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  • Rookie - 286 Points Jeremy Horsford (1/11/2015 6:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Earth, Wind, & Fire

    I remember times of love for past loves.
    Great loves, passing loves, all loves ending in pain.
    Pain, my pain, their pain, friends' pain and families pain.
    Too much pain for each individual to bare.

    I remember a sinking feeling, the ground beneath me giving way.
    My struggles only hastened the decent.
    Onlookers, but no assistance.
    Too many spectators, too many opinions, too many thoughts, too
    much hope and too much pain.

    I remember being swept off my feet.
    Falling head over heels.
    Soaring through the mountains.
    Soaring through the skies.
    My head firmly in the clouds.
    With the belief anything is possible.

    I remember the heat of their breath, the passion in their kiss, my
    heartbeat in the morning.
    The feeling of Summer all year round.
    The burning feeling towards the end.
    The flames closing in on our world and the search for new land.

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    • Rookie - 286 Points The Pundit (1/12/2015 8:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Yeah, hey when you wish upon a star. Dreams will take you very far, yeah. When you wish upon a dream, life ain't always what it seems, oh yeah. Once you see your light so clear, in the sky so very dea ... more

  • Rookie - 441 Points Karan Pratap Singh (1/11/2015 3:40:00 PM) Post reply

    Please go and read my poems and leave a review.

  • Rookie - 441 Points Karan Pratap Singh (1/11/2015 12:55:00 PM) Post reply

    Please some of you go through my work. And rate them.

  • Rookie - 441 Points Karan Pratap Singh (1/10/2015 3:20:00 PM) Post reply

    Hey, I wrote a poem please go through the link and review it. Comment over it how did you feel the verses.

  • Rookie - 627 Points Jefferson Carter (1/10/2015 1:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Hey, Poemhumpers, thought I'd drop in for a moment. I wrote this little ditty about (and against) those who adore rhyming poetry, including Dana Gioia, who wants to resurrect formal poetry's corpse.

    The water’s thick with sturgeon,
    a fish that needs, as the song says,
    no urgin’. The virgin sturgeon
    is a mighty fine fish. The virgin sturgeon
    makes a mighty fine dish. Feel
    your soma absorb those rhymes,
    that primal, childlike joy?You don’t?
    Guards! Confiscate all writing materials!
    Weld the doors shut! We don’t know
    much, but we know what we like.

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    • Rookie - 627 Points John Corea (1/14/2015 6:47:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi Jefferson, you're poem in good but I disagree with your point regarding rhyming poems. Thousands upon thousands of rhyming poem have been written through the ages and I don't think they are all bad ... more

    • Rookie - 627 Points Juwon Daniel (1/12/2015 9:17:00 AM) Post reply

      kudos to thou, for thou hath worked so tangiblely on this poem of yours. I'll say thou are brutally impressive.

    • Rookie - 627 Points Gulsher John (1/12/2015 1:18:00 AM) Post reply

      Welcome back Carter....missed by PH a lot...and good one

    • Rookie - 627 Points The Pundit (1/10/2015 7:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Pretty good, but the rhyming parts are t ... more

  • Rookie - 59 Points Rinku Tiwari (1/10/2015 11:11:00 AM) Post reply

    i am just reading a book which base on nature. the author write very nice

  • Freshman - 1,009 Points Dan Reynolds (1/9/2015 7:00:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I think I'm gonna fall to pieces......l
    But I'm still in love with Thin Lizzie

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  • Rookie - 644 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/9/2015 11:30:00 AM) Post reply


    The poor lad in cast-offs scent'd the wafting aroma
    Of the flamboyant pastries so lusciously succulent
    Near to the scrumptious fruit tarts he went
    Drooling at the dainty food with deep desire

    Pulling out the vacant, penniless pockets
    Hoped the boy to find some money to buy
    The noshes so toothsome, he teared his eye
    'It can't be helped' said he with a doleful sigh

    Felt he a mellow, sympathetic pat on the back
    A misty-eyed, benevolent woman was behind
    'You yen for the delicious bakery snacks, I know
    For I can understand your tears and your woe'

    Wiping the boy's tears with a satin napkin
    She bought him the tasteful food he coveted
    The boy's eyes glistened with great glee
    'Thank you ma'am' in a feeble voice said he

  • Rookie - 644 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/9/2015 11:29:00 AM) Post reply

    Read and comment on my poem on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-beauty/

    Bird Beauty

    A harlequin parrot as free as a butterfly
    Flapp'd her rainbow wings in the azure sky
    Boasting her grandeur and flamboyance
    To mates devoid of charm and elegance

    She settled on the fecund oak tree's bough
    Whose bare branches in winds would bow
    An unembellish'd, avacado-green fellow
    Gazed at her splendour, grace and glow

    'Witness my beauty, you pygmy gawk
    I'm superior to any macaw or peacock
    My vibrant skin, my majestic wings
    Are as ornate as gardens of springs'

    The parrot so penny-plain and verdant
    Replied in his pompous, solemn accent
    'Beauty is a lovely possession, my friend
    But you'll know its sour truth in the end

    A bird's blithe days do not last long
    Beauty doesn't make one evasively strong
    You'll be a prisoner in a man's house
    Who shan't pay heed to your grouse

    Or a zoo's puny adornment you'll be
    To live a life lonely as the Arctic Sea
    Veil your allure to avoid fate's perfidy
    Before it shuts you in a cage so bitty'

  • Bronze Star - 5,249 Points Lyn Paul (1/9/2015 8:31:00 AM) Post reply

    As we all know.....Life gets pretty overwhelming at times. Yet tonight just reading Valerie D, Sandra F. and Neela just inspires me and reminds me that we are all sailing the same ship. Importantly we must enjoy the sailing.

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