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  • Rookie - 0 Points Joaquin Santana (9/22/2013 6:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Does anyone know how the voting process works for the poem contest?I wonder if the person with the most friends wins. If so, I already lost.

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Sunday Champion (9/24/2013 12:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Hello dear! don't loss hope. never should you agreed that you've lost. you don't need friends to win this one. you only need an irresistable poem. with a great poem, you're unstoppable, but that does ... more

  • Rookie Elysabeth Faslund (9/22/2013 8:38:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    We're going at this the wrong way.
    Vote for a needy person's poem. The $1,000 could be the start of a brilliant writing career for them, him/her.

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    • Rookie Joaquin Santana (9/22/2013 6:25:00 PM) Post reply

      First of all, how do we know who's needy?Second, I really don't think it matters because from what I can tell, whoever has the most friends is going to win.

  • Rookie - 21 Points Sunday Champion (9/22/2013 6:57:00 AM) Post reply

    http://www.poemhunter.com/contest-vote/what-is-life-87/ read this poem and get the definition of what life really is. I don't care if you vote or not but just read it. It will beat you theorical definition about life and enlighten your part.

  • Rookie - 21 Points Sunday Champion (9/22/2013 6:39:00 AM) Post reply

    View my contest poem titled, what is life?It will beat your imagination and definition of life. I Don't care if you vote or not, rate it high or low, comment or not but what I care about is for my poem to transform your mentality and re-define life to you. My poem becomes nothing if it can't transform a a soul.. Search for it if you care. You've no excuse for being a Failure.

  • Rookie - 91 Points Sisirachandra Vaduge (9/22/2013 3:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Eurasian Hoopoe, commanding...

    My restless sleep interrupted by an anti-electronic alarm on and on
    At four hours and thirty two minutes in an antemeridian dawn
    Room temperature indicating centigrades twenty two. zero one
    Deep darkness unveiling clothes for bathing under the foothills of Namunukula Mountain

    Wake up dear, another day of destruction born
    We remind you haven’t settled yet nature’s premium
    See this mother earth yet to be burning
    Nor we tolerate, ready for duty we’re commanding

    Go, Go, Go, and pacify the minds of warrior human
    Soothing however, teach them eco-systems and plant protection
    Nature is the most powerful blessing teach your children
    We are hunting for preventing such destruction

    Glowworms signaling yet no construction danger zone demarcation
    Bees and wasps on alert ready to attack destructive giants anyone
    Fishes and butter fly dragons spying on forest burning
    You’re sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and sleeping

    Everywhere competition, ongoing profit bargain gaming production
    Fencing perched lands pointing supply water line
    World wide web space complication, busy communication
    Consuming jungle fruits and grain energy we voice spreading instant authenticating

    I hear that voice command from Karanda treetops nearby stream next to my room
    How can I identify she, thanking still darkness out zooming
    Fear and run away if my flash lights shoot on
    Silently murmuring I thanked her fine you’re encouraging

    Yes I am ready with my wisdom weapon sharpening act against corruption
    Worshiping all powers of spiritual pleading empower me too join them
    Wonderful is her shrieking demanding bird’s aspiration
    Voicing again and again do it sir, do it, do it, do it this is our nation

    Plot: Dusky morning an [Eurasian hoopoe] invisible power commanding.
    Source: Outside the poet’s country side sleeping shack at Pelgahathenna the foothills of Namunukula Mountain Uva Province Passara Srilanka.

    Ps.Karanda is an ingenious medicinal tree in south asian countries that grow well in tropical rain forests.In Buddha legend Karanda sticks used to substitute tooth picks after maha sanga almsgiving.

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  • Rookie - 278 Points Sierra Staten (9/21/2013 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

    I would like to invite you to read some of my poems, as I am a younger poet that could really use the opinions and criticism. I struggle to find people willing to read my work as they are not particularly happy poems. Thank you all in advance for your time! :)

  • Rookie Elysabeth Faslund (9/21/2013 4:04:00 PM) Post reply

    Yes, my poem is in this contest also.
    Vote from the heart and mind, if you find " Earth-Woman" .

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dipy Hermonite (9/21/2013 2:12:00 PM) Post reply


    Could I request all you dear poets to cast your vote for my poem?

    Your World My Lord

    The train moved swiftly through the night,
    O'er rivers, fields and glens.
    The girl was rocking in her sleep,
    Smiling every now and then.
    Though the rags that she wore on her body,
    Had seen many a better day.
    She had been told by her daddy,
    It had been destined for them that way.

    'My Child', he would say,
    'Though I love you more than anything in my life,
    What can I do - my darling - my sweetheart,
    When even God doesn't see how we strive.
    I have to work hard each day,
    In order that we may,
    Get a little bit to eat, before we go off to sleep,
    And we pull through another day'.

    This World's been moving through time,
    Through nuclear explosions and hell.
    We've come a long way, since the gold rush days,
    Yet for gains our daughters we'll sell.
    The sons being raised by their daddies,
    Would have seen many a better day.
    Had they not been groomed to be baddies,
    To steal, to rape and to slay.

    O my Lord, don't you see,
    How this World that you've made needs advice?
    Show us the path, the way it should be,
    Sans avarice and malice and vice.
    We've slaughtered, abused and we've slayed,
    Our morals have blown in the glade.
    Please give us the sense, to get out of this dense
    Dark clouds of Hades we've made.

  • Freshman - 1,127 Points Herbert Guitang (9/21/2013 12:56:00 PM) Post reply

    HELLO. Poemhunter.com is a wonderful " heaven" for us, Poets.
    Kindly support my poem " Your Love is Like the Planets in the Universe
    Vote and Rate my poem with you review comments.
    Thank you very much

  • Rookie Amatulla Mohammadi (9/21/2013 12:43:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Jasmine - scented smiles
    that will drift away
    with the summer breeze,
    and how would anyone even know
    how much they matter to me.

    Sweet smiles of childhood
    that are lost in growing up;
    smiles that we share
    behind the safety of the veil;
    and smiles that brighten up
    our sad lonely days
    with the fragrance of jasmine petals.

    please vote for my poem on the following link:


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