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  • Rookie - 20 Points Leesaan Robertson (2/4/2014 12:22:00 PM) Post reply
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    Hi, Sir/ Madame
    My name is Leesaan Robertson. I would like to be entered in the poetry contest.
    And I also would like to know how I can get poets to comment on poetry's
    Because I've been on here for awhile and nobody has commented on my poems yet.

    My email: leesaanrobertson@ymail.com

  • Rookie Donald Goodside (2/1/2014 4:48:00 PM) Post reply

    Night Shift ___

    Each of us has an image of paradise
    A destinations resting reward, and yet
    I am troubled as my own view is dim.

    Deep down many levels beneath the sun
    Where hand hewn roots of Sequoia support
    the Marble hall of others, I am sweeping
    the dust gatherings and collecting into piles
    The cardboard refuse of gifts not meant for me.

    Toiling the forever among vague others I never knew
    While I was sleepwalking somewhere up there.

    I go on, in the certainty that eventually
    I too, will rise to the Alabaster Porticos
    Washed by brief sweet showers of rain.

    Till then I accept my role
    As Janitor, on this side of the Gate.

  • Rookie Shelley Stanworth (2/1/2014 3:16:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies


    Dreading the winter as the days pass by
    Wild like the raging storms I am the sky
    The hammering rain and sleet express my cry
    While thunder roars as me screaming why
    Cant pretend the past memories are a cruel lie
    Which are swamping the festivitites that I try
    To forget were once the days I watched you die.
    And all I do all year long I force the fight
    Against the grief inside that drains my might
    Which I usually conceal from my loved ones sight
    But sorrow descends on this months blustery night
    As once among the decorations out went a light
    Its more beautiful to me than the stars are bright
    Its more beautiful to me than the world in white.

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  • Rookie Sapekshya Timilsina (1/31/2014 10:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    If I could, I would.

    Don't look how my eyelashes are,
    or how fair skin tone I have.
    Don't judge how my hair's so messy
    or how I can't manage to look pretty.

    The curves that I may have,
    I would never want you to love me for that.
    Look into my eyes, how bright it would shine,
    if you were here and if I could call you mine.

    This feeling that covers up the whole of me,
    from the tip of my toe to the root of my hair,
    is something I will never be able to explain,
    because even when I see you, I go completely insane.

    How do I say what I feel for you is like?
    That would be unfair if I try to sum it up in words.
    and honestly, to me you define 'perfection'
    You're here with me, oh! that'd be an imagination.

    You love her, I know that quite clear but,
    I want to love you like 'Juliet' loved her 'Romeo'.
    I just don't get why she won't treat you good,
    because honey, if I could, with all my heart, I would.

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  • Rookie Dylan Morgan (1/30/2014 4:44:00 PM) Post reply

    The one that got away

    I was hers
    And she was mine
    I dreamed of something
    That should not change

    Her smile
    Oh god oh god
    Her smile
    Was as beautiful
    As her luscious hair

    And in a second
    She was not there
    To ship her away
    Oh so far away

    Across the border
    Goes her smile
    No love for me
    And no love for us

  • Rookie Rohn Moosh (1/28/2014 4:25:00 AM) Post reply

    It was not the like the moon wasn't red enough,
    Darker than the shades of your eyelids.
    Looking down on the naked.

    Hungry and wet
    We waited for our turns.
    In and out of my hands like falling ice cream.
    My mind ignoring the halo,
    My fingers disobeying physics.
    Your screams so silent it woke the neighbors dogs up.

    Yes! We did sway to all the howling.
    Rubbed our words for comfort.
    Your face melted into mine.
    Till we learnt to speak each others tongue.
    We kissed.
    But only one of us was kissed.

  • Rookie Skitz Meraki (1/27/2014 5:34:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    begin again and break the bell
    forget the thing you cannot tell
    tried to warn you, ran away
    just to hurt you again today
    its fine, I can see the lies
    that cross the mirror in my eyes
    what happened then will happen now
    I told you not to fall or bow
    you didn't listen, now its old
    tripping over this fools gold
    tried not to break the thing you are
    then I took it much too far
    ill fall into the arms of night
    I've given up this fight

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    • Rookie Shelley Stanworth (2/1/2014 3:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Powerful imagery. I like the flow, what i try to do... Oceans I have filled with tear I've cried For a love I had and now been denied I searched all the shores and their tide For a secret cave t ... more

  • Rookie Austin Eseke (1/27/2014 2:55:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi i just wanna ask if there is any new contest for new members??

