(1/25/2013 12:26:00 PM)
Hey, Fellow poets, I am Devin Rai, new to this site. I just submitted my poem, " My last five minutes" . It's about regrets and worries you have when your times comes. I hope you all will like it. And feel free to present your views on my poem. It'll will be of great help.
(1/24/2013 6:51:00 PM)
pretty new to site looking for feed back on my submissions
Amidst the Mist
City streets and lanterns mired in the mist.
Where old couples and young lovers have often stopped to kiss.
the lamp outside the Barber shop casts an eerie twisted light.
Pale colors adorn the buildings face, long into the night.
Lively music lilts like crystal chimes amidst the densest fog.
A pungent scent floats lightly and boasts of frothy grog.
The golden glow of the carriage lights bounce lightly down the street.
The fog horn from the harbor, warning ships, whose bows could meet.
The clock towers ancient bell, strikes out, an echoing refrain.
Wrapped in your arms, and in this spot, for my life, I could remain.
(1/22/2013 7:17:00 AM)
Sometime in life we loose ourselves,
To re-discover ourselves,
We loose our way,
So that we come back one day,
That's when we discover,
Who we really are,
Legends of the future,
That's who we are.
(1/22/2013 12:27:00 AM)
I am busy;
that's what they call me - busy
I write for myself, but as they they said, we enjoy it a lot, why you don't share it with others
Writing for 12 years, insights in colloquial.
Whatever you feel, let me know
Remarks were made
Before we were born
We live to hear them
Some say vague Some say surreal
but if they lived my words for seconds
I am done
- - - - - x- - - - - - -
I wanted to see the sky
The wild winters withered the trees
The quakes took down the condo
The rivers turned ice
The clouds went missing
But I was too stoned to say goodbye
(1/21/2013 10:18:00 AM)
I'm Rob from New Zealand and this is my style of writing.
The poets were right.
Articulation dies like the smokers liver.
Romanticism falls when sex we consider.
Now I know the poets were correct.
I sit in my room with thoughts to reflect.
No longer having the urge to steal.
All I want is the right to feel.
Because my heart has found peace.
I found a place to release.
Something so simple like a dove.
Expressing feelings of love.
The poets were correct.
My urges to do wrong are gone.
I hope you enjoy it.
You can follow my writing journey on blogspot (http://robsjunction.blogspot.co.nz/) or through my poemhunter account.
(1/19/2013 10:30:00 PM)
Respected fellow poets
I invite you to read some of my poems.
You can advice or appreciate as comments.
I hope you will like them............waiting for response :)
(1/19/2013 10:53:00 AM)
I'm brand new to the site- just signed up yesterday (19 Jan 2013) . I have posted 3 of my poems and look forward to comments, as well as meeting other poets on this site. My work tends to be dark and deal with inner feelings we all have but often are afraid to talk about- those times of intense loneliness, feelings of isolation, of being a number, or just some shadow in the ocean of humanity within which we tend more to drown, than swim.
(1/18/2013 11:43:00 AM)
I have posted a new poem: 'Ballerina'. Please give honest comments.
(1/17/2013 1:47:00 PM)
Hey you guys, I understand that there are a lot of people asking for you to go to their profile and rate/comment on their poems. It may be bothersome continuously seeing these kinds of comments, but it would be greatly appriciated if you would do me the great pleasure of doing so for me. It doesn't take long, it might take 2 minutes out of your day. Thank you for your support and time!
(1/17/2013 7:01:00 AM)
Would really appreciate it if anybody could take the time to read my latest poems 'Vacuous' and 'Wednesday Night'
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