(8/9/2012 1:00:00 PM)
(8/9/2012 12:27:00 PM)
Death beneath my own heart, how can she explain herself, the death toll, risen for a reason, not knowing when or how, just there to understand, no one in life is perfect, she guesses she ain't the one, God came into the light, surround her with a vision of interest, there is hope to fight, there is peace of harmony, faith is to believe, inside herself,
God is there, to hold her hand, guide her within, the most vision of beauty, God gave her strength to let it go, beauty is the love of God; God gave her the answer, of her death to be, spoken up others, why must she go, God came to her, it's time, when is the time, to say good-bye, to our loves ones, mostly her children, she'll die in peace,
Knowing who is awaiting for her in the gardens of love, the one most, missed, the general life once there, he was gone, before her time, God came to him, my loving husband, who is much missed by all who endure him, now, it's time for her, to go to her, but God will guide her, to the one, who gave her all, the beautiful within her soul, no one shall endure the faith, she will rise, to the sun, she will tear for the moment, when it rains, letting go, is the most hardest, to do, she knows now, children are all gone, on their own, married, children, loved by all, they will seek, the loving mother once here now gone, grandchildren, will remember the smile, each time, they will arrive, to grandmothers house, as they enter, there is a sent of a smell, fresh baked goods, children of their grandmother, they'll remember the smile, to who she is, now they old the key, of their own parents, to how the loving family is, not now, grandmother gave, the skills, what families are suppose to do, remember us, let her go, she will reunited with her beloved love, a husband to her, a father to his children, and grandfather they never got to know, all stories were told by their loving parents and grandmother, to who was, their grandfather was like, missed by all, now they know, grandmother will be missed, know the silence will be gone, remain, the trust, within their beloved children, as they stand tall, looking beyond a journey, that came to the end, seeing their love ones go, sending a messege through their own hearts, peaceful they know, grandmother pain has gone, reaching out to the sky, God is there, to guide her, to the one she missed, her beloved soul mate, who became all to her, the love of death, is knowing death became beneath her only heart, to die in peace, for the harmony of a blessing, is knowing, God hears each Prayer said and done.
(8/8/2012 10:59:00 AM)
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Hallo Fellow Poets,
I´m new to this site and have posted a lot of my poems here - please have a look at them. If you take the time to review I will look at your work too.
(8/2/2012 9:37:00 PM)
I would like to inform you of a poetry contest called " The International Quill Quarrel" that is accepting admissions from August 15th - October 15th,2012. The contest is open to everyone. For full details you can visit www.theiqq.webs.com.
All the best, ?
(8/2/2012 1:32:00 PM)
I just digned up today and im trying to learn how to post my poems. Once I learn that yuo all will feel my poetry.
(7/31/2012 5:11:00 PM)
" Too Damn Hot"
The desert cactus
Shows God its middle finger
To tell Him " thankyou."
© Anntelope 2001
(7/31/2012 8:31:00 AM)
how do u get into the poetry contest??
Adam M. Snow
(7/27/2012 4:48:00 PM)
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Through the Eyes of the Untold Lore
Through these stained eyes, dark is all I see
yet I try to live, believing this is me.
But all I could do is place my heart on a page,
and watch it rot away with every age.
All I am through your eyes is a ghost,
whom you don't dare miss the most.
All you are through my eyes, is hopelessness;
but my words I write are my distress.
Peaking through my once soulless muse,
as my heart lies victim to your solemn abuse.
I live to be your puppet, nothing more
but I am a writer of many lore.
And as I dare write with missing heart,
it is with you whom my stories start.
-Adam M. Snow
If you like this poem, please check out any of my other poemsReplies for this message:
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
(8/8/2012 1:02:00 AM)
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The sentiments here are deep and nicely told. I enjoyed reading as I like the rhythm and the flow, being also a writer of sonnets, myself.
Joseph Ojogba Daniel
(8/7/2012 4:30:00 AM)
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how did i miss this?I love diz poem, especially the last stanza and the line that says 'i place my thought in a page and allow it rot through the age'
- Reyvrex Questor Reyes (8/8/2012 1:02:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
(7/27/2012 3:41:00 AM)
I forgot the streets in which I used to walk……
I forgot the senseless things I used to talk…….
I forgot the joy of completing all homework……
After which I had no other work…..
I forgot the nights thunder would scare…....
On toys when I used to stare………..
I forgot the time I used to play…..
With dust and clay
(7/26/2012 6:15:00 PM)
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