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  • Rick Adriolo (2/4/2013 3:35:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Weighted soul..

    Young is this heart of mine accompanied with a old soul
    For it feels complete, but still there is a big hole
    A unforgiving truth remains and resides in this old soul
    For it is tormented and tainted, therefor can never be whole..

    Young is this face of mine accompanied with a broken smile
    For my eyes can hide a lie, but still cry once in a while
    A dark glare remains and resides in these eyes so hollow
    Eyes that don't know which way to turn or what to follow..

  • Tasruzzaman Babu (2/3/2013 7:22:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    X-ism: At the second floor of the land-lord house

    At the second floor of the land-lord house
    A lantern gleams all night long
    Its light can be seen beyond the sash of window
    When nocturnal birds also return to nest
    The eyes of stars are languished due to drowsiness
    Footfall is already stopped
    Fireflies are also tired by sparkling light
    The voice of cricket are also chocking
    In a room of the second floor of the land-lord house
    A lantern flickers dimly
    All night long…

  • Rick Adriolo (2/3/2013 4:52:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Seeing Those Eyes.. (War / Children)

    Those eyes filled with anger, sorrow, fear and confusion 
    Can you see the heavy weight 
    Inside those eyes there is no illusion 
    Can you see the horrors of what they are afraid 

    Seeing those eyes watching at me, staring at me, getting to me.. 

    Those eyes have seen to many brutalities 
    No child should ever see 
    Scarred with those memories 
    From which they can’t break free 

    Seeing those eyes looking at me, inside of me, breaking me.. 

    In those eyes a whole story is told 
    Do you see it in those eyes 
    Death of the young and the old 
    War made them see to many goodbye's 

    Seeing those eyes that seen enough, cried to often, feared to much.. 

    It where those eyes, those sad eyes 
    The saddest eyes I ever saw 
    That made me start to realize 
    The price that children pay for war..

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  • Linda Neill Poet Digter (2/2/2013 12:51:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Dear Reader
    Dear reader
    If I stop singing in rhyming words
    would you lament, in empty echoes
    would you play miss me chords?

    Enchanted words I say everything
    Captivated letters of something
    Of what I think, attempt to touch
    A glimpse I sow in a moment pouch

    I’m exposing my heart intimately
    Breathing I have no confidentiality
    My all I give to you freely and boldly
    Dear reader, who intently, silently
    observe, dissect and detect me
    closely, wordlessly, do you love me?

    Love I send dear reader,
    from an orator,
    a poet presenter

    (Copyright belongs to Linda Neill - South Africa)

  • Angel Gon (2/1/2013 9:22:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    I can’t wait to leave this world

    I wake up everyday just to make a better world
    Every time I go to the world, I’ll make it worst
    This world is full of jokes, that man can’t face a war
    I love to see my day goes by, without being cursed

    Why should I stay in this world, if there’s are no adventures
    Adventures is my life to see another world that belongs to me
    This world should be in peace instead of me leaving to nature
    Changing the world would not make it better cause them

    Thy world is worth a lot to me but terror and war is still here
    Education, Life, Survivor, Proud, The Future, and Happiness is I
    I been hidden the fear just to survivor the world that is near
    There’s nothing that I should keep moving forward without life

    I hear, I smell, I see, and I believe is the other world calling me
    I am taking a step another step to leave this world without mercy

    -Angel L Gonzalez Jr.

  • Rick Adriolo (1/31/2013 5:30:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    My eyes closed, and I am still, except for the beating of my heart.. 
    But what is a heart when it's stone, cold but bleeding..
    What is a heart when its last warmth and feelings is receding..

    My ears are open, and I am still, waiting for the right moment..
    But it gives time to find the right word to start..
    But what is the right word when it is measured, weighed and comes from a frozen heart..

    My mouth begins to open, for I try to speak, thoughtful and meaningful words..
    There are just a few, small but come on strong..
    But they help to correct all I've done wrong..

    " I'm sorry" from the depths of my stone-cold-frozen and bleeding heart...

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    • Miley Stephans (2/1/2013 6:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      I am but a stranger who is nothing but curious, read it through and through but for me, your theme did not strike. would love to know what it is about, for my beating heart desires.

  • Allian Bern Fuentes (1/30/2013 10:04:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Far Away

    Transparent spirit pictures
    Swimming in the open sky
    Its wings are bold letters
    Keep your feet up and never lie
    Everything gone unanswered
    Everything came unknown
    Not until I opened my eyes

    I want you in my way
    We have got this far
    Never go away
    Everyone has their scars

    Every episode comes a question
    Don't know if it fits my mind
    Sometimes I leave it all behind
    Sometimes it lets me down
    Every chapter has a caution
    Weak hope and broken trust
    Not until illusions turn to dusts

    You're a part of me
    I'm a part of you
    Even we're far away
    I'll stay close to you
    Allian Bern Fuentes

  • Allian Bern Fuentes (1/30/2013 10:01:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    A Hero With His Dark Mask

    I hid my blackened bones and flipped the angel in front
    I did this every time I meet the messengers passing through
    To cover up my face and give the mask which I am not
    A thousand storms and bullets I blew
    My left hand heals the lost, my right hand kills the ghost
    Find me in every miles and in every words
    You would lift me up and name me with all mosts
    But deep behind I'm not the flint tone of my chords
    Allian Bern Fuentes

  • Nithin Purple (1/29/2013 9:31:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    To Her Beauty

    If 'beauty' Be the self satisfied pride she bears,
    Each Fly do wing around her cherubic sweet face,
    As they; lovers seek what her anonymous covers,
    And dream them in a transient trace.

    When 'beauty', a self possessed pride, you Worn,
    Each fly does wing around your wilt grace,
    As what lovers opine, 'how your beauty haste flown;
    As falls the man in his transient race'.
    Nithin purple

  • Jagmeet Singh (1/28/2013 10:53:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Please tell some poetry contest in which the new teenaged poets like me can participate and have a chance to show our talent..

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