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  • Jerry Mugweni (11/26/2013 3:08:00 AM) Post reply

    Listern To me all ye e Kings.LISTERN VERY carefully you Queens. I'M TALKING TO YOU Queen Elizabeth. I KNOW YOU ARE NOT A levite but Britton.Am Neither Too, but Zimboe. All i want are the directions to the that Palace. To the Palace of The " King Of Salem." The king of Peace not Pieces. THE ONE Without Geneology nor Chronology. THE ONE WITHOUT MOM &DAD. He without BEGGINING OF DAYS OR End of Life. He is like The Son of Man.

    Listern to me all Ye e, Leaders and Heads Of Nation States. AM just a Poet, authour of Many Sonnets. LISTERN very carefuly SYRIA. AM TALKING TO you Egypt Sela a. I MEAN stop behaving like Northern Nigerians. Am Sympathysing Wth The Philipines dead and alive. THATS WHY am Talking what I want. Take me toa The " King Of Salem" . I knw You have Private Jets. Dont Worry about Escort. I DONT need Escot But Direction. I WANT TO TALK TO the " King Of Salem" . The " KING OF PEACE." I just want to Clean His Tent. AND throw the dust on Earth. Maybe There might be a tenth of Peace.

  • Pedro Bardsley (11/25/2013 11:10:00 PM) Post reply

    I have written 60 biblical poems & songs, some quite long, For me having truth in rhyme adds to its power, humor can a little more, so I wonder what the contest involves

  • Kelly Maad (11/24/2013 9:02:00 AM) Post reply

    CHOSEN ONE!

    Many goes silence before her brownish eye
    From there, many a heart melted
    Of wise one, innocent one
    Ah! And many a masculine

    In shape, her calm body evokes pleasure
    Many a man try to swim like fish in the water
    She foreboding, Rejected many
    And to her pure delight, chosen one with colors of rainbow.

  • Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 7:08:00 AM) Post reply

    Peahen

    Roars the cloudy sky to rain
    Eagles in nest, lions in den.
    All take shelter in fear
    Of being wet in muddy water.
    Non but the peahen
    So bravely comes in plain
    Spreading tail over the brain.

    Oh! Hear her shrill delight
    Among horrible thunder, light.
    Always ready to fight
    Against every evil sight
    Of the dreadful stormy day.
    About her non-stop bold play,
    No word I find to say.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 12:39:00 AM) Post reply

    Song of Seasons

    When my face turns pale
    Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
    She extends a heavenly hand
    To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
    Making me smile with stunning scene
    How calm! How serene!
    My body becomes pristine.

    When I fear in scary night
    Within four walls without light,
    East windows she opens
    Evil ebbs as day dawns.
    In appearance of ‘Summer Sun’
    What power! What living burn!
    Makes me bold warrior of morn.

    When my heart gets hurt
    Tears brim in eyes with regret.
    She stops flying cloud
    Sparks lightning, then thunder sound.
    But never halts ‘Rainy River’
    So patient! How flows further!
    Says me to stay unruffled forever.

    When my conscience clashes with mind
    How cool! She invites ‘Winter Wind’
    To freeze all my rage and lust.
    To free squalor from my chest.
    Also she calls ‘Spring Sparrow’
    So sweet! Its chirps alleviate my sorrow.
    So this song emerges from my Marrow.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Suman Kumar Das (11/24/2013 12:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Assurance of Heaven

    One day!
    Kismet will kiss you,
    Hope will hug you.
    Hunger, thirst, pain
    All ordeal will be overcome.
    Also time will take
    Pride in your prize.
    While sleeping, as blanket
    Bliss will warm you.
    Love will come
    To make you hear lullaby.

    Oh! Children of heaven,
    Do not despair;
    Rather keep on dreaming
    Without losing trust in self.
    So hang on trying,
    With heart and soul.

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Humera Sultana (11/23/2013 11:43:00 PM) Post reply

    Epiphany

    As the tear of Time
    Trickled down the
    Face of Life
    I saw a Moment
    Roll down its cheek.

    A moment made of
    Millions of minute
    Myriad spells.
    A moment tinted with
    Colourful colors.

    A moment that lay
    Bare and throbbed
    Wild and chained
    Panted and gasped
    Sobbed and gurgled.

    A moment that was
    Dark and luminous
    Parched and quenched
    Tender and strong
    Pain and joy.

    A moment
    Circled with a halo
    Gathered me in its radiance
    To feel eternity.
    A moment
    That infused awe
    And a pleasurable dread
    A moment of ecstasy in pain
    A moment of utter worship
    A moment that never slept
    A moment that lay awake.
    A moment called Love
    Humera Sultana

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (11/22/2013 10:57:00 AM) Post reply

    I send my congratulations to the winners of PoemHunter's September poetry contest! ! ! Fantastic poems.I've been away for a while so I missed this contest.. I hope to enter the next one...

  • Anthony Sumpter (11/22/2013 10:41:00 AM) Post reply

    Inspiration comes from my daughter's

    It's not about me it's about there father

    I'm starting to see my reflection through my daughter's face

    Now my past is creeping on me so it's time to race

    But I'm not a coward anymore that was my dad's mistake

    While he was misusing his father's traits

    I was looking for love in the wrong place

    I broke so many heart's and I still feel abused

    Like she was using me and I was using her

    Both mother and father stuck in a web

    Mother dead while father eating breakfast in bed

    The time I had with her was so minimal

    The time I had with him was so detrimental

    I don't know who to blame

    Cause I walked in there shoes and felt there pain

    So I'm digging deeper to see who lit the flame

    I'm calling on the Gods to bring on the rain

    Everyone looking at me like I'm insane

    But I'm looking at them like your living in vain

    So I walk with my chest out and a smile on my face

    As I search for that path of divine grace

  • Mary Amrutha (11/20/2013 6:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Can You Help Me?

    I couldn't keep going on like this
    any more, not any more.
    I am out of my mind,
    I really am,
    what to do?
    I am totally out of my mind
    I really am
    Can you help me
    to run away from this situation
    this bloody damn one...

    Mary Amrutha

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    • Lee Schneider (11/24/2013 4:09:00 AM) Post reply

      A dreadful sinner forever I stayed With curse of Lord and people and myself And not a bit is easier me to be In spite of all this never was my guilt. My life is agony, but I am choosing it, Onl ... more

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