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  • Sunday Champion (9/22/2013 6:57:00 AM) Post reply Stage read this poem and get the definition of what life really is. I don't care if you vote or not but just read it. It will beat you theorical definition about life and enlighten your part.

  • Sunday Champion (9/22/2013 6:39:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    View my contest poem titled, what is life?It will beat your imagination and definition of life. I Don't care if you vote or not, rate it high or low, comment or not but what I care about is for my poem to transform your mentality and re-define life to you. My poem becomes nothing if it can't transform a a soul.. Search for it if you care. You've no excuse for being a Failure.

  • Sisirachandra Vaduge (9/22/2013 3:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Eurasian Hoopoe, commanding...

    My restless sleep interrupted by an anti-electronic alarm on and on
    At four hours and thirty two minutes in an antemeridian dawn
    Room temperature indicating centigrades twenty two. zero one
    Deep darkness unveiling clothes for bathing under the foothills of Namunukula Mountain

    Wake up dear, another day of destruction born
    We remind you haven’t settled yet nature’s premium
    See this mother earth yet to be burning
    Nor we tolerate, ready for duty we’re commanding

    Go, Go, Go, and pacify the minds of warrior human
    Soothing however, teach them eco-systems and plant protection
    Nature is the most powerful blessing teach your children
    We are hunting for preventing such destruction

    Glowworms signaling yet no construction danger zone demarcation
    Bees and wasps on alert ready to attack destructive giants anyone
    Fishes and butter fly dragons spying on forest burning
    You’re sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and sleeping

    Everywhere competition, ongoing profit bargain gaming production
    Fencing perched lands pointing supply water line
    World wide web space complication, busy communication
    Consuming jungle fruits and grain energy we voice spreading instant authenticating

    I hear that voice command from Karanda treetops nearby stream next to my room
    How can I identify she, thanking still darkness out zooming
    Fear and run away if my flash lights shoot on
    Silently murmuring I thanked her fine you’re encouraging

    Yes I am ready with my wisdom weapon sharpening act against corruption
    Worshiping all powers of spiritual pleading empower me too join them
    Wonderful is her shrieking demanding bird’s aspiration
    Voicing again and again do it sir, do it, do it, do it this is our nation

    Plot: Dusky morning an [Eurasian hoopoe] invisible power commanding.
    Source: Outside the poet’s country side sleeping shack at Pelgahathenna the foothills of Namunukula Mountain Uva Province Passara Srilanka.

    Ps.Karanda is an ingenious medicinal tree in south asian countries that grow well in tropical rain forests.In Buddha legend Karanda sticks used to substitute tooth picks after maha sanga almsgiving.

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  • Sierra Staten (9/21/2013 4:11:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I would like to invite you to read some of my poems, as I am a younger poet that could really use the opinions and criticism. I struggle to find people willing to read my work as they are not particularly happy poems. Thank you all in advance for your time! :)

  • Elysabeth Faslund (9/21/2013 4:04:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Yes, my poem is in this contest also.
    Vote from the heart and mind, if you find " Earth-Woman" .

  • Dipy Hermonite (9/21/2013 2:12:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Could I request all you dear poets to cast your vote for my poem?

    Your World My Lord

    The train moved swiftly through the night,
    O'er rivers, fields and glens.
    The girl was rocking in her sleep,
    Smiling every now and then.
    Though the rags that she wore on her body,
    Had seen many a better day.
    She had been told by her daddy,
    It had been destined for them that way.

    'My Child', he would say,
    'Though I love you more than anything in my life,
    What can I do - my darling - my sweetheart,
    When even God doesn't see how we strive.
    I have to work hard each day,
    In order that we may,
    Get a little bit to eat, before we go off to sleep,
    And we pull through another day'.

    This World's been moving through time,
    Through nuclear explosions and hell.
    We've come a long way, since the gold rush days,
    Yet for gains our daughters we'll sell.
    The sons being raised by their daddies,
    Would have seen many a better day.
    Had they not been groomed to be baddies,
    To steal, to rape and to slay.

    O my Lord, don't you see,
    How this World that you've made needs advice?
    Show us the path, the way it should be,
    Sans avarice and malice and vice.
    We've slaughtered, abused and we've slayed,
    Our morals have blown in the glade.
    Please give us the sense, to get out of this dense
    Dark clouds of Hades we've made.

  • Herbert Guitang (9/21/2013 12:56:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    HELLO. is a wonderful " heaven" for us, Poets.
    Kindly support my poem " Your Love is Like the Planets in the Universe
    Vote and Rate my poem with you review comments.
    Thank you very much

  • Amatulla Mohammadi (9/21/2013 12:43:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Jasmine - scented smiles
    that will drift away
    with the summer breeze,
    and how would anyone even know
    how much they matter to me.

    Sweet smiles of childhood
    that are lost in growing up;
    smiles that we share
    behind the safety of the veil;
    and smiles that brighten up
    our sad lonely days
    with the fragrance of jasmine petals.

    please vote for my poem on the following link:

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  • Jasmine Kaur (9/21/2013 4:28:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Folding leaves hold memories of a thousand ages
    Their fragile golden skin filled with black curves
    Lives lived and never lived etched indelibly
    Fantasy and horror spilling lost tales
    With love pouring in droplets of rain
    And stars singing you to sleep

    If you liked this please vote:

  • Elena Sandu (9/20/2013 10:10:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Dear PoemHunter contest organizers, congratulation for this activity, poets of all over the world reading and sharing, what a great joy! Please could you put up the rules for the contest again?Could we vote excellent for more than one poem?How many poems are in the contest?Is there a way to have displayed the list of the poems?

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    • Khairul Ahsan (9/24/2013 7:53:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Yes, they deserve all our thanks for organizing the contest. I would expect a little more transparency and a little more elaboration on the contest rules. My contest status has not changed in two days ... more

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