  • Rookie - 0 Points Twi$ha $hah (1/23/2014 8:21:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    I want to be with you

    Out of the blue you grab my hand and make me dance with you,
    I think to make this moment more mirthful lets add a mocha to the cue,
    Sharing this moment together,
    Is the best time of my life

    I know you are a living dead
    And The moment we have in between
    Is the only thing I have in my head
    You and I both know that I am just a teen
    But being with you makes me feel as if I am the queen

    I can feel your noticeable absence
    And you, are the only one with whom I would spend my entire life
    Without even reconsidering the thought
    Whenever you are beside me I can feel your fragrance
    I see you coming when the fiery sun sets
    And I loose my patience
    To break the silence
    And I know when you'll leave
    I'll be fallen in the mouth of sadness
    Till then I want to be with you

    I would feel so good
    When I would be reminiscing
    About these days
    If ever I could
    And I surely would

    I hear you sing with your velvety voice,
    I want this memory in the future to be rejoiced
    And I want to be with you forever and ever

    By now you would be thinking that I'm a wise fool
    As I am drooling about the wind
    For you to read
    It would be logically illogical
    But for me it's illogically logical

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Har Srishty (1/29/2014 12:47:00 AM) Post reply

      Hello Respected, REALLY A CLASSICAL LOVE POEM OF FREE VERSE. It reminds of Yeats and longfellow's poems. Moreover, this passionate poem is grammaticall exact. Why nnt publish an edition of the poems?

    • Rookie - 0 Points Har Srishty (1/29/2014 12:47:00 AM) Post reply

      Hello Respected, REALLY A CLASSICAL LOVE POEM OF FREE VERSE. It reminds of Yeats and longfellow's poems. Moreover, this passionate poem is grammaticall exact. Why nnt publish an edition of the poems?

    • Rookie - 0 Points Har Srishty (1/29/2014 12:46:00 AM) Post reply

      Hello Respected, REALLY A CLASSICAL LOVE POEM OF FREE VERSE. It reminds of Yeats and longfellow's poems. Moreover, this passionate poem is grammaticall exact. Why nnt publish an edition of the poems?

    • Rookie - 0 Points Har Srishty (1/25/2014 9:51:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Fantastic, impressive coz it conveys you ... more

  • Rookie - 42 Points Gedion Onyango (1/22/2014 1:13:00 PM) Post reply

    I'm Sick of Writing Poems

    I live a haunted life of pain and misery.
    A terrible cocktail of love, hate and joy
    Is crawling in my blood and spurting overwhelming energy,
    tearing my veins and biting my skin with a cold venom
    With my pen,
    I carry with me a non-accountable responsibility
    Weighed down, and burdened by an addictive urge to address the hungry, intelligent, disoriented, critical, and ignorant audience of known and unknown worlds.
    The enslavement and tyranny of the pen strains and wears me down.... And I am sincerely tired.
    With it, are the spirits that jerks and swings my head in every corner of the wilderness where weird thoughts are born and executed.
    I am being persecuted by the ghosts who walk in the darkness, waking dark clouds and black, slimy dusts on their path as they make their way into my haunted head to deliver their poetic missives.
    And I hear voices banging my head against the wisdom of strange gods of the poem writing and angels of its prophecy, warnings, celebrations and laughter.
    Strange sounds of drums and devilish feet stamps around my arms and scatters like a stampede of scared faithfuls in a religious pilgrimage of Mecca!
    The devils and angels are struggling and fighting for my consciousness and the strength of my pen. And my soul is restless to deliver their message and un-relentful
    To put this luggage down.
    Yes! I am tired of writing these poems - but I have failed to beat the voices in my head, the crawling centipedes in my veins.
    And the ghosts who drive the engines of my pen
    to incorporate me into writing these poems.

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