(12/3/2013 3:36:00 PM)
What is a trick?
Is it an activity?,
Or is an imaginable machine,
Suppose we draw a line or circle,
What it is a trick?
Searching pocket is a trick,
Telling joke is a trick,
Writing poem is a trick,
Or observing candle is a trick
So what is a trick?
I find most of the trick in mathematics,
What if an apple would not be fallen?
Ask from Newton,
Was that a trick?
Or I was a trick,
1+1 equals eleven is also a trick or two is also a trick,
So I fallen in the world of trick,
I find zero.
Here is zero gravity,
Was it a trick?
Jennifer Colyne Hall
(12/3/2013 9:49:00 AM)
Can anyone tell me please, when is the next poetry contest?and of what matter shall I submit?Thank You, Jennifer Hall
(11/30/2013 7:25:00 PM)
When is the next poetry contest?
(11/30/2013 7:24:00 PM)
When is the next poetry conteat?
(11/30/2013 2:52:00 AM)
What is Mom
i wet on the way.
I reached home well wet
brother suggest me to bring an umbrella
sister said you should stay on the shed
father scold I dint want to see you on the bed
mom came bringing the tawal
started make me clean
and hanged my cloth on the wall
Ghazala Shoeb Shoeb
(11/28/2013 11:34:00 PM)
HELLO! ! I logged in after a long time and saw poetry contest results. can any body tell me how to participate and what are the rules and how the winner is chosen. you can inbox me.. thanx :)
(11/27/2013 8:14:00 PM)
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Give my all to you
I stood in my tracks
Saw your mind captering blue eyes
You got my head spinnig
What an amazing feeling
I instantly knew then and there you are the one
You are my muse
Can't live without you
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(11/27/2013 11:16:00 AM)
The day I met him, I was smitten.
I honestly can say I haven’t felt like that towards anyone at first glance.
The day I met him, I had a mission.
To make him mine, if only I could somehow rewind.
The day I met him, I didn’t really know much about him. If I knew what I know now, what would be different?
The day I met him, I was oblivious.
Something wasn’t right past those light green eyes.
From the day I met him, I knew it was too good to be true.
My heart told me to go for it, but my head knew better and told me to save the pain.
I listened to my heart.
The day I met him, I didn’t realize all the distress he would eventually cause me.
From the day I met him, I thought he was a flawless gift from above.
But did I mistake the direction?
Finally, I found out what wasn’t right past those light green eyes.
The day I met him, I did not know someone like this was capable of doing this to me.
I gave him something no one in the world can ever have, and he took it and left.
From the day I met him, I always knew things weren’t right, but I let myself shatter.
Now the thought of me being unlovable will always haunt my mind.
All from, the day I met you.
Suman Kumar Das
(11/27/2013 8:30:00 AM)
Why Flower blooms?
A bud flourishes to flower.
Perhaps, to fill a little joy
Momentary yet pure peace
In tiny heart of human.
But, How crazy creatures!
Fail to fathom the nature.
Enlarge their vicious hands
To smash soft pulpy petals.
If it is fate of flower,
Then, why flower blooms?
Suman Kumar Das
(11/26/2013 5:15:00 PM)
It is a misery I can't unfold
Of all seasons.......
Why was I born during the dry season,
When all things had crumbled?
Why was I born at the age of depression?
Why was I born in the slum?
Why was i born at the age of war?
Why was I born at the age of penury?
Why was I born at the age of a dark cloud,
when light was invisible?
Who will I ask?
Behold! The cloud is silent to my questions
Why was I not born in a comfort season?
when the green pasture sprint forth
to make a beautiful city...
It was a season of despise
A season of shame
It was a season when all had crumbled
A season when there was nothing to eat,
then you've to sit like a watching dog at the feet of Neighbors
It was a season where hardness became a name
Known to be the the poorest
A season when there was no light under the roof
A season that cause the wind to blow,
in which all was lost
What shall we say?
That I was an evil child
that brought nothing but sorry?
Or fate was not fair to me?
Or I was born at a wrong season?
This is the misery!
Though I was born at dry season
But dryness was't born in me;
I was born at the age of depression
But depression wasn't born in me,
I was born in the slum at an unknown hour of the day
But slum was never born in me
I was born in penury
But penury wasn't born in me
I discover that yesterday was my past
In my past lies my mine
In my mine lies my gold
Though the fire was hot,
But it burns through me and I became a pure shining
Comment of the Day
- A very well constructed poem with perfect rhyming beautifully written