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  • Ronald Britcher (1/2/2013 9:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I look at my past with a simple blink
    Wishing you was here so we can still have a drink
    There was good times we had
    There was even times that were bad

    Our heart aches didn't last
    We always started over with a different task
    Hoping to see knew light
    While hoping it didn't end in a fight

    Mom said we are just alike
    When we talk were on a different flight
    Going on about bickering things
    We both ignore what cause's the pain

    At times we were tolerant to each other
    Is the best time we didn't want to be bothered
    I don't want this time to be sad
    Just want to tell you I love you dad

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  • Lex Cecilio (1/2/2013 4:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Title: Wired To Kill

    Once upon a time, when clocks weren’t real,

    Around the same time no one knew how to feel.

    A beautiful woman strolled through the square,

    A smirk on her face she knew people would stare.

    But not one pair of eyes pointed in her direction,

    Just silent winds, howling at her reflection.

    The woman was amazed at this unusual reaction,

    So she let her smile do all of the action.

    Still, no one looked, no one cared,

    Nothing but her smile and the sun’s red glare.

    Outraged by this mysterious place,

    Thoughts in her mind as she started to pace.

    Looking around, she saw a figure,

    Out in the far, it was the grave digger.

    She approached this man, and smiled at him,

    No response, as the sun starts to dim.

    Saddened by this terrible shunning,

    The woman thought of something very cunning.

    She re-approached the digger and grabbed his hand,

    Quick as the thunder, it turned into sand.

    Scared to death, the woman let out a scream,

    Just to find herself awoken from a dream.

    She started to weep, she started to cry,

    She catches her breath, while she let out a sigh.

    She looks to the corner, she see’s a man,

    Dead as the night, cold as a fan.

    In shock, she looked at her hand,

    Bloody like hell, it turns into sand.

    Beautiful, lost, and frozen still,

    Just a pretty face, wired to kill.

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  • David Crapper (12/31/2012 3:51:00 PM) Post reply


    Oblivion; eddies, tender tit-
    illation, spearheaded fluctuation;
    egressing from throat's abyss, our Father
    and Mother's virgin tongues lock in tranquil bliss.

    Por que brilliance bore membrane, Por qué?Porque!
    without porqué explodes synergies sin-
    gularity. Theories relativ-
    ity; therefore E=MC²!

  • Ehab Hassouneh (12/30/2012 2:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo anyone up to a challenge i have this idea in mind we have around 20 contestant and we assign 3 judges the contest will be 3 round, first round only 10 poems will be selected from the 20 contestant, second round 5 poems from the 10 contestant, third round 3 poems, and the 4th and the final round only 1 poem will be selected and crowned the virtual imaginary crown of glory: p so who is up to it?

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    • Chime Justice Ndubuisi (12/31/2012 3:42:00 AM) Post reply

      Two Short Poems Lines Of Poetry Fall From Trees Lines of poetry fall from trees Like leaves fresh from its bud. They fall at random, They fall for nothing But never out of nothing. Trees ... more

  • Nithin Purple Rookie - 1st Stage (12/29/2012 9:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Ode To Melancholy

    O 'melancholy, your hectic chill for human's soul,
    You with your dismal presence, any spirit does ascent;
    unto dreams of tranquil, restful,
    moist, and sometimes of direful views they went.
    Enigmatic woven waves are your curls,
    You traverse in each mystery we bent;
    where life is few configured amid wild whirls;
    Until deaths, mild eyes meet us in an airy haunt.

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  • Ketan Hukare Rookie - 1st Stage (12/29/2012 5:45:00 AM) Post reply

    In the land unknown
    There lived two ineffable lovers
    Who daily met on a bridge
    Built between banks of a river.

    They were not too young
    They were not that old
    They just were teens......
    Still teens to behold.

    They thought about each-other
    Every second of the long day
    But when they would meet-
    Not a word to say!

    But even silence has a language
    Understood well by those eyes
    Which have affection and care
    But no place for lies.

