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  • Rookie - 84 Points Michael Webb (12/18/2014 1:59:00 AM) Post reply
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    My name is Michael, I'm new to this website, but I've been writing for a long time, my poems are generally focused more toward melancholy, sadness and all together darkness. Because I feel that I am correctly reflecting my surroundings. Here is one of my poems, it's called 12 ticks on a clock, tell me what you think please.

    Tossing and turning
    Thoughts softly are burning
    Holes in my head
    Oddly concerning
    Face the fact
    That we are sitting here learning
    What it feels to be dead
    How love can destroy hearts
    How hate is lurking
    And when the lights go off
    We're alone in our heads
    All alone in the dark

    Paralyzed in peril
    With puffy eyes
    Sobbing and crying
    Sterilize our secrets
    Explain to me why
    All that glitters isn't gold
    And everything alive surely will die
    Why did we start
    Why did we try
    Why sacrifice our hearts
    If they can kill us inside

    Broken records and broken souls
    Relationships eloping
    With cemetery holes
    With gallows choking
    The life from us both
    I hope you can
    Understand what I wrote
    Wishes down the well
    I believe they will soak
    Or drown in reality's revoke

    Terrorizing tempers
    Fuming with rage
    Although reasons may be separate
    They still cause the same thing
    Love is a battlefield
    Our minds are at war
    Our lips are sealed
    Our hearts are torn
    Be prepared for acres of gore

    We started too young
    We said we were prepared but we lied
    Somewhere amongst all the fun
    Our laughter began to die
    The breath in our lungs
    Began to subside
    Now I can't breathe
    I can only try

    You aren't supposed to need someone
    Because what if they leave
    You gave me your hand
    And I bit the hand that feeds
    Feed me love
    Feed me disease
    Feed me stitches so I won't have to bleed

    Wasted time I guess
    Racing against it to decrypt feelings
    That are already at rest
    And although I am reeling
    Fate is something that I do not test
    So it's probably for the best

    Life goes on
    But mine won't
    Because you are my life
    So now that your gone
    I will soon go

    Time is ticking
    Away down to nothing
    My eyes have stopped dripping
    My mind has stopped running

    I can no longer see your face
    In my mind
    It's all been erased

    It's all to end in due time
    And the reason why

    I made my bed and in my bed I will lie

  • Rookie - 15 Points Jessica-paige Davies (12/17/2014 6:45:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi all!
    Nice to meet you, I hope you are all doing okay. I just thought I'd drop a message to say hi as I'm new to this website and only recently starting writing poetry. I hope to get some decent feedback and make new friends :)

  • Rookie - 0 Points Safin Junayed Rouf (12/14/2014 5:38:00 AM) Post reply

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    Hello people. It's been a while since I last wrote here. I was wondering whether I should continue writing and then posting here, but first I thought I'd ask everyone for their opinions on my writing. Now, I know it may not be all that great, I sure as hell am no Frost or Keats, but still, I'd like to know. SO, I request you all to just give them a proper read and tell me what you think. Thank you.

  • Rookie - 121 Points Rocky Lizardi.brown (11/23/2014 9:53:00 AM) Post reply

    By A Mr.Raven

    Thrilled by the
    day, perching, squatting
    his eyes to check, if that
    man that slept outside
    and rested on a stake
    was not there- he
    ironically flew away.

  • Rookie - 121 Points Rocky Lizardi.brown (11/23/2014 9:52:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello my fellow Poets and Poetry enthusiasts. Im new the PH and am appreciating the completeness of the website.

  • Gold Star - 33,367 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/19/2014 2:34:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi,
    Good morning and welcome to PH,
    Can anybody tell me the way of popularity through rating..I am little bit confused, thank you AFTAB ALAM

  • Rookie - 38 Points Paul Morabito (11/18/2014 11:38:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello everyone. This is such a great opportunity we have here. Meeting like-minded, creative, brilliant, and fascinating people with such great passion for words. I'm a new American poet that produced two poetry books to date entitled " Poetic Delusions." I started out by writing across many different genre's until I found my true love for poetry. Masterful poems can touch deep down inside all of us and strike a chord in our hearts and minds that bring us to another point in time to a special moment of divine love or traumatic sorrow. Each and everyone of us can get something different out of the same exact written words. That's what makes poetry so powerful. I would love to converse with different poets and learn various styles and concepts from all of you. I feel the only time one stops learning is when we are dead. My poems have been inspired mostly from Poe and Shakespeare. I am guilty as charged of not being very well read. I would prefer to be very well written instead. I would love for anyone to review my collection so I can get a greater idea of where my work stands. I would love to keep pursuing poetry if I can get feedback that I have touched the hearts of readers or taken them away from the reality of day to day life. Please enjoy the poem sample below and feel free to visit my website or place reviews on here or wherever you wish for Book 1 or Book 2 of the Poetic Delusions collection. Thank you so much for taking the time to learn a little about me.

    Paul-Morabito.com

    Love Flame (Poetic Delusions Book 2)

    Red like fire.
    It burns me inside.
    Every time I draw near.
    Her locks flow eternal.
    Pouring with uncontainable love.
    Effortless.
    Touching my soul.
    Exuding desire.
    One with the wind.
    Hiding mysterious playful eyes.
    That can’t be denied.
    I dare not touch.
    Perfection.
    But endlessly admire.
    The red fire.

    That burns me to no end.
    Every time I sense fear.
    Her lock’s brush comforts dear.
    Soaring with uncontainable emotion.
    Carefree.
    Warming my chills.
    Spilling tenderness.
    One with my thoughts.
    Blanketing all worthlessness from existence.
    I dare not question.
    Willingly.
    And always endlessly admire.
    The scorching love.
    Of my red fire.

    -Paul Morabito

  • Rookie - 192 Points Mandla Prince Kedamile-koti (11/15/2014 3:16:00 AM) Post reply

    hello everyone

    i'm a new poet on poemhunter i write mostly about spiritual/religious stuff and a little bit of love poems. please feel free to visit my page, read and leave your views.
    thank you very much

  • Rookie - 91 Points Cole Severns (11/14/2014 7:04:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi, I'm Cole.

    I would describe my poems as raw, gritty, and detailed; many with themes that deal with pain, human stuggle, finding truth, and self-expression. Check them out if interested. Any comments, notes, and criticism are encouraged. My biggest influences are Allen Ginsburg, Emily Dickinson, Charles Bukowski, and Jack Kerouac.

    Thanks

  • Rookie - 474 Points Mike Barrett (11/9/2014 10:06:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi all,

    I've been away for a while - taking a break. Yesterday, with winter coming, I decided to put pen to paper and, in the Haiku format, have written several poems. I'll leave one here but will post others today and over the coming weeks to my page.

    Haiku 6 – Unexpected

    Late teens - hormones rage

    Protection is neglected

    Oops - pregnancy


    © M. Barrett – all rights reserved

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