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  • 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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    • Rookie - 1st Stage 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

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Nithin Purple (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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  • Rookie - 1st Stage Ketan Hukare (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.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Starseven0 Starseven0 (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 alive.red 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 hug.got your lip

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

    Nod so answer smiling.you are my air,hope, time-baby,

    Bigest one.car 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 july.my 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

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Starseven0 Starseven0 (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

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

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

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Peter Maxharya (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

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Sanjibsaha Aniketa (12/25/2012 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

    My sense

    I saw the old lady.
    she was walking,
    walking in the evening.
    a stick supports her
    in the dark.
    dark never touched her.
    her weak steps
    made me unhappy.

    i am entering into the days,
    days of my future.
    the opaque eyes
    never dreams a high hope.
    the stick of the lone lady
    wanted to show the path.
    she is alone,
    she is making me alone.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Sanjibsaha Aniketa (12/25/2012 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

    My sense

    I saw the old lady.
    she was walking,
    walking in the evening.
    a stick supports her
    in the dark.
    dark never touched her.
    her weak steps
    made me unhappy.

    i am entering into the days,
    days of my future.
    the opaque eyes
    never dreams a high hope.
    the stick of the lone lady
    wanted to show the path.
    she is alone,
    she is making me alone.

  • Rookie - 1st Stage Ronald Britcher (12/24/2012 10:21:00 AM) Post reply

    Waiting On That Day

    -In the wake of a pupil-
    Our hearts become virtual
    I stand here waiting on our
    Waiting hopeful

    -With one single hand-
    Can become a single stand
    As He reaches out
    I will Walk As planned

    -We all rise when we are spoken to-
    And we all fall when we are let go.
    To all become a family
    Or to all Behold

    -Light is a passion-
    Darkness is a Desire
    God is our hopeful
    Devil shall be retired

    -God is the truth-
    While religion has its requires
    At the end of the day the one above
    Is who acquires.

    -The world is an apocalypse-
    From dawn to dusk
    Let us keep our faith in him
    Or end dusk to dusk

    -I knee down before you Jesus-
    While keeping my faith
    I will walk with you Jesus
    My soul for you to take

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