    Alas! Considering the future
    They decided to part
    Yet they were connected somehow
    What a play of heart!

    They both grew up enough
    To stand tall by their own.
    But needed each-other desperately
    No longer they could stay alone.

    Then they met at the same bridge
    So happy to see eachother's faces.
    So happy to be together
    Like two ends of shoe laces.

    And I, the traveler from that land
    Has come to greet, to shake hand
    With the lovers who came here
    From my unknown land.

  • Starseven0 Starseven0 Rookie - 1st Stage (12/28/2012 2:56:00 AM) Post reply

    My more beautiful than sun rose, Dath robbed

    Rose, s white sweet, yet green lotus lips on singing,

    I heartbroken crying aloud.Ah!why sudden jumped Out

    Of mouth of snake night,Killed air, hope, time, Cosmos.

    I must huged my lover-To Be, i killed my Love Rival-Not

    To Be.ever Defying Death, i for my Baby pain

    My chest seemed to burst.let me calm! is illusion?i my

    Rose kissing sweet.why, my joy crying?i laughing, used my

    Hand, covering my mouth, ah!is i-lotus, s pain who

    Didst waken from Life of my life-small green leaf-baby,

    S dream Pring?do not cry, joy, come, mama your lip

    Received honey sea, mama kissed you?ay!you used thee

    Nod so answer are my air,hope, time-baby,

    Bigest killed your papa, when i unable endures my

    pain, i wanted to commit suicide, but, my own MAMA-LOVE,

    Makes me be loving my life heartily. your burning this

    Thousand ice-mountain.In world, if you Don't exist, love

    Culture, water, soil, beauty becomes East fish-i, sall

    Die,for flower bird grass, s sigh lonely,will

    Blow this the East fish-i, to Death, s eat-desk up.that

    Please listen to poetry, you are a green dew, joy singing

    Dances on red face of inner secrets pregnant with

    You from sky birth to now, flys silver light twinkles Song,

    By frogs choir, from the dark river bank. frogs singing

    Thee-dew, to nil-body, s people.tis

    It seems that lotus, s chest would break with pain, Death

    by the Chinese poet fengwenshu starseven0

    2012-09-30 20.09

  • Starseven0 Starseven0 Rookie - 1st Stage (12/26/2012 1:17:00 AM) Post reply

    rose_rosy [????????]

    By the Chinese poet fengwenshu

    My space 's small emperor-my son

    As a Roseate for endless routh,

    When unborn my son,

    Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

    And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

    In phoenix's body breed,

    In rosy rose had

    Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,

    Rivers, grasss, groves,

    And greatures.her sweetly joy and

    Fire of love,

    I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,

    Or words of green water of flows,

    Day after day, month after month,

    And i made Myself
    Wearing a black dress

    Small cicada

    In apparel, sometimes,

    I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometimes,

    I made meselves a orchid,

    In white apparel, sometimes,

    I turns a petty siklworm,

    In white robe, simetimes,

    I into Nature 's creatures,

    To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

    As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,

    Of summer,
    And my faire-God Not born me sings

    Or told, for my fair-God Not born and

    Being lonely, stir and peaceless,

    I become one single flower's sweetly,

    Or Music of heavy sweet,

    kissed my son_my ideal,

    As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

    And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,

    This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve years

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks

    Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

    Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

    With red magma, true, twelve rears

    My little flower_spirit grew in milks

    Of spirit, and milks.

    by fengwenshu starseven0

  • Metin Sahin Rookie - 1st Stage (12/25/2012 8:51:00 AM) Post reply

    I do not need a poetry contest: I am METIN SAHIN.THE GREAT POEM

  • Peter Maxharya Rookie - 1st Stage (12/25/2012 2:47:00 AM) Post reply

    Ho ho ho santas greetings to u all poetic party people peace and love.check out ma poems for a great read no disappointment only enjoyment.merry xmass

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