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  • Peter Ablevi (7/8/2013 5:07:00 AM) Post reply

    I swear I love this poem wow! !

  • Mark Dunn (7/6/2013 5:24:00 PM) Post reply

    My Darling Helen.
    Do not weep
    Do not dream as if in fright
    For where I am is not far
    I'm in the sky in every star
    I'm every wind and blade of grass

    My Darling Helen.
    I'm watching you
    Don't fear the dark
    Or any noise
    I'm in the moon looking down on you

    My Darling Helen.
    Don't be scared
    I never sleep
    No never fear
    I'm with you always
    My Darling Dear

  • Jacques De Boys Rookie - 1st Stage (7/5/2013 1:08:00 AM) Post reply

    Excitement Spooning Joy

    Whether by teaspoon or table, my guts full itself of this intimacy. Nevertheless, they find themselves deviating.

    I shouldn't barf upon any anger though; I'd have a better chance out drawing Pablo. 

    But man it feels good to smile a little bit, to laugh a little more, to jump around a ring of roses. 

    This marriage that excite brings upon joy is ever so memorable. I write about it... I pen the excitement spooning joy. 

    Sometimes I watch... 

    By the garden, is this gigantic picnic. 
    No food, no palate, just grass. O' how full are these fools...? 

  • Sj Holland Rookie - 1st Stage (7/3/2013 5:12:00 PM) Post reply

    Anyone have any info about upcoming contests?

  • Ndubisi Anslem Rookie - 1st Stage (7/2/2013 6:55:00 AM) Post reply

    The Wailing voices
    Of bereaved
    sob sorrowfully for their loss.

    Did it happen again!
    Incessant nuke of the haramites
    At the church, major cities
    And market places.

    In whom's pleasure
    chooses our blood
    As juice
    Of which it pleases.

    Did it happen again!
    The portentous strikes
    Of these faceless
    Rightfully-wrong fighters,

    Making us refugees in
    Our own camp.
    Their name is " Forbiden"
    Even at the hear of " Boko"

    We fear to tread
    Keeping vigils with bare hands.
    Did it happen again?
    I wonder if it did

    As we maintain no just course
    Seeing our protectors nurse
    The menace with glove hands
    Forgetting we are all victims in disguise.

  • Ndubisi Anslem Rookie - 1st Stage (7/2/2013 6:37:00 AM) Post reply


    We have come to the " feast"
    At jungle, to dance to tunes
    Of music of our time, and now,
    Leaving the arena for others,
    Returning with cheering heart.

    Gladdened by our worth
    Our shoulder laid with arrogant pride
    As it was at the beginning,
    We stomped tirelessly, bathed with
    Salt water and with the eyes of flame

    Grope for dream.
    " Determination" stands the watch-word
    To some, it shattered away
    As the hour danced past
    When at the time of deep distress

    Along the hobbling wattle forest
    And of trial, were threshed
    And shoved into obscurity.
    But we pegged away into
    The realm walls of faith

    Where we spurned the nights
    Of fear that stalk the day
    In a combative poise.
    We are coming
    To fertile our land

    With the frothy glory
    Trapped in our hands.
    Hearts leap of joy
    As we slung our bags over
    Our back, touching each other,

    Gaze timidly at faces with surge
    Of excitement.
    Hear the drum beat of glee.
    We have arrived at the niche of time

    Bringing castles of hope,
    Telling sad-sweet tales
    Of our voyage.
    Ndubisi Anslem Otolokpo

  • Claudio Rodrigues Rookie - 1st Stage (7/1/2013 10:26:00 AM) Post reply


    Showdown closed in the sub natures that has perceived in the veil. The effect has bemused our inner consciences and has truly, penetrated our egos so deep in our living cores that it will take an entire life time to regenerate our once solaced memories that repent our sorriest and laced fates that could have been a meaning…
    We travel in different roads some that lead to dust, others that lead to our personal hells and once we attain all the much unforeseen consequences. Fate begins
    I will refuse to make fate my sidekick, but bully him to be my slave in a sordid way that I will be able to maneuver my ways in our same beliefs. Abhorred nourished behaviors will unclean our smothering trends.
    Sometimes my light watches over your dark, and I lumber beside the moonlight shadow hoping that fate will reconnect us, trusting the twists of time, to reunite us in this earth, that familiar feeling of knowing we belong to each other, that certainty that we are the same substance, we combine, we fuse together so perfectly…
    Maybe in this life time you may not recognize me or you simply desire to vanish me from your life, destroy and erase those memories that are so buried deep in you.
    It’s utterly lucid that you feel drawn to me, but you don’t ahold so you elect to withdraw yourself from me… and this vicious circus continuo’s to exist, so all I have left is to involve myself in this agonizing sphere.
    We wanted silently to be the embodiment of each other as we lived through days on each other’s air supply; slowly we could not go on crawling in such suffocating motion. The loneliness calls every time closer…
    The release always feels liberating, but does remorse too?

    By Soulbeyond

  • Claudio Rodrigues Rookie - 1st Stage (7/1/2013 10:26:00 AM) Post reply

    Bury Me

    Bury the memories of me in the depths inside your mind, since you were everything I ever wanted, that I had to afford to lose.
    Unveil the character behind the persona you wear, I just can’t go on covering my eyes, acting blind to spare you. I can’t forgive the inflicted injuries against the core of myself, my being, my life, my heart. Without you I feel it will never be the same, I have surrendered trying to attain you, and for that I suffered, as time passed I felt myself dying, after all you where the source of my bliss.
    I have adhered to loneliness, and take pride in this state, knowing I’m safe in order to experience the peak of my liberation. Remember that I will never love you like I did.

    By Soulbeyond

  • Adam M. Snow Rookie - 1st Stage (6/29/2013 7:56:00 PM) Post reply

    Under the Innocent Sky
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Under the innocent sky,
    ever serene and fair.
    Beauty is the stars on high,
    taking away our despair.

    Ever so silent it can be,
    with still a melody that can be heard.
    Close your eyes imagine free,
    with wings stretched wide, like a morning bird.

    Soaring through the dark blue sky,
    ever serene and fair;
    joining with the stars on high,
    feeling the wind between your hair.

    Even though the dream's not true,
    we can still admire from afar,
    the beauty the sky, so dark and blue,
    and the many dancing stars.

  • Roderick Gering Rookie - 1st Stage (6/29/2013 5:09:00 PM) Post reply

    I am new here on but i have been writing poetry for 30 years. I would like any info someone can share about contests here how to enter and so on. Any info is appreciated thanks. Also curious if one can post eroitc poetry here on this site?

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