Thwala (4/15/2013 5:18:00 AM) Post reply

    hi i'm new in this site

  • Rookie Donnaj York (4/13/2013 1:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Ditto! ! ! ! !

  • Rookie Evans Ampofo (4/10/2013 9:15:00 AM) Post reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Anthony Burge (4/6/2013 12:37:00 PM) Post reply

    The fog crept twixt the stick straight trees

    rolled low across the ground.

    The yellow moon shone frosted grass

    and nothing made a sound.

    A low-slung Dingo slunk in the shadows

    propped at the edge of a clearing.

    His tattered ears swivel fore and aft

    alert to the sounds not hearing.

    Trotting across the glassy grass

    beneath the smoky haze.

    Weaving between the fallen trees

    by scent through well trod maze.

    Tall crosshatched shadows cast moonlit trunks

    across the sodden earth.

    Pandanus palms dance eerie light

    knee deep in dewy surf.

    Propped stopped again, ears pricked, eyes sharp,

    Paw raised, held breath, breaks into a gallop,

    hunting on the hurry.

    A panicked fluster of night bird feathers

    flees upon the wing.

    Caught between the Dingoes teeth

    no longer will she sing.

    The mournful cry of a lonesome bullocky

    like a ship through the thickening fog.

    Answered by another

    from a distant wetland bog.

    Frozen Dingo feathered mouth

    stands silent in the mist.

    Till all is clear and fog bound sound

    is hushed in natures list.

    Head dipped low, cross rock, twixt trees

    beneath the slippery fog.

    He trots a wary traveler,

    to his lair the wild bush dog.

    Anthony Burge

  • Rookie Gaayatri Chandrasekharan (3/19/2013 12:58:00 AM) Post reply

    A Lullaby For A Better World

    Little one, my grape eyed cherubic baby
    I hum to you this nasal, tear drenched lullaby
    So you won't be a bad guy all will hate
    And you'll grow up to deserve the heaven's golden gate
    So that your tiny foamy feet that makes me smile
    Can lead the world miles and miles and miles
    So that those cute little fingers, guileless little creatures
    Can mold the world's destiny, shape its future
    So that the walnut brain in your perfect skull
    Can still tolerate my advice, all morose and dull

    To respect a burqa, even when your head carries vermilion
    To learn to draw across boundaries, be one among a million
    To see a soul within every blood smeared face
    To learn to withstand defeat in the life's blind race
    To learn to expiate mistakes, even if too late
    To do what you want, leave nothing to fate

    To have a vision, pursue your dreams with dedication
    Be an inspiration, glorify your nation
    Never break trust, belief, never give false hope
    Smile in the face of adversities, learn to cope

    So learn to slow down the pace of life, stand and wait
    Be quick to thank and apologize, never be late
    Never hate defeat, never dread it, it won't change your fate
    Never let lusty hands destroy you, you're not their bait
    Show patience and forgiveness, even to the person you hate
    So you can grow up to deserve the heaven's golden gate

  • Rookie - 5 Points Keith Robson (3/7/2013 5:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    In between glances the contact is such
    As a soul to a soul or a fingertip touch,
    Like eyes in the moonlight that tremble the skies
    Or a dream that stops breathing, yet still never dies,
    For love is alive in the days that we live
    And it makes such a difference to what we can give
    The most natural thing, like a hand in a hand
    Through the beauty of life makes two hearts understand.

    In between shadows a lantern light shines
    On those wandering whispers that love’s glow defines,
    When the moon gathers memories that never will fade
    Though they sometimes grow weary and sleep in the shade,
    Yet for love set in patience, the morning will rise
    Like the smile on his face and the dream in her eyes
    That go walking together on dawn’s silver beach
    They have so much to live for, and so high to reach.

    In between moments live pauses of grace
    Like awaiting an answer, the look on a face,
    Or two heads touching softly while they watch the sea
    For who knows if their moment is all there will be?
    They have so many moments, or so it appears
    For moments make hours, and hours make years,
    There are moments of music and moments of rhyme
    Or the moments of love for the very first time…

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    • Rookie - 5 Points Dave Bosworth (8/30/2013 2:22:00 PM) Post reply

      thought that was rather beautiful

    • Rookie - 5 Points Bea Nne (4/14/2013 2:39:00 PM) Post reply

      I first read your poem when I was searching for a poem about healing and tolerance, instead I came across this site and thus your poem. I'm very much impressed with the flow of your poem. There is rhy ... more

    • Rookie - 5 Points Donnaj York (3/13/2013 10:32:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm impressed and that's rare. I'm not into love poems, but this is a life poem. With flow & grace, rythm & rhyme, and an on-going story to tell.

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