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  • Gold Star - 12,355 Points Mohammad Skati (8/29/2014 3:53:00 AM) Post reply
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    Please read my newest poems.Thanks.

  • Freshman - 2,113 Points Asit Kumar Sanyal (8/28/2014 9:34:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am Indian and live in New Delhi. Recently I have joined this site. I am a new poet. Please read my poems and comment.

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  • Gold Star - 12,355 Points Mohammad Skati (8/28/2014 8:50:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi, dear members. Please read all my poems and comment on. Thanks.

  • Rookie - 11 Points Sandra Boucault-ryan (8/28/2014 3:13:00 AM) Post reply

    From The butterfly of Love....to.... the Forgotten soul

    I was....not now..... my wings have begun to unfurl......
    i was.... not now.... the little girl.....
    i was..... not now....as my wings unfurl.....
    i grew to be a woman....
    i was not now....... with pain and sorrow.....
    i was and now.......
    look foreword to every tomorrow......
    †††† ††††
    Love and Peace
    Sandy Boucault
    i wrote this after reading a poem on here this morning, its from my heart, to the lady who wrote... Forgotten soul, i once was that forgotten soul, and this is my reply. Happy St Augustines day one and all xx

  • Gold Star - 12,355 Points Mohammad Skati (8/27/2014 9:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Please read my newest poem called " THE WASTELAND " and some other poems. Thanks.

  • Gold Star - 12,355 Points Mohammad Skati (8/27/2014 9:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Please read my newest poem called " THE WASTELAND " and some other poems. Thanks.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Marcus Scott (8/25/2014 3:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello, everyone,
    My name is Marcus Scott. I am a freelance Chinese/Japanese/Spanish]English translator and an amateur poet, composer and video game fanatic. I have always been interested in the written word and in what it reveals about souls, both our own and those we encounter throughout our life's journey. I feel privileged to be able to share my work and my thoughts with you, and look forward to seeing your works. Most of my work centers around love and self-awareness, though sometimes the themes get quite dark, touching upon such subjects as death, vengeance and madness. However, I do intend to branch out an experiment with my poetry, and am excited about doing so even as I sit here and tell you about it. Thank you so much for reading this message, and I cannot wait to see what this community has to offer!

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Mohammad Skati (8/27/2014 9:11:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi, Marcus Scott. You're welcome in this website. Just go ahead and show all you have. Thanks.

  • Gold Star - 12,355 Points Mohammad Skati (8/25/2014 10:28:00 AM) Post reply

    Please read my new poems and comment on them. Thanks.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ron Marcus (8/24/2014 11:30:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    What follows is a poem deadicated, to a dear, lost friend from Emerson college, who in great literary signifigance introduced me to the great
    persona work of John Berryman, & the literary fireworks of his spectacular 'Dreamsongs.

    For Susan Whittaker

    Death comes again with a flood of wings
    lost comerade oh so mind!
    down the 'rabbit hole'
    with no valid reason
    , other than the bewildered spiral
    of the unexplainable journey, itself

    Leapyearing the memories come out blind & screeching
    like so many startled bats
    out of the violated sanctuary
    of their emptiness-filled caves

    like something inexplicable
    out of a rocket scientist's handbook
    no doubt propelled, by the probing vastness of the sheer hysteria
    of some distant, dwindling
    long ago, barely whispered tale of insecure redemption

    the Regrets
    on the other hand
    come on like worn out phoenixes
    who are far too ashamed
    , to rise up
    out of the sobering wreck
    of their spent ashes
    which smolder amid the pantomined silences

    When in point-of-fact
    its like pretending to use Fire
    as a cry for help
    when its only a mere excuse
    , to burn the bankrupt landscape
    Down


    By Ron Marcus

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Joanna Kotsoni (8/29/2014 6:48:00 PM) Post reply

      Such a beautiful poem! I loved that part so much: " the Regrets on the other hand come on like worn out phoenixes who are far too ashamed , to rise up out of the sobering wreck of ... more

  • Rookie - 5 Points Kusum Gokarn (8/23/2014 1:30:00 PM) Post reply

    I enjoy reading poems old and new on poemhunter.com pg.
    I would also like to contribute some of the poems written by me in English.
    Best wishes
    Kusum Gokarn

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