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  • Rookie Alok Mishra (12/27/2013 9:35:00 PM) Post reply
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    Evening Contemplation

    The silent evening; the still wind;
    The world now rests in peace.
    Amid tranquil surrounding and bliss
    What can a poet wish but find
    Some stone and the pen of nature
    To pen the eternal beauty and grace,
    That God showers ever upon us,
    Though we do, we often brush
    The essence with our life on pace
    And pull us away of eternal grace.

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  • Rookie - 134 Points Terrance Tracy (12/21/2013 2:43:00 PM) Post reply

    Saturday, December 21,2013
    3: 12 AM

    Winter in the south when the north
    wind blows the starlings are gathered in the trees
    gathered by the hundreds flying helter-skelter
    looking for shelter the resounding cacophony
    makes you think of Hitchcock's movie The Birds

    The wind is cold making your cheeks as red
    as the Cardinals we see in the spring wondering
    what this winter will bring four days hot two
    days cold and the seventh day we rest while the
    birds nest.

    Instead of being in bed at 3 AM I am sitting here
    writing poetry while precipitation is falling on my head
    looking for inspiration I will catch my death of cold
    does not matter because I am old.

    If this is not dedication maybe I should take a vacation
    and look for another vocation.

    Terrance Tracy

  • Rookie William Night (12/21/2013 11:41:00 AM) Post reply

    “One dispensation full of Grace”

    One dispensation full of grace
    As gothic as my savior’s face
    A trenchant shadow of the things
    That law and grace can only bring
    Christ in sorrow tempted me
    From sin to splendor’s twinkling
    A romance of such perilous times
    Yet time itself is not the crime
    Somnolent souls my Savior guides
    Through thralldom to the gospel light

  • Rookie - 58 Points Rex-mayor Ubini (12/19/2013 10:01:00 AM) Post reply

    Darker Than The Medieval

    First meeting with the twelve wise men,
    Who visit in cycle like monday and her friends,
    The moons that say welcome to the planet earth,
    Ere the last went home for the first to reappear,
    A tender breath on the arms of care,
    Life was real as the hostile face of night,
    Yet it seemed surreal as tale told in the ray of moon light,
    Like a blank memories of nine months sojourn
    In the warm womb of a worthy woman
    Can't tell the memory of the colic
    Neither the taste of the colostrum
    Nor the sight that broke my virgin eyes wall
    And it seems I never exist until life
    Began to school my skull, and the duo,
    Dwelling within began to guide my thoughts,
    It seems life was not in existence,
    yet it existed in the absence of now,
    And I realized without cultivating on the soil within
    One would somehow dwell still
    In this time darker than the medieval

  • Rookie Jamie Jordan (12/18/2013 3:35:00 PM) Post reply

    Unknown World
    I’m trapped in a world I don’t want to be in. I hate here the people are mean and just plain rude. They stand around poking and laughing at me. I don’t understand why. I don’t know any of them at all. They call me fat and ugly, it hurts. They say I’m a waste of space, I’m not normal like they are. But the worst thing they call me is a freak. It feels like a knife just piercing my heart. I suffocate on those words. My body drops to the ground I can’t breathe. I scream out “HELP! ” They just stand around laughing and not caring that a young girl is slowly dying. “STOP! ! ” I hear a loud voice in the distant yell out. The crowd becomes silent and I can breathe again. My heart is no longer aching with pain. I rise up and walk through the crowd and only see a single rose with a pink note attached to it. “This rose represents your beauty. Don’t let these awful people bring you down. You are beautiful, more than normal and have an amazing body. And there is one guy out here who loves you. That guy is….” I look around and see no one around where is he?Why did he just leave a rose and not his name?There are many unanswered questions. But the most important one is why am I trapped in this unknown world?

  • Rookie - 1 Points Ludovik Celaj (12/16/2013 1:24:00 PM) Post reply

    Winter Symphony

    Shivering off when i stand
    weather known as the notorious
    this nature can not deny
    but a little clumsy to survive

    They get hot in the burning sun
    and we asked for a little freshness
    Months went by aligning
    to come back in winter

    Not as bad as has fame
    already the longest stays merzisja
    burn all the trees in this forum
    ripe cake for warmth

    Indigent hideouts birds warble
    the naked trees is so transparent
    have nowhere to go barefoot snapper
    the coast is more leisurely for somnolence

    Wearing white horizon
    as a furry polar wolf in
    Sometimes as for symphony
    we feel that it is winter.

  • Rookie - 1 Points Ludovik Celaj (12/16/2013 1:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Gods Fault

    I cant always look back and think
    About my sad and happy days
    I must think more ahead of that
    Making better efforts to move on
    From what it is already gone
    It has left showing on my bones
    Along with the wrinkles to impress
    Within my sins to confess
    For it my spirit to redeem
    To my soul to comprehend
    That it was all done taught
    On Gods purposes of fault.

  • Rookie David Barnett (12/13/2013 1:27:00 PM) Post reply

    Poemhunter.com..I have a problem I am davidjbarnett not davidbarnett who is an establised poet..Thank you davidjbarnett..

  • Rookie - 45 Points Tee Daniel (12/12/2013 5:23:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    " Say It Isn't So"
    Skies are dark it's time
    for rain
    Final call you board the
    Heading for tomorrow
    I wave goodbye to
    Wipe the tears you hide
    your face
    Blinded by the sorrow
    How can I be smiling like
    When baby, you don't
    love me anymore
    Say it isn't so
    Tell me you're not
    Say you changed your
    mind now
    That I am only
    That this is not
    This is starting over
    If you wanna know
    I don't wanna let go
    So say it isn't so

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  • Rookie - 21 Points Sunday Champion (12/9/2013 6:37:00 PM) Post reply

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