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  • Savannah Oakes (5/30/2013 11:08:00 PM) Post reply

    If I Had Ten More Minutes

    If I had ten more minutes
    and my voice was not faint
    nor my face so devoid
    or my mind so blank,
    I would profess—

    But I'm afraid of words
    which might betray lips,
    For what is kept
    is of my eyes—
    that impulsive organ
    I've attempted to stray;
    hooded, hazed.

    Construing a montage
    ever playing:
    concerns, worries
    fears, and doubts,
    Come to life
    in bursting light
    whilst straining in the dark.

    And if such creations
    could speak—
    or better
    could be heard—
    through the mist of passion
    And masks of pride,

    I would profess
    All in my heart;
    Every quaint murmur
    Forsaken night and night.

  • Myla Rose Gigante (5/30/2013 7:55:00 PM) Post reply

    Still Waiting For Your Love

    Sitting sadly alone on my bedside
    With tears in my eyes that I cannot hide
    Staring at the dark and quiet sky
    Waiting for the shooting star to pass by

    The stars are not shining shimmering
    While the moon is quietly hiding
    How am I supposed to see your face?
    If all I see was this lightless space?

    The night was so quiet and lonely
    When the cold wind blows quietly
    No sound of crickets chirping everywhere
    Yet no sound of your footsteps coming near

    Everybody had fallen asleep
    But here I am sitting on my feet
    Still waiting for your love to arrive
    That will make my empty heart alive

    But how long should I wait for you here?
    Is it worth waiting for your love, dear?
    Whatever happens i‘ll be the sky
    ‘Coz my love for you will never die

  • Matt Ancient (5/30/2013 10:15:00 AM) Post reply

    The golden future
    The golden future shall come
    A place where there is no harm
    There life is cool and calm
    A peaceful garden
    Yea like that of Eden
    Where there is no pain
    For there is more grain
    It merry making
    For there is more wine
    The table is served
    And it time to dine
    It a new day
    A fruitful season
    This is the golden future
    The past is a lesson
    I will dwell in peace
    For my enemies at ease
    Happiness is the pillow
    I lay my head on
    And freedom the treasure
    I live upon

  • Soumita Sarkar (5/28/2013 2:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Life in its penultimate shell
    awaiting birth to ring the bell;
    a pamphlet of pain is delivered
    a tear from a radiant mother, fell.

    Before the human core can palpitate
    Before the passive pulse can vibrate
    A pamphlet of pain reverberates
    Before the pupil can close or dilate

    Harp! Rest part of the plot is left
    Birth is invariably followed by death

    Hindu manuscripts braves and rolls,
    when Yama (the God of dead souls)
    conscientiously writes black notes
    insignificant stand your and my votes;
    a pamphlet of pain is received by flood
    far and near connected by blood
    freeing from the worldly cloud
    dawns a prolong peace of shroud.

  • Soumita Sarkar (5/28/2013 2:08:00 AM) Post reply

    The reason you bore me
    The reason you bore me
    and nurtured for months nine
    all through, nobody could see
    but the love for me shine.
    Each moment a queer smile known
    flashed on my dark face unseen
    each move I made inside you was sown
    I know it brought on your face sheen.
    Standing as my only angel unwavering
    pain all was for you easy to bear.
    For you knew your genes replicating
    your warmth and beauty with world to share.

  • Caitlin Jade (5/27/2013 8:50:00 PM) Post reply

    to be someones hero is the greatest honour you can give
    its both a challenge to accomplish and a gift
    a person not only kind at heart but respective
    is the highest medal which anyone can uplift.

    to this on this day of honour and respect
    let me be your hero on this day
    for every moment we reflect
    how you made each moment better than today

    your special to me and no day should prove what i feel
    to have a wonderful mother to share every hour with
    even when i cant deal i know you will always feel
    and with this no moment in time will change that gift.

    Im proud to be part of your life
    the compassion we share the stories we compare
    you make me feel alive and taught me to believe
    and with you its like walking on air

    one day in a life time every year to explain how i feel
    you deserve appreciation everyday every minute
    let me be your hero and ill put everything i feel
    and you'll never have an unfruitful day

    Happy Mothers Day Mom.

  • John Hess (5/26/2013 12:21:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    In The Comfort Of My Dreams

    I close my eyes in the comfort of my dreams;
    Reconstructing its land, pierced by a stream.
    The sky I paint with whites and blue;
    Birds soaring high, through and through.

