(11/2/2011 6:15:00 PM)
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My Name is Kaila George, I found this site a few months back, and have been posting many of my poems that I have already pre-written, some I do on the spure of the moment....let me demonstrate:
She was a child with a broken heart
who knew not how to speak
broken winged and torn in two
she dragged her wounded pride
inside the body of a child
Not knowing who could teach
she lay dormant in her sleep
then one day she learnt to read
which gave her the power to speak
I had no idea that there was so many wonderful poets out there, at times I think dare I submit, I was born and raised in New Zealand, but my parents are of Cook Island decent, I've only been writing for around six years, use to think I was no good at writing, but others say otherwise. I love this site, you get to see so many other poems, so many other aspects of life...its amazing, I’m like a child with a toy...or on a fieldtrip...ready to explore...sorry excited...I’ve never published a book of poem before in my life, would love to...I have enough to do so....grins...sorry...but I don’t even know where to start...When I write my poems, I write from experience, or I try to understand what others see, and put in words for others to understand, so I like to think, but I have also seen things like so many in life, that teaches us to early in life how to be…we think we know so much when young…sorry babbling, time make my leave…hope you enjoy the read…and I will be reading as many as I can when I am online.
Thank You For Your Time.
(10/26/2011 6:06:00 AM)
Hello i am new to poetry, having been terrible at english language, i am attempting learn from the poetry i am writing, please comment on my work, harsh critique is the only way to improve
Here is one of my first attempts at a poem, called 'life in the page'
Wonderful it is to me, to see a book thats writ,
with sense of upheld elegance, and otherworldly wit.
The words and prose, of writers gone, but rarely writers living.
fills me with a sense of joy, these books just keep on giving.
But how I feel about these words, is rarely worth expressing
it is the style of written word, which i find most impressing.
J R Tolkien had a gift, Charles D.ickens had the same.
But William Shakespeare, above them both, would put them all to shame.
The gift they had, I tell you now, injecting life to page.
Expressing subtle nuances, like jealousy and rage.
To give the characters the gift of life, is really quite inspired.
And I still think of Romeo, and how that all transpired.
have you ever tried to word, the subtleties of pain.
trying in a vain attempt to describe a mans disdain
well if you have... i know I've tried, and failed to unseen laughter
just keep in mind the three old names, are names of English masters
So now I have said, all there is to say, on this important matter.
I said my piece, and only so, the masters, I can flatter.
It is much more than just the words, which is the remarkable thing.
more profound than all of this, is the order those words are in.
This is the kind of poem which amuses me, i prefer the play of words over the actual subject matter
(10/25/2011 9:26:00 AM)
Shafiqul Islam, Poet & Lyricist of Bangladesh Radio and Television.Also Human Rights Activist.Ex Metropolitan Magistrate.Now Deputy Secretary @ Govt.Bd.
Awarded 'Bangladesh Porishod Literature Award'& 'Nazrul Gold Medal Award' for his poetic excellence.
Written some books of poetry...
'Tobu O Bristy Asuk' 'Srabon Diner Kabbo' 'Megh Bhanga Ruddur' 'Dohon Kaler Kabbo'.
published by Agamee Prakashani,36 bangla bazar, Dhaka-1100.
phone: 7111332,7110021 Mobile: 01819219024
visit: http: //www.prothom-aloblog.com/blog/sfk808
(10/24/2011 2:17:00 PM)
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.
(10/18/2011 4:09:00 PM)
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
(10/16/2011 6:13:00 PM)
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
(10/11/2011 10:31:00 PM)
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, ,
(10/11/2011 2:19:00 AM)
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
My heart crashed with the
Loving you is the greatest sin,
Because the wages of it is my
You made my soul leave the
Only now I see the stage clear,
Your heart has always been its
I crack with such a pain,
Like a land that has never
But I will go without a fight
For your happiness is my
(10/7/2011 6:50:00 PM)
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.
(10/6/2011 8:01:00 PM)
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!