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  • Rookie - 0 Points Serena Silenced (8/5/2013 8:33:00 AM) Post reply
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    If I am unwritten.
    Then I am unheard.
    You cannot hear my voice.
    You cannot read my words.

    If I put it out on paper-
    It may be observed.
    It may be spoken aloud.
    It may be heard.

    [3 Serena Silenced [3

  • Rookie Josephine Alexis-hagues (8/5/2013 7:51:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi, i'm new to P H and have just posted my first poem here " I know your love" ....all constructive comments welcome, will reciprocate as much as possible...

  • Rookie Shane Mcknight (8/4/2013 1:47:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, I'm a new user here, and have just a couple of posts. I would really appreciate criticisms, and literary views on my works. Thank you.

  • Rookie Shane Mcknight (8/4/2013 1:47:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, I'm a new user here, and have just a couple of posts. I would really appreciate criticisms, and literary views on my works. Thank you.

  • Rookie - 42 Points Corey Jones (8/3/2013 2:25:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello everyone! i post some of my poems every once in a while and would really love to hear others thoughts on them! some are good and some not so much but either way they evoke what i was feeling at the Time and would really appreciate any feedback i can get! thanks!

  • Rookie - 0 Points John Hess (8/2/2013 11:18:00 PM) Post reply

    Sitting on the porch

    Sitting on this porch, I look to the tree;
    Standing there alone now, the only thing I see.
    The cold of season changing, causing it to sway;
    If it had a voice I wonder what it would say.

    Just a year ago it wasn't all alone;
    The tornado blew on past and left the others prone.
    So now this giant oak tree, standing at the end;
    Finds the squirrels and birds are gone, no one to befriend.

    Branches missing here and there, looks as if its sad;
    Reminds me of my life right now, how things are going bad.
    The leaves are changing color now, all turning brown;
    Gives the feeling of winters coming, silence now the sound.

    Will this mighty oak tree, standing all alone;
    Ever find its way again, to become someone's home.
    Will its branches grow so strong, leaves turn to green;
    Time will only tell the tale, of this tragic scene.

    John Hess

  • Rookie - 20 Points Kitty Smith (8/2/2013 7:33:00 PM) Post reply

    i am a young aspiring poet and it would be greatly appreciated if you could read my collection, its meager, yes, but i would appreciate all constructive criticism, thank you

  • Rookie - 204 Points Jack Growden (8/1/2013 5:35:00 AM) Post reply

    PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! ! I am a young, aspiring poet. Please feel free to rate them and comment your thoughts. Thanks, Jack Growden

  • Rookie - 2 Points Joby John (7/31/2013 2:52:00 AM) Post reply

    hai friends i invite you all to ponder over on and in my poems " the blind" and " creative tongue"

  • Rookie Tyrone Dibie (7/30/2013 3:44:00 PM) Post reply

    Please will appreciate if my poems " Genocide" and " From the Heart" could be rated by fellow kindhearted poets.

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