    The plushest of grass and tallest of trees;
    Decorate the land as far as can see.
    Flowers now created to fullest of bloom;
    They scent the air with their perfume.

    A mountain now, in the far distance;
    Snow cap tops, now in existence.
    The sun to shine with its warm rays;
    Lasting forever throughout the days.

    A gentle breeze crosses the land;
    All plant life swaying by its hand.
    A comfort to know I still can imagine;
    But missing something, something called passion.

    So now I stand here in the comfort of my dreams;
    Watching the picture coming apart at the seams.
    And try as I might I find I can't hold it;
    The cost is too great to simply ignore it.

    Shut my eyes harder, clearing my mind;
    Searching for answers, but it's you that I find.
    The mountains in the distance begin to crumble;
    My beautiful wife now causes me to stumble.

    Back turned to me, she walks away;
    Grass and trees no longer sway.
    Whites and blue turn to gray;
    For the voices have woken and they say.

    'Pain is your calling, she's yours no more;
    Your dreams are fading and shall never soar.'
    'The climate of your dream has been destroyed;
    Replaced by its wake is this endless void.'

    To dream again is my one passion;
    But with you on my mind everything goes ashen.
    I know that your future holds me no more;
    And to move on without you tears at my core.

    I know that our fights, our children do hate;
    Affected them so, as of late.
    Now it seems the end is closing in soon;
    I feel trapped, alone, as if marooned.

    Truth be told, it is you that I seek;
    Dreams an escape now, I've become so weak.
    For reality now, has become my nightmare;
    And my dreams now, holds all that I dare.

    For here in my climate of dreams;
    You hold me for all time, has become the theme.
    For this is the place that I remember when;
    Laughter and love was hand in hand.

    So here in the climate of my dreams;
    The fabric of time has no seams.
    Together we stand ever so close;
    And to make it last time even slows.

    My heart you have captured, to the end of time;
    But reality breaks through and this is a crime.
    For without you I stand and my dreams fall apart;
    Never knowing my course or where to start.

    So I close my eyes in the comfort of my dreams;
    Reconstructing its land, pierced by a stream.
    The sky I paint with whites and blue;
    You by my side, through and through...

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    • Diana Rose Tolentino (5/30/2013 6:52:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      This is one of the best poems i have read so far. The words and the emotions seems to pour out smoothly from this page unto my heart.

    • Vartika Pandey (5/26/2013 12:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Your beautiful poem relives the style of William Wordsworth and the best of romantic poetry.. Congratulations friend! I love this rhyme..

  • Linda Griffin (5/24/2013 7:38:00 AM) Post reply

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    Relevance is a word I'll use
    It's meaning is so much more
    It's something I find within myself
    God's gift to who I can be

    I can not begin to comprehend
    Why someone like Hin would see
    The insignifant me that I am
    In all but His unconditional love

    It's doesn't matter about my past
    The forgiveness is beyond degree
    His mercy and grace is all I need
    Due to the importance He put me in

  • Allian Bern Fuentes (5/24/2013 1:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Faster Than A Second

    I seek to break things down
    Don't even know what it was for
    I seek to steal your crown
    Don't even know who sits in the throne

    Then I saw a light came from above
    It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark

    I bow down on the lies
    Play money all nights
    With my uncertain hands I believe
    Like there's no one mighty to save

    Then I saw a light came from above
    It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark

    You snatch the wrong things I have done
    Own the identity I have become
    Faster than a second
    You take my darkness and give me light
    Forever live in my life
    Faster than a second

  • Roann Mendriq (5/23/2013 5:04:00 AM) Post reply

    Weaving golden memories,
    in the spindle of my mind;
    Adrift upon a silken breeze,
    of patchwork so designed.

    I lose my thread of errant thought;
    with every stitch I drop;
    And find the memory I sought,
    till panic slows to stop.

    Busy at my memory loom,
    I weave myself some laughter;
    As an intricate costume,
    for a happily ever after.

    I start to smile in reverie,
    at life's quirky little riches;
    Chuckling soft inside of me,
    I find myself in stitches.

    Tangled in the silken skeins,
    I pause and use my skill;
    To break free from the chains,
    To stop myself unravel.

    A tranquil tapestry arises,
    it comes from who knows whence;
    Cross stitch scolds, chastises,
    Blanket stitch, a reminiscence.

    Embroidery at this juncture,
    in everything I do;
    Is a parrallel acupuncture,
    of an applique of you.

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