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  • Rookie - 115 Points Zed Undead (9/10/2014 9:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Home and love is my new poem please look

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    • Rookie - 115 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (9/21/2014 11:05:00 AM) Post reply

      May be you should try to write it in prose format or a short story form. I dont' know just my opinion; what do you think?

  • Gold Star - 25,578 Points Akhtar Jawad (9/10/2014 7:50:00 AM) Post reply

    Come September and Sweet Heart

    Why don’t you remember?
    Remember again,
    Music of September,
    I still retain.
    We met in the greenery,
    A wet, lovely scenery,
    A teen age romance,
    The music and dance.


    Why don’t you remember?
    Remember again,
    Magic of September,
    Your shyness, my refrain.
    Love at first sight,
    In a moonlit night,
    Fragrance of white flowers,
    And the mild rain showers.

    Why don’t you remember?
    Remember again,
    Picnic of September,
    A love to remain.
    The maiden kiss,
    The beautiful bliss.
    A lasting joy,
    Not a moment’s toy.

    Why don’t you remember?
    Remember again,
    The tune, Come September,
    We can still entertain.
    In the heat strokes,
    It still provokes,
    The desires of romance,
    We can sing and dance.

    Akhtar Jawad

    Can anybody sing this poem by me?The poem is also available at poemhunter.com

  • Freshman - 660 Points Hannah Bp (9/9/2014 8:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I really love this quote I found on Google. I don't know who it was by. She's beautiful but she'll never admit it. Music is her life, literally. Ask for a good song and she'll give you five. Sweats and wearing her hair down are her trademarks. She is afraid of the dark and obsessed with her friends. When she smiles her whole face lights up. And her heart is broken by a guy who doesn't love her. And you know what?She actually cares." It's more of a teenagerish quote, but I can relate to it.

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  • Rookie - 115 Points Zed Undead (9/9/2014 7:49:00 PM) Post reply

    Please look at my new haiku and tell me what you think though the story that happened behind it is sad

  • Gold Star - 15,246 Points John Westlake (9/9/2014 11:22:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    The path of true love never did run smooth

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    • Gold Star - 15,246 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (10/28/2014 5:51:00 AM) Post reply

      I discourage that line because people take advantage of situation hoping they will use such irresponsible quotes.

    • Gold Star - 15,246 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (10/28/2014 5:51:00 AM) Post reply

      I discourage that line because people take advantage of situation hoping they will use such irresponsible quotes.

  • Gold Star - 7,549 Points Amitava Sur (9/5/2014 10:16:00 AM) Post reply

    An angel in the night.
    ========================

    In the misty moon -lit night an angel did alight
    Peeped me through the window-
    With my beloved holding tight.
    She was smiling at me with a gleam in her face
    Having a glowing ring all around her head.

    I jumped up with a maddening joy -
    And told her to come near me.
    But with a majestic smile in her face
    She was nodding her head, didn't move.
    I asked her - 'then why my dear..... again to make me cry '!

    She told me 'Oh' dear I also do cry and ought to be with thine
    But the body what I left, can never get back again.
    The angel brought me tonight to see you and say hello-
    I was always yours and still I am thine'.

    With a pool of tears in my eyes I waved my hands out,
    The angel with a lovely smile started to fly -
    Clasping you under her wings, saying good bye.

    I sprang up in my bed, rubbing my tearing eyes
    Still in a hallucination thinking where was I?
    In the morning's soothing light - I looked up in the sky
    I shouted with a cry 'Hey-I will come very soon -you wait for mine'

    A white cloud was passing by -
    Slowly away from my sight………
    ====================
    Amitava (20.01.2014) on my birth day today.



    ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY AMITAVA SUR

  • Gold Star - 24,818 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/4/2014 10:20:00 AM) Post reply

    Love stories are not always success stories. Love the greatest emotion and beautiful remembrance of life is a best thing sometimes to enjoy while we are lonely.

  • Rookie - 16 Points Ck Jackson (8/23/2014 1:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A random and simple thought came to me while I was perusing friends latest pictures and posts on facebook. That thought became a catalyst for my current growing curiosity. So, I'm now compelled to pose it to the public:

    I happened to scroll past a picture posted by a FB friend of her and her family on vacation. She's a former childhood neighbor of mine some 20+ years ago, and also happens to be the first girl I ever 'locked lips' with during a passionate game of hide-and-seek around the ripe old age of about 13. :)

    Anyhow, I began to wonder about how rare that seemingly insignificant and trivial occurrence might be. How many people happen to be linked to the first person they made out with via twitter, fb or other social media?What do you suppose the percentage is?

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  • Gold Star - 16,087 Points Mohammad Skati (8/23/2014 9:54:00 AM) Post reply

    Love is the corner stone in any true relationship because it unites between two great lovers in truth... Without love, then it's wasting time.............. Our poems depend on our loving of people and things around us.

  • Rookie - 37 Points Allian Bern (8/8/2014 12:34:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    MIRROR WALL

    Out of control
    We broke the chains that tied us whole
    A fire inside us, it melts our words
    Every secret has its own truth
    The more we keep it, the more it shows
    I'm not saying the words that are right
    And you keep doing actions that you hate
    The brain collides the beats of the heart
    Though it will not pause, more it will not stop
    Same question plays when we lie in our bed
    Rather to eject it, we load more instead
    We can't kill the living pictures in our head
    Wake or sleep it stays as we live
    But one thing pushes us to the wrong way
    It keeps dividing us as we step
    We want to look back but we're stiff necked
    I have a thousand words to say
    It's hard to let go all promises
    Have to pretend you are gone and dead
    Know you'll do the same thing as i did

    http://poemhunter.com/allian-bern-ballares-fuentes/

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