(9/10/2013 10:17:00 PM)
Now you are 16, Nothing behind you but your childhood!
Now you are truly a teenager.
Look forward to see what the future may hold for you, Can have in store for you.
Leave no possibilities behind you; Anything is possible if you put your Mind and Heart into it!
“My Little Queen”
Let no one tell ‘NO’
You can be anything you may or want to be,
Because now you have the world in front of you,
The world can and will offer you anything.
“Happy Sweet 16”
By: Stuart W. Smeltzer
(9/8/2013 8:47:00 PM)
In The Comfort of My Dreams II
I close my eyes, in the comfort of my dreams;
Walking through the land, next to the stream.
Here I sit, remembering the past;
Wondering how long, will my love for you last?
I hear the bird's song and the rustling of leaves;
Tears come to eyes and it's you I can't see.
The sky so soothing, with its whites and blue;
Is there someone, somewhere, that can give me a clue?
Though comfort is welcome, in the memories I hold;
Without you beside me, my body grows cold.
The pain swells deep, growing heavy at my core;
Searching for ways to move on, to survive this war.
For I find myself alone, my dreams torn apart;
Forced to move on, my futures now dark.
Was once an escape here, this land in my head;
Where I tell you I love you, but the real world-goes unsaid.
I inhale deeply and it's your fragrant I smell;
Memories cascading, how do I escape this hell?
My dreams are suppose to be, a place with no pain;
But now they find me, simply going insane.
So how do I stop loving you and get you out of my head;
Break the ties that bids us, how do I cut this thread?
For like the mountain I see, in the climate of my dreams;
I stand alone for all time, for now as it seems.
As I walk here alone, remembering my past;
The sounds of nature's call, no longer do last.
Trees have grown silent, standing ever so still;
The air a dead clam, as the land becomes ill.
Looking this way and that, and to my eyes I see;
Cherished moments in time, being torn at the seams.
The sun that once shined here, lasting all through the day;
Replaced by darkness, as the land begins to decay.
The warmth that blanketed me, and held me so tight;
Has slipped away forever, with the coming of night.
A matter of time, for all good things come to an end;
Love ever lasting, who said this and when?
For the love that you had, was turned off one day;
Pretending for years, and then pulled away.
Blinded by love, for I wanted to believe;
That my bride was beside, how naive.
So with eyes closed, and heavy with heart;
Our roads cross no more, they stand apart.
You have moved on, with seemingly no remorse;
You did this to me, long before our divorce.
As time moves on, I hope and pray;
My love for you, will simply go away.
But as it stands now, the pain is too great;
Heart ripped apart, for I lost my soul mate.
So in this darken void, my prison to be;
I weep alone with thoughts, of you and me.
Laughter and love, now a thing of the past;
Love ever lasting now shattered, like a glass...
Eden Panotes Orbista
(9/7/2013 11:08:00 PM)
By the way, you can find my entry poem at this link; http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/restless-yearning/
once again thank you.
Eden Panotes Orbista
(9/7/2013 11:05:00 PM)
Kindly read and rate my contest entry poem, RESTLESS YEARNING, i do appreciate your friendly comment and vote. I am new here, joined pomehunter first week of September 2013. And i hope to find more friends too. Thank you so much.
(9/7/2013 8:42:00 AM)
Hi, my Poem " I wanna Free"
Mary Lare Bagioso
(9/6/2013 10:36:00 PM)
#good luck to us members! ! :)
(9/6/2013 9:58:00 PM)
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Can someone tell me how to post my own poems on the website?
(9/6/2013 3:45:00 PM)
If I Had Ten More Minutes
If I had ten more minutes
and my voice was not faint
nor my face so devoid
or my mind so blank,
I would profess—
But I'm afraid of words
which might betray lips,
For what is kept
is of my eyes—
that impulsive organ
I've attempted to stray;
Construing a montage
fears, and doubts,
Come to life
in bursting light
whilst straining in the dark.
And if such creations
could be heard—
through the mist of passion
And masks of pride,
I would profess
All in my heart;
Every quaint murmur
Forsaken night and night.
*Please rate and review! !
(9/6/2013 1:31:00 AM)
Please read my poem " The Traveler" :)
(9/5/2013 6:51:00 PM)
I recently entered my poem 'ANATHEMATIZE THE SANGUINARY CONVENTICLE' into the poetry contest. I would appreciate your views. Thank you