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Gwenevere Cornwell Gwenevere Cornwell Female, 18, Canada (9/27/2012 3:12:00 PM)

I have a challenge for everybody who is on PoemHunter.com and reads this post: Please write a poem with these guidelines, and submit it online. Then message me, with a copy of the poem: -must be about a real life experience, or real emotions, might be past experience -must be about freedom, not oppression and pain -must be positive -must have the word 'free' OR 'love' OR 'hope' in it -must be at least two verses long
Thank you so much for your participation. I look forward to reading your attempts. G

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  • Rookie Namrata Nath (10/2/2012 6:35:00 AM) Post reply
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    hey gwen..this challenge seems simpler and i'm answering this first...
    With the red rising sun
    Thousands and thousands of hopes arise
    The red colour symbolises
    The importance of their fulfilment
    The heat shows
    The hardwork behind our hopes
    The light indicates
    The happiness we get after their fulfilment
    Sometimes the sun gets covered by black clouds
    Just like our hopes sometimes get shattered
    But slowly the sun peeks through the clouds
    Like our hopes again get strengthened
    After getting shattered...

  • Rookie Joanna E. King (9/29/2012 4:27:00 PM) Post reply

    Gwenevere, Here is my submission to your contest. I " hope" you " love" it : -) .


    Come, my love, down rose petal path,
    Where songbird doth surround.
    Fill my heart once more with that laugh,
    I long so for that sound.

    Come with me on seaside walk,
    Hear the slapping of the wave.
    Fill my ears again with your talk,
    So your words that I may save.

    Come stroll through a garden sweet,
    With fragrances so rare,
    Where honeysuckle and lilac greet,
    An apothecary of Nature's ware.

    Come and sit in a park on a bench,
    Watch the child his boat set sail,
    Pray I hope my hand you clench,
    The evening mist beginning to veil.

    My love, that path down which we meandered
    Is now all dark and thorning,
    When I stirred and through the curtains gandered,
    The Sun bid me 'Good Morning'.

    I knew, again, I was forced to wait,
    To return to where you I keep,
    For slumber's freedom to open the gate,
    And let me walk with you when I sleep.

  • Rookie Fredoneth Jonelas (9/28/2012 8:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Good day. This is my response to your post madame. Hope you like it.

    A Parable of You

    Lovely as wonder
    Clear like water
    Sun in the morning
    Stars during evening

    A rose with dew
    A flower in plateau
    Rarely in the lawn
    Beautifully spawn

    Oh! your love
    Let me be thy have
    For I will surely keep
    Where no one could step

    Thy wonders...
    Thy flowers...
    Thy promises...
    Thy LOVE...

    I murmured then undo
    For i will really do
    Because it's you
    A PARABLE of clue

  • Rookie John May (9/28/2012 12:08:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, Gwenevere Cornwell... I accept your challenge. I have a poem for you that meets your guidelines- it's called Memphis, and it's about a childhood memory I had when the sun came out and warmed the air and melted the snow all around my neighborhood. Hope you like it.


    I walked (eleven-ish or so)
    A kid amid blue snow and slush,
    When lo! that golden orb aglow
    Ascending made the blue-air blush!

    A sense of summer lingered there
    Where light and heat on snow prevailed,
    And in the drainage waters clear
    A thousand tiny glaciers sailed.

    I walked on water (melted snow) ,
    Saw sunlight shimm'ring at my feet-
    A million glinting diamonds glowed
    Like Pleiades upon the street.

    And high above, beyond my view,
    Benevolence was glowing bright-
    It bid the winter fair adieu
    And clad the world in summer light.

    O would that I could there return
    And wade those gutter-waters fair,
    Tread snow and slush where sunbeams burn
    And clear by Love the chilly air.

    Until then, ah, and truth be told,
    Let cold and winter here descend-
    For that young boy, who now is old,
    Has in that golden orb a friend.

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