Poet's Introductions

Hello everyone, My name is Jeremiah Walton. I've been writing poetry for as long as I can remember. I've performed my poetry once and just started practicing slam poetry. Here is an example of some of my poetry, It's titled 'Don't Disturb the Dead Bird'

Don't disturb the dead bird
It's dry cry goes unheard
Poked at by sticks broken off a nearby rotted tree
Near its body underneath the marquee
With young knuckles wrapped around its imagined hilt
Its body tossed like a rag doll embossed
With cheap black tattered imitation leather
The slick tick of time on rain pattered feathers
A charred cheap treasure
With cracked wings amongst other small things
Pulled joints, and ligaments, tied with bodily strings
It will never be buried, only spat at
Small children squek 'look at that! '
And run off giggling with their swords
Pretending to be ladies and lords

At my website http: //nostroviatowriting.com, you can enter the Poem of the Week contest, submit your writing (poetry, short stories, prose) and art to the forums, and read and listen to the writings of Jeremiah Walton.

Hello to all, My name is Sascha Mueller-Brown, but alex is my pen name. I've been writing poetry for a few years now but i never han anyone read it. I just posted The World Is A Stage and i hope some of you will read it and tell me if its any good, i need all the help i can get. If you cant find it on the site, here it is

The World Is A Stage

The world is a stage, and the innocent are the players
It's run by the greedy and the corrupt
The music is made of sirens, and the screams of injustice
The lights are made from fires burning all the good
The players are like puppets, or maybe even slaves
The crowd is made of all the people who bring evil to the world
They curse and laugh and throw things at the players
The shards of glass and pain and hurt come falling down in layers
The find their mark and cut and kill some of the unlucky players
They never once open their eyes and some even wear masks
No one knows why they do, but no one ever asks
They wear the mask so they don’t see who brings them hurt
And as long as they're on they really seem to work
The one man rises from the crowd, because he knew their hurt
For he was once upon the stage and treated just like dirt
As he defends those on the stage
The crowd grows with a terrible rage
They break the man who did what’s right and throw him on the stage
The crowd cheers for them to fight, like animals in a cage
The only beast are in the crowd, laughing at their brother
Cause when he is on the stage, he is part of all the others
But the players on the stage look out for one another
The show will finally come to end, and the crowd will soon disperse
And leave the players the most broken and alone, in the universe
A person can usually tell a player from the crowd
Only when they're one themselves do they speak a loud
Even though they have been beat they're better people than most
They never hurt, or scream or cry, They'll never even boast
Even if you’re not a player don't be one of the crowd
And if you are a lonesome player, then you should be proud
Because the only people you can trust are players
And you can never trust the crowd

To all my fellow players on the stage I thank you for being true
and know that all the players will always be there for you

Greetings, fellow poets!

My name is Chantelle Ribeiro. I reside in South Africa and am half Portuguese.

My father was my hero. I inherited all his talents. He was a very accomplished musician and passed away in 1998. That is when my whole world changed and I woke up realizing it was time to go in search of my destiny...

Since I can remember I have written down my thoughts, even as a child... I guess it kept me sane... I have written many poems over the years, but never thought at the time of sharing them with anyone... My life was not easy growing up, but writing seemed to balance it out for me. I also am an artist / painter and my other talents are playing the guitar, singing and dancing. I love how I can write a poem in 5 minutes at times and later when I read it think - wow, where did that come from? I do not use complicated words and I believe in writing about human emotions, things that are real and helping others through my experiences or the experiences of others around me... I hope your will find my poetry both inspiring and sort of feel like I am someone, a complete stranger that simply 'gets' you in times when you might need some good advice. I have a gift and I wish to share it with the world... I have this talent I believe that will hopefully make people who have come to the end of their rope believe that they are not alone... I have a gift to change your life if you'd let me... I sincerely hope you will enjoy my writing and keep in contact with me throughout my journey... For I might be considered 'old' by some of you, being 41 and all, but believe me when I say I am only now finding myself, realizing I do matter and that what I say in my poems is MY truth... Enjoy

Kind Regards
Chantelle Ribeiro

hi every one my name is noel potter, , i go by junior, i began writing poetry in 1995 while serving time in the Indiana department of corrections, i was given five years on lock up, , 'solitary confinement' i laid around for several weeks trying to figure out how to make the days easier and go faster and i decided that a journal of my time would be the best way other than reading and one day i read a book of poems and it inspired me to try to write myself and since then i have written over five thousand poems about my life inside prison fr a decade, and the changes i made also inspired more poetry which sooner or later alot of my writings will be posted here for you to read and i pray that from my writings you will gain from them, , thank you, ,

Hey guys, I am 23 and haven't been here in a looong time but I am back now. I posted a few poems yesterday and would love to hear your opinions. http: //www.poemhunter.com/isunge-mwangase/ Here is one of them. 'My Heart Crashed With The
Loudest Din'

My heart crashed with the
loudest din,
Loving you is the greatest sin,
Because the wages of it is my
death,
You made my soul leave the
earth,
Only now I see the stage clear,
Your heart has always been its
bier,
I crack with such a pain,
Like a land that has never
had rain,
But I will go without a fight
For your happiness is my
might.

Hi! My name is Adriana. I just joined yesterday. I like to read mostly mystery and horror books, though my friends say that reading is boring.
The reason i joined poemhunter is because i want to learn how to write better poems.

Hi guys. new to the forum my names robbie allways been the poetic philosophical type so cant wait to read and share some beautiful poetry.

see you around the forums!

Hi everyone. I just started writing poems, I was hoping if someone could give me some tips on how to make my poems lively. I'm just 15 yrs old, anyway.

Hello everyone. Im 19. I've written very, very short poems. I would like to be contacted by someone who could collaborate with me to write a few poems that tie into each other.

Although I write poem established poetss occasionaly, my main interest is photography. However, I often put as text on my photos poems I've written, which I call 'poempics.' I would like to put a few poems on this site as it is a wonderful forum for both established poets and unpublished writers such as myself.