(12/4/2013 3:44:00 PM)
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The Nation's Ink
I remember in the church preachers was teaching about the truth
I remember when people praised God and they meant it.
I remember when we sang helms we felt the melody.
Some preachers are quick to sell a fantasy but not reality.
Some preachers are quick to get a buck than desire to serve.
People are closing their ears and screaming.
Hearts stop beating because we stop believing.
I remember when fathers treat responsibility to his family like a Grammy.
I remember fathers leadership gave his family hope through tragedies.
I remember fathers were the rock and God was always the center piece.
Women are both parenting positions.
Some young men don't have male role models.
Thugs are being the vision.
Policies are being the teachers;
While jails are being the education.
I remember women treat their bodies like a temple.
I remember women clothes had respect.
I remember women carried theirselves as a queen.
I remember women love was a treasure.
I remember women beauty had purpose.
Short skits are being the symbols.
Being independent is the new motto.
Focusing on outer beauty than inner beauty is the reason Because emptiness is in this season.
I remember the elderly spoke wisdom and told story's to the kids.
After kids heard them change start to begin.
I remember the community was united.
I remember when situations happen we fought for our rights.
We are selfish.
We are slaves to the green.
Some people are quick to give their souls for a little fame.
We wonder why the youth is not tame.
I remember Hip Hop had meaning.
I remember after the beat people desire to engage the nation.
Hip Hop have no light.
Now It's only bass and The four amigos: money, cars, clothes and sex.
I remember America was base on life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
The nation is blind and trying to see the future.
I remember Dr. King wrote these lyrics and called it a dream.
The generation is in a nightmare and we call it peace.
I remember when we was so filled with hope.
We are filled with unknown destinations.
I remember when love was the nation's ink.
I remember " In God we trust " was the nation's heartbeat.
I remember a dream was the nation's vision.
Stereotyping is the bullet that kills the youth identity.
Money is the new Bill of Rights.
While the Pursuit of Happiness has relinquish the equality to the Nation's conscience. By: Milton Styner Jr.
(12/4/2013 4:33:00 AM)
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Is the Poetry contest over?Have I missed it?How do I join one in Poem Hunter?
(12/3/2013 3:36:00 PM)
What is a trick?
Is it an activity?,
Or is an imaginable machine,
Suppose we draw a line or circle,
What it is a trick?
Searching pocket is a trick,
Telling joke is a trick,
Writing poem is a trick,
Or observing candle is a trick
So what is a trick?
I find most of the trick in mathematics,
What if an apple would not be fallen?
Ask from Newton,
Was that a trick?
Or I was a trick,
1+1 equals eleven is also a trick or two is also a trick,
So I fallen in the world of trick,
I find zero.
Here is zero gravity,
Was it a trick?
Jennifer Colyne Hall
(12/3/2013 9:49:00 AM)
Can anyone tell me please, when is the next poetry contest?and of what matter shall I submit?Thank You, Jennifer Hall
(11/30/2013 7:25:00 PM)
When is the next poetry contest?
(11/30/2013 7:24:00 PM)
When is the next poetry conteat?
(11/30/2013 2:52:00 AM)
What is Mom
i wet on the way.
I reached home well wet
brother suggest me to bring an umbrella
sister said you should stay on the shed
father scold I dint want to see you on the bed
mom came bringing the tawal
started make me clean
and hanged my cloth on the wall
Ghazala Shoeb Shoeb
(11/28/2013 11:34:00 PM)
HELLO! ! I logged in after a long time and saw poetry contest results. can any body tell me how to participate and what are the rules and how the winner is chosen. you can inbox me.. thanx :)
(11/27/2013 8:14:00 PM)
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Give my all to you
I stood in my tracks
Saw your mind captering blue eyes
You got my head spinnig
What an amazing feeling
I instantly knew then and there you are the one
You are my muse
Can't live without you
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(11/27/2013 11:16:00 AM)
The day I met him, I was smitten.
I honestly can say I haven’t felt like that towards anyone at first glance.
The day I met him, I had a mission.
To make him mine, if only I could somehow rewind.
The day I met him, I didn’t really know much about him. If I knew what I know now, what would be different?
The day I met him, I was oblivious.
Something wasn’t right past those light green eyes.
From the day I met him, I knew it was too good to be true.
My heart told me to go for it, but my head knew better and told me to save the pain.
I listened to my heart.
The day I met him, I didn’t realize all the distress he would eventually cause me.
From the day I met him, I thought he was a flawless gift from above.
But did I mistake the direction?
Finally, I found out what wasn’t right past those light green eyes.
The day I met him, I did not know someone like this was capable of doing this to me.
I gave him something no one in the world can ever have, and he took it and left.
From the day I met him, I always knew things weren’t right, but I let myself shatter.
Now the thought of me being unlovable will always haunt my mind.
All from, the day I met you.