(12/24/2014 1:36:00 AM)
Hello everybody my name is Hugh Everard
I am returning after illness slowed me down (Parkinsons)
I can still contribute but friends and family do my typing
You will find me on poems and comedy forum
(12/21/2014 4:17:00 PM)
Hello all, my name is Demi and I've been a poet for the past five years. I write from my heart and accept constructive criticism well. In my private life I love my furrchildren and my other artistic as well as literary talents. In the area of poetry, it's dark and macabre. It can be very depressive too. In order to enjoy it, it has to be your cup of tea. The poem I present is " Memories" . It was written back in January of 2013.
Memories by Demi
There are these things inside of me… they are every man’s disease.
Some have it worse than others, some kill, and some please…
There are many causes of this disease, some are good and some are bad.
Others know how to control it, while it drives the rest of them mad.
Mine manifests me; it keeps me up at night.
Nothing drives the darkness away, not even the morning light.
Sleep doesn’t cure it, and time makes it worse.
Talking doesn’t help; it just causes tears to burst.
This disease drives in hopes and dreams; it drives them out as well.
The truth lies in god they say but I dismiss the lies they tell.
This is a burden to the soul, a detriment to the mind.
This disease never gets better; it only gets worse with time.
The infected hosts of this world want to see no one pure.
Only the deceased knows where to find the cure.
This disease kills the mind, body, and soul.
My body feels crippled and my soul has aged old.
Some days I feel like I can rise but I’m soon shown reality.
I thought I could be happy for once, how stupid and foolish of me.
When I lay down sometimes, I can feel lesions.
They come from the humans, not spirits or demons.
Every day I lay here badgered by torment, every day I lay here and cry.
But no one hears my sorrow, my pain or my sighs.
I tried to smile yesterday, I had no reason to but I wanted to see if it would work.
I tried to turn the corners upward I stopped because it hurt.
But in this moment, this time, I can just lay on my side.
Maybe one of these days I’ll get lucky and roll over and die.
I have been crucified, but I don’t have the luxury to die, I have to sit and suffer.
In this disease I’ll die for no one’s sins, not even my own mother.
But as I sit here, a rotting vegetable, you see your enemies every time you close your eyes.
They are your memories.
(12/20/2014 10:13:00 AM)
glad to join poemhunter. i learn to write good poems..
and here my first post, look for the feedback
Swept The Sound in The Night
and the Moon
behind the wall clock
swept the sound
in The Night
for a Bandit
pull out from
' Hello Hello How Low?' 3x
Dooor! ! !
me and the Moon nyengir
wrapped in the tongue-cloth
think thrice to play your pistol at midnight,
or your baby beside
Muhammad Farhan Ahmed
(12/20/2014 3:37:00 AM)
My name is Farhan Ahmed. I'm a keen, sensitive poet, and I use the power of my heart to write poetry. Whatever I write is based on my imagination. I write poetry when my heart and my inner voice forces me to write. Feel free to comment on my poems.
Let me share one of my poems:
A Mother's Loneliness
There, stood alone she, desolated in tears...
Remained her eyes drizzly over the years.
Every day and night, doleful was she,
A blur was all what she could see...
'My son, my son, why did you die?!
The river of my life has become dry! '
Mournful years passed by...
Until dreamt she of bright candles,
Held by childern high.
On the back, saw she one with a dim light,
It was her son, wistful was he quite.
'Your tears dowsed it, dimmed it,
Your rue stabbed my litte heart
O Mother, why did you fall apart?'
(12/18/2014 8:48:00 PM)
Hi everyone! my name is Lubinda Lubinda, just recently joined this site, i am a Zambian, i been performing in both French and English (roughly 3 years) , I just wanted to network with other poets share ideas! Feel free to comment...
(12/18/2014 2:59:00 AM)
Hello to you all, am glad i found this site and hope to perfect my writing by sharing ideas with like minded people. Feel free to comment on my writing. I write for the love of it and the joy that putting my thoughts on paper gives me.
(12/18/2014 1:59:00 AM)
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
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
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
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
(12/17/2014 6:45:00 AM)
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 :)
Safin Junayed Rouf
(12/14/2014 5:38:00 AM)
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.
(11/23/2014 9:53:00 AM)
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.