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  • Rookie - 1st Stage Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 12:39:00 AM) Post reply

    Song of Seasons

    When my face turns pale
    Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
    She extends a heavenly hand
    To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
    Making me smile with stunning scene
    How calm! How serene!
    My body becomes pristine.

    When I fear in scary night
    Within four walls without light,
    East windows she opens
    Evil ebbs as day dawns.
    In appearance of ‘Summer Sun’
    What power! What living burn!
    Makes me bold warrior of morn.

    When my heart gets hurt
    Tears brim in eyes with regret.
    She stops flying cloud
    Sparks lightning, then thunder sound.
    But never halts ‘Rainy River’
    So patient! How flows further!
    Says me to stay unruffled forever.

    When my conscience clashes with mind
    How cool! She invites ‘Winter Wind’
    To freeze all my rage and lust.
    To free squalor from my chest.
    Also she calls ‘Spring Sparrow’
    So sweet! Its chirps alleviate my sorrow.
    So this song emerges from my Marrow.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 12:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Assurance of Heaven

    One day!
    Kismet will kiss you,
    Hope will hug you.
    Hunger, thirst, pain
    All ordeal will be overcome.
    Also time will take
    Pride in your prize.
    While sleeping, as blanket
    Bliss will warm you.
    Love will come
    To make you hear lullaby.

    Oh! Children of heaven,
    Do not despair;
    Rather keep on dreaming
    Without losing trust in self.
    So hang on trying,
    With heart and soul.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Humera Sultana (11/23/2013 11:43:00 PM) Post reply


    As the tear of Time
    Trickled down the
    Face of Life
    I saw a Moment
    Roll down its cheek.

    A moment made of
    Millions of minute
    Myriad spells.
    A moment tinted with
    Colourful colors.

    A moment that lay
    Bare and throbbed
    Wild and chained
    Panted and gasped
    Sobbed and gurgled.

    A moment that was
    Dark and luminous
    Parched and quenched
    Tender and strong
    Pain and joy.

    A moment
    Circled with a halo
    Gathered me in its radiance
    To feel eternity.
    A moment
    That infused awe
    And a pleasurable dread
    A moment of ecstasy in pain
    A moment of utter worship
    A moment that never slept
    A moment that lay awake.
    A moment called Love
    Humera Sultana

  • Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (11/22/2013 10:57:00 AM) Post reply

    I send my congratulations to the winners of PoemHunter's September poetry contest! ! ! Fantastic poems.I've been away for a while so I missed this contest.. I hope to enter the next one...

  • Veteran Poet - 3rd Stage Anthony Sumpter (11/22/2013 10:41:00 AM) Post reply

    Inspiration comes from my daughter's

    It's not about me it's about there father

    I'm starting to see my reflection through my daughter's face

    Now my past is creeping on me so it's time to race

    But I'm not a coward anymore that was my dad's mistake

    While he was misusing his father's traits

    I was looking for love in the wrong place

    I broke so many heart's and I still feel abused

    Like she was using me and I was using her

    Both mother and father stuck in a web

    Mother dead while father eating breakfast in bed

    The time I had with her was so minimal

    The time I had with him was so detrimental

    I don't know who to blame

    Cause I walked in there shoes and felt there pain

    So I'm digging deeper to see who lit the flame

    I'm calling on the Gods to bring on the rain

    Everyone looking at me like I'm insane

    But I'm looking at them like your living in vain

    So I walk with my chest out and a smile on my face

    As I search for that path of divine grace

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Mary Amrutha (11/20/2013 6:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Can You Help Me?

    I couldn't keep going on like this
    any more, not any more.
    I am out of my mind,
    I really am,
    what to do?
    I am totally out of my mind
    I really am
    Can you help me
    to run away from this situation
    this bloody damn one...

    Mary Amrutha

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    • Lee Schneider (11/24/2013 4:09:00 AM) Post reply

      A dreadful sinner forever I stayed With curse of Lord and people and myself And not a bit is easier me to be In spite of all this never was my guilt. My life is agony, but I am choosing it, Onl ... more

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Michael Metcalf (11/19/2013 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    the rope in which we all hang by is made of three strands hope, love, and happiness and when all of these strands come together they have the ability to create a noose. a noose in which grows tighter and tighter until you’re pushed off the cliff to be left hanging by only hope but realize someone will be at the bottom to catch you before you hit the bottom. falling off the end is selfish because there will always be a person to catch you at the ground even when its not the person you would first expect. we as humans not only have the ability to hurt ourselves, but we have the indefinite ability to hurt others. the gun in which we all carry is a weapon of mass destruction and the bullet of words has the ability to peirce the thickest of skins. the pistol of hate which fires the bullet is thoughtfully created and manipulated to fire a single shot to bring down those who oppose us. but not every one needs these things to better themselves, because everyone has the power to breed there own thoughts, there own inspiration, and has the power to change there own life for the better. the choice is yours don’t wait and be naive to the world around you. use what you know to help you better the person who you really are.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Gary H (11/18/2013 9:46:00 PM) Post reply

    She stands there in the rain with a sad look on her face.
    She was once full of joy and life but that's all gone now.
    She now believes as if people look right through her.
    She closes her eyes and begins to dream about flying.
    As the cold her passes her face she for the first time in a long time smiles.
    And as she comes to a landing she realizes there is no more pain, no more sadness, no more anything.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Brisé Fille (11/18/2013 10:12:00 AM) Post reply

    Whenever you get the chance, would you mind going take a look at my poem?I'm pretty new to this. Thanks :)

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Shery Vincent (11/17/2013 12:32:00 PM) Post reply

    Please read my poems and give feedback to improve my writing... thanks

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