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  • Gold Star - 29,147 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/13/2015 8:37:00 PM) Post reply
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    Here in ' Uddhaba' my latest book you can find.., Let all persons here on this earth know again to love all, let us remember each one is god here. Let us see truth everywhere, it is there We are just to discover.Let us tolerate all, there is peace here. Let us try to establish a model society with all out development of human entity. Let us proceed ahead with our own mother and mother-tongue as because here only there is our breath and respiration.

  • Rookie - 338 Points Susmita Kumari (1/13/2015 3:44:00 AM) Post reply

    I've post some of my works. please go through this n review this. This is one of mine.

    Last Moment

    The trumpets of sign of leaving begun,
    just some months left, to cry, miss
    the voyage that we' ve done till now

    the old memories haunts,
    move aside every now and then,
    fills the gaps formed in the deep of the never
    ending consuming mind,
    retrieve the thirst of the desert with little joys
    of tear,
    and soon it turns all black,

    the place where we learn, play
    and dream with all our crazy fantasies,
    sheded off quickly in the blink of eye

    the fostering of mind that have obtained
    cries loudly, deep in the core of the heart,
    strong enough to overcome, but afraid
    to take next stair of this new world

    world is like a up-down stairs,
    some falls, some lives,
    but the best part, it never stops
    whosoever may come, he' ve to go
    meet the real world, that falls aside you,
    challenges you, tries to find a place that suits
    you

    mind ponders it all through
    but who is responsible for this???
    yet don't know

  • Gold Star - 34,396 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/12/2015 10:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    C o r t e g e...

    Cobblestone had propensity
    to be snared by rusted horseshoes.
    One could hear the pain of the clydesdale
    by the sharp, scraping sound
    from each hoof as it slapped
    at the stones with its u-shaped soles,
    bending awkwardly at the knee
    negotiating forward stride.
    Yet no one paid pay much mind
    except for its worthy counterpart,
    juxtaposed in march and suffering
    from equal strain.
    And, so it went, excuse my cliche
    the proverbial 'caisson rolling along',
    for the likes of Hayes and Coolidge
    of executive privlege in death,
    passing their boyhood stomping-grounds
    for a final, silent curtain call,
    as tradition respected, demanded
    before a 'New Deal' came to town,
    with its jobs and smooth blacktop,
    when strong horses struggled
    over breaks and hills -
    that forced awkward knee-bends
    to carry wood boxes
    of pine, oak and cherry,
    in uniformed stride
    when summoned by Washington's
    funeral plans
    to lead a cortege.

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    • Gold Star - 34,396 Points The Pundit (1/13/2015 9:00:00 PM) Post reply

      I don't agree with Tony all together. There's some nice visuals, and funerals are always a great theme for a poem. I think some lines could be eliminated or revised; 'excuse my cliche...', 'yet no one ... more

    • Gold Star - 34,396 Points Tony Miller (1/13/2015 8:00:00 AM) Post reply

      wow good example of how lush language can still be prosaic

  • Freshman - 642 Points Nathan Beery (1/12/2015 10:13:00 PM) Post reply

    Nobler

    Maybe there's a little less wrong with me,
    And more to do with the world that lives to torment me-
    Shark boy, but I don't bite...
    Push long enough and eventually I might,
    But who are they to say,
    Who I am, or will be-
    Weather 'tis nobler, wasn't a question about life,
    More so about enduring strife-
    But who is nobler the one who strikes first,
    Or the one who doesn't, cause he knows it'll make it worse?
    They don't know what it's like to be broken down,
    On a high-horse wearing their petty crown-
    Do you back down or hold your ground?
    What is nobler?
    To suffer, or to keep at bay?
    When your tormentors are all you have left?
    Partially abandon, partially bereft-
    What's nobler?
    To keep suffering, or to fight to the death?
    It's less a question of everything else, and more
    Of one of what they've done,
    Cause they've broken me,
    And what they left is a creature of insanity
    What's nobler...
    What's nobler-
    What's Nobler?
    To be...
    Or not to be?

  • Rookie - 360 Points Jeremy Horsford (1/11/2015 6:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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 - 360 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 - 452 Points Karan Pratap Singh (1/11/2015 3:40:00 PM) Post reply

    Please go and read my poems and leave a review.

  • Rookie - 452 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 - 452 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.
    http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beauty-undescribed/

  • Freshman - 644 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.



    NEO-FORMALISM
    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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    • Freshman - 644 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

    • Freshman - 644 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.

    • Freshman - 644 Points Xelam Kan (1/12/2015 1:18:00 AM) Post reply

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

    • Freshman - 644 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

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