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  • Bronze Star - 2,912 Points Abekah Emmanuel (8/17/2014 9:05:00 AM) Post reply
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    hello.... check out my new poems. PLEASE dont forget to cooment and rate them as well. My latest poem is entitled, NOT YET TOLD....

  • Rookie - 7 Points Denise Naidoo (8/17/2014 4:03:00 AM) Post reply

    hi guys! Please check out my spoken word below


    Let me know what you think! : -) Advice appreciated! ! ! ! !

    Much Love!

  • Rookie - 37 Points Allian Bern (8/8/2014 12:34:00 AM) Post reply


    Out of control
    We broke the chains that tied us whole
    A fire inside us, it melts our words
    Every secret has its own truth
    The more we keep it, the more it shows
    I'm not saying the words that are right
    And you keep doing actions that you hate
    The brain collides the beats of the heart
    Though it will not pause, more it will not stop
    Same question plays when we lie in our bed
    Rather to eject it, we load more instead
    We can't kill the living pictures in our head
    Wake or sleep it stays as we live
    But one thing pushes us to the wrong way
    It keeps dividing us as we step
    We want to look back but we're stiff necked
    I have a thousand words to say
    It's hard to let go all promises
    Have to pretend you are gone and dead
    Know you'll do the same thing as i did


  • Rookie Nine Vuuren (8/3/2014 12:40:00 PM) Post reply

    An afrikaans poem me and a friend wrote...
    enjoy if you understand it.

    Hoe het sterre in die lug gekom?

    Hoe het sterre in die lug gekom?
    Dis 'n baie moeilike som...
    Kom ek vertel jou gou.
    Dit was eers die kos van 'n pou

    Dit was ongebore sterre
    tussen blomme gebere.
    Die geheimsinnige blom
    het dit versteek onder sy tong.

    Pou gaan haal sy kos in die suikerbos,
    maar die saadjie laat los.
    Stadig vlieg hy deur die fluitende wind
    en gaan rus soos 'n lint

    Aan die donker ruimte
    aan die buitenste, buite.
    Die kleinste, fynste saadjie was vreeslik bly,
    want hy het ontsnap en is nou vry...

  • Rookie Nine Vuuren (8/3/2014 12:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Sometimes I can be a real poetaster, but I enjoy writing poems, so I keep writing poems.

    My friend wrote this poem:


    You are very boring.
    I just want to keep snoring.
    I want to sleep
    and I won't make a peep.

    What can I do?
    Maybe I can throw a shoe...
    I am so bored
    I can win a reward!

    I want to cry,
    but not fly!
    I want to do something
    it can't be nothing!

    You are very cool,
    so don't make me drool.
    You are like a crook,
    so stop reading that book! !

    I want to play
    don't take my fun away!
    This is the end,
    so goodbye my friend!

  • Rookie - 3 Points Snehanair Manikkath (7/24/2014 12:26:00 PM) Post reply

    relish my poem embellished doll, share it with me, friends

  • Rookie Andile Mthembu (7/19/2014 10:38:00 AM) Post reply

    I am new here... Please check out my new poem 'Stolen heart' _thanx

  • Rookie - 57 Points Marisa Eutsler (6/19/2014 8:26:00 AM) Post reply

    i have resently posted a poem called " Save The Falllen Beauties" please go and read/ comment :) thanks

  • Rookie - 19 Points Keith Sifelani (6/10/2014 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

    Mix a dough of selfishness in a bowl
    Pour in a cupful of vulgar lunguage and bullying,
    Stir carefully.
    Mix two days in dentention
    Wait for four years.
    Serve with a cupfull of tears.

  • Rookie - 57 Points Marisa Eutsler (5/13/2014 8:11:00 AM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

    Peer out my window
    Look out just to see
    Gone has the white snow
    Its finally done chasing me.

    Winter has disappeared
    Sun in the sky
    The bitter cold I much fear
    I wave the icy flakes goodbye.

    The ground is warm
    Now the perfect soil
    Bees buzz and swarm
    My plan no one can foil.

    The grass is green
    Rivers at their flow
    Birds chirping I’ve seen
    Oh so quite does the wind blow.

    Plant all the seeds
    Water them good
    The flowers have their needs
    I smiled where I stood

    For what I looked upon
    Was the most beautiful sight
    Tea whistling at the dawn
    The blooms swaying in delight.

    The heaven that I speak of
    Excepts every single pardon
    As lovely as the dove
    For this is my garden.

    - - - - - - - - - -go to this poem and comment please

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