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  • Rookie Shivangi Shankar (9/16/2013 1:12:00 AM) Post reply
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    My poem's still waiting for approval... anybody else in the same position or is it just me?

  • Rookie Ala' Elouri (9/16/2013 12:07:00 AM) Post reply

    I need your help. This is a competion and I am hoping to win it.

    http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrifice-53/

    I need alot of rates and comments. '=)
    This poem is done with feelings and it will touch anybody who was once or is in love.
    You won't regret read it and give me a rate+feedback.

  • Rookie Precious Antone (9/15/2013 7:41:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello all poets! I would like to ask if you can read my poems and leave any comments. And vote for my poem Don't forget me. Thank you so much. And good luck! to all the poets who have enter the contests!

  • Rookie - 21 Points Sunday Champion (9/15/2013 6:05:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello friends! View my poem for you titled, what is life?Not only for the contest but for you. What does life really means to you?View and criticize it.

  • Rookie - 15 Points Diana Rose Tolentino (9/15/2013 4:36:00 AM) Post reply

    It is my first time joining a poetry contest, so please take time to read my entry. God bless us all.

    Fantasy

    In the prairie down the hill,
    I can see the grass so green.
    With cascaded flowers everywhere,
    And their fragrances fill the air.

    As I walk as gentle as the breeze,
    Try not to harm life beneath my feet,
    Daisies, sweet peas and daffodils,
    And crown of laurels in my head.

    I felt the wind gently blew my hair,
    While dandelions dance in gay.
    A big smile painted colors in my face,
    As I watch them with such grace.

    The feeling just took my breath away,
    Surely a place beyond compare.
    An honor to be on this blessed soil,
    The refuge for any weary soul.

    I heard the birds singing just as sweet.
    Their hymns lull me back to sleep.
    Serene and peace I wont forget,
    As I laid my head to rest.

  • Rookie Ogu Henry Chijioke (9/14/2013 6:09:00 PM) Post reply

    Let the will of God be done. I am no body. You guys can make me somebody. Thank you and God bless you all

  • Rookie - 0 Points Grace Ellis (9/14/2013 4:45:00 PM) Post reply

    I entered my poem Night Stars in the contest so please read and comment.

    Im inspired to write by everyone who has their own personal stories to tell in form of poems.

  • Rookie Amith Singh (9/14/2013 7:24:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear members
    I have entered poem contest. Please read/rate. Thank you

    It is titled " Impalpable dreams"

    Hope is the seed I sow to grow a tree of dreams.
    Like a waterfall that plunges into abysmal depths I feed it optimism.
    Hope blossoms inside the abysmal abyss.
    In autumn I harvest my garden which is overflowing with fragrance and colors of impalpable dreams.

    Amith Singh

  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrew Daglish (9/13/2013 11:50:00 AM) Post reply

    please rate my poem good or bad all comments appreciated

    Winters Beauty

    Like steam locomotives, it's a tangible breath,
    Belching plumes, akin to the heaviest of chain smokers.
    Each bud & blade consumed by hungry jack himself
    Kissed completely with an ice cold dust

    White wash splattered with contempt,
    Smother motionless cars that slept sound by night.
    Into window corners frost creeps silent,
    Embedded with a Dickensian slant.

    A milky sun without power to burn,
    Relegates itself to a mere shadow caster
    And a Scooby-doo mist engulfs the long par three
    From weather beaten green too divot strewn tee

    This picture painted drowns many a heart in fear
    But for myself, it's a pinnacle to round off the year
    Crisp chilled air heralds the onset of snow
    It’s a perfect topping for a beautiful winter

  • Rookie Ann Lee (9/13/2013 7:57:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey people...

    Frazzled

    I loathe my existence.
    Can’t stand the picture in the mirror
    In my eyes.
    My Self in the mirror
    In the eyes.

    I loathe my presence
    Here and now.
    And my past future
    And my future past.

    All lives and livings
    Here are together
    Beside me
    Inside me.
    And I wonder
    And I secretly know
    All vain
    All worn out
    All pasts.

    Loud I quaver
    To my inner demons…
    What is being after all?

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