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  • Rookie - 1st Stage Adam M. Snow (10/21/2014 5:50:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I've posted this a while back ago and I've done some few rewrites to it. What do you guys think of it now?

    This Lost Lamb
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Oh by the morning strike of day
    and by the calm obscure of night,
    my heart is Yours O God - I pray;
    grant this lost lamb Your holy sight.

    Give this lost lamb the sight to see,
    truth that lies in the love of Thee.
    Grant me the sight of your own eyes
    and make O God, this dumb man wise.

    Grant this lost lamb the words to speak,
    the Word O God of Yours to man,
    the Word of truth for which they seek
    in ways a lamb once lost dare can.

    Grant this lost lamb an ear to hear,
    and hear Your voice so crystal clear.
    Speak Ye - O God with words of love,
    let this lamb hear Your voice above.

    Grant this lost lamb the feet to lead,
    so I may guide a crowd to Thee.
    Help this lamb O God to succeed,
    and help the ones encage be free.

    Grant this lost lamb the hands to aid,
    and help the fallen and afraid,
    and help the lost ones to be found.
    Help me guide them to solid ground.

    Lead this lost lamb - O God, to Thee;
    save this lamb from the sunless deep.
    Grant me the sight so I may see
    Your love's overpowering heap.

    Let this lost lamb be born again,
    to live for You - O God, Amen.

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  • Rookie - 1st Stage Deborah Cromer (10/21/2014 12:04:00 PM) Post reply

    Improvements, modifications, adjustments, changes...PoemHunter is not the same. All in all though, reading down recent and past posts I can see that some things never change. Good to know.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Adam M. Snow (10/20/2014 3:55:00 PM) Post reply

    The Fruits of Insanity
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    If you are hungry, take a bite
    - leave your worries and plight,
    saver the taste, the poet's fruit
    where inspiration goes to flock.

    If you are hungry, take a bite
    - lose yourself in writer's smite;
    the taste is bitter, O so bitter,
    a bite would lose your sanity.

    Take a bite, that precious fruit,
    let your mind dilute;
    see the world through poet's eyes
    with oppress madness stair.

    If you are hungry, take your pen and write
    - let your words flow and let it take flight.
    Indulge yourself in insanity's fruit
    and become the writer of tomorrow.

  • Bronze Star - 4th Stage Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/20/2014 9:14:00 AM) Post reply

    I have read the poem of Carl Sandsburg the great American poet and poem " From the shore" pertaining to the birds flying in distant destinations irrespective of various adversities those faces. The close observation of nature and rhyming lines of the poem makes it so beautiful and I liked it very much.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Mike Acker (10/20/2014 12:06:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A corny older poem from me...Disguise as reply...

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    • Rookie - 1st Stage Mike Acker (10/20/2014 3:14:00 AM) Post reply

      Disguise I keep asking myself over and over, and over again: " How could something so good have turned so badly? Something so right have turned so wrong? How could something so l ... more

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Michael Morrissey (10/19/2014 4:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I am wondering how the main page functions: " Top 500, " " Poem of the Day, " and " Quick Links."

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  • Rookie - 1st Stage Dan Reynolds (10/18/2014 5:59:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    I have less than a week, to write and recite a poem at my. Mother's 90th birthday party. how do you think I should approach this momentous occasion?

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    • Rookie - 1st Stage delilah contrapunctal (10/19/2014 7:35:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      If you gotten your great sense of humor from her you'll have some memories of when you were growing up with her love and help to play with and to enhance the hugs and kisses...bet she loves being a g ... more

    • Rookie - 1st Stage Professor Plum (10/18/2014 10:47:00 PM) Post reply

      If she is that old, offer to drive her tongue around on sunday, or, maybe, lay roadkill at her ears.

    • Rookie - 1st Stage Professor Plum (10/18/2014 9:24:00 PM) Post reply

      Just don't do anything with blue armadillos, women with two faces, or phallic buildings and you'll be fine.

    • Freshman - 2nd Stage Diane Hine (10/18/2014 8:13:00 PM) Post reply

      For an idea of how NOT to write the poem ... more

  • Freshman - 2nd Stage Points Of View (10/18/2014 11:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    It's strange a Poet who I believe he's great is gone on my friends list even his comments and pm and my reply are all gone.
    How and Why?I checked him everywhere but I can't find him anymore left no single trace.
    His like a ghost..

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  • Bronze Star - 4th Stage Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/18/2014 9:55:00 AM) Post reply

    The most interested poem of today from the poems read by me is " After many cold winters" written by Valsa George. The poem pertains to love that is campus love. Though a routine subject of poems from various poets this particular poem felt with such great feelings of love just like an incident and experience of the reader. The word power is also great.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Adam M. Snow (10/18/2014 2:55:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey guys, wrote another poem tonight. Posted this once already and it was removed. So let's try this again.

    God is Crying
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    God is crying, did you know?
    Not welcome here is He.
    We reap what we sow,
    now condemned are we.

    God is crying, did you know?
    The fault's on us, not He.
    Ashamed of truth, we let Him go,
    - blinded now are we.

    God is crying, weeping.
    Calling to us, we deny His voice.
    Ignorance are we, sleeping;
    thrown Him out by choice.

    God is crying, shedding tears;
    His love still great yet we deny.
    Letting lies fill our ears,
    we cannot hear Him cry.

    Did you know God is crying?
    His heart is burdened, full of pain.
    His precious children dying,
    the world has gone insane.

    God is weeping, surly He's weeping.
    Giving into greed, we lost our way.
    Blind are we, sleeping.
    - This our life we stray.

    God is weeping; yes He's weeping,
    for the lives lost by war.
    His tears like that of ocean's heaping,
    overflowing more and more.

    God is love, that is why He cry,
    like a worried mother or father.
    God's not dead, yet we deny;
    we by His words are bother.

    God is crying, did you know?
    He cares for us greatly so.
    The world is dark yet He is light;
    He is crying, day and night.

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