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  • Darius Burns (2/26/2013 10:08:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I don't see a contest. Thought I'd rather leave you this.

    " Shed."

    Eyes force open…alert…aware.
    Legs, restless with the clutches of dawn.
    Sky still sobs frozen droplets to glass…
    Resting still on a woodland lawn.

    November rain was falling; pale brown remnants were calling…
    Shrieking sorrow long dead and dried.
    It started with a will, and a wisp…
    Bearing crisp from his sorrowful name.
    Companions of mahogany and cedar nooses,
    But never once menacing from any range.
    Where everything is always the same…
    Weeping for a solemn change.

    Bloodshot windows of forlorn reveries…
    Lingered temptation from beyond closed eyes…
    Something amiss, something off balance,
    Something tempting beyond exposed eyes.

    I remember the knife, as it so glimmered,
    Resting motionless between cracks of the counter.
    Dull, rusted, sending a sorrowful echo…
    In some pile of glistening, deadly powder.

    I remember that blade, as it rode with the tablet…
    Two fateful opposites of the same mirror.
    Shedding the skin for a simple tool,
    For complex margins of silence's error…

    Soul of his laid down to serenity…
    Where it will never fade to waver.
    A bleeding soul lay to flesh…
    Leaving dark stains upon the paper.

  • Miley Stephans (2/26/2013 6:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage


    Shouts of fear
    and commanding tones
    fill their ears,
    nearing the dawn.
    A lake of red shredded everywhere
    so many dead
    you will find there.

    Once a calm field
    now at it's end.
    Now a battlefield when will it end?
    Families across the sea,
    hoping to see their dear
    Will they ever see,
    their lost ones I fear?

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  • Moksha Sharma (2/25/2013 4:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Why I can't get the news of contests. Please inform me why.

  • Shah Jehan Ashrafi (2/21/2013) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Hello am new here and want news on contest and how to participate in them..thnx
    kind regards,
    shah jehan

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    • Donnaj York (2/21/2013 9:39:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I've been viewing this forum for a while now don't know why it is called " Poetry Contests" . I don't see anything contest-related here.

  • Shayna Nelson (2/17/2013 1:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    How can i post my poems

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    • James Urwin (2/19/2013 2:24:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Or...If like me you do not always get the " manage poems" thing at the top of the page...Go to " Member Area" ...on the left in the blue box click " poems and poet settings&qu ... more

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  • Ivo Frbezar (2/16/2013 8:27:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Dairy mirage -
    illusion for the crossing
    Step to the side

  • Ashmeet Kaur (2/16/2013 8:10:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    i also want to submit a poem
    plz help me

  • Vincent Barrowcliffe (2/14/2013 6:36:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    A Death Without Mourns

    Thy son hast not comforted,
    He lived a life alone,
    Now, leaves, as his breath,
    To none, shalt it be known,
    None shalt be there to mourn.

    Thy son, as shalt be gone,
    For him shalt be no song of dawn,
    None, hast he, to adorn,
    None shalt be there to mourn.

    As approaches his night,
    To none, but hope he has to Thy Light,
    That shalt guide and give sight,
    In other realms, to calm his plight,
    To none, which shalt be known,
    None, shalt be there to mourn.

    But, Thy son shalt not regret,
    For what he would now beget,
    As into death, he seeps,
    There shalt be none who weeps.
    His life has passed alone,
    And, there is none, who shalt mourn.

  • Vincent Barrowcliffe (2/14/2013 6:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage


    Thou hast fillest me with Light,
    Thy reasons art unknown,
    But Thee left me in loneliness,
    For alone, now, shalt I mourn.
    For what, hast Thee done this?
    Shalt an answer, not be revealed?
    For Thy child, for Thy part,
    Shalt the truth be but sealed?
    Regret, shalt I not,
    For Thou dost what is right,
    But, jocund am I,
    For Thy Light, shalt bring an answer in sight.

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  • Vincent Barrowcliffe (2/14/2013 6:29:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Answer (Continuation of the poem " The Blessed Child, To The Worsened Realm" ;)

    Thou, in Thy Infinite magnificence, hast fulfilled our prayers,
    For now, that we shalt be
    Risen by Thy Loving, Blessed Child,
    Until we merge into Thee.
    Oneself with Thee, The Creator of entirety,
    Dreams of our longing, shalt now be true,
    Nothing, canst stop our restlessness,
    Until us, shalt Thee, accrue.

    Our desires of perishable materials,
    Shalt now end,
    Realised, shalt now, we be,
    For Thou, our wishes, will mend.
    Gratitude, shalt always pour out from our hearts, humble and mild,
    Towards Thy Blessed Child,
    For guiding us into Oneself with Thee,
    Thy Child, now amidst us on this Holy path, jocund are we.

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