Teen Poetry and Discussions
(3/26/2014 11:33:00 AM)
Where I’m from is a place full of wonder and light.
From the streets of Paris in the day, to the ifle tower lit up at night. The gleaming faces around me.
From the trampoline as a child, to the garden and its glorious blooms. The sounds of birds chirping and singing their tunes.
From the letters in my books, to the astonishing pages with the unwanted endings. The graceful poets and there mending’s.
From the sounds of the teapot whistling in a way, I solemnly wish it were there to stay. The tea and its taste so priceless and pure.
From “Mon ange”, to the whispers of the whimpering wind. The wishes and regrets it tends to send.
From all the land and the beautiful buzzing bee’s, to the sunset sky and the forest tree’s. The butterflies fluttering around me.
From the summer heat, to the bitter sweet chill. The angel of death at his kill.
From “With every beat of thi fiery heart, there is a note meant to be played”, to the strum of my guitar as I quietly laid. The world disappearing from sight in every song.
I am from peace, nature, and freshly baked bread. The everlasting words my grand mamae once said.
I bring back these memories each day I live, wishing and praying I had something to give.
- - - - - - please go comment and rate this poem! its my first one posted on my account and i want feedback before i post further! thanks :)
(3/14/2014 10:56:00 PM)
Ready for a kiss did sun rose,
gleaming, shimmering in the April sky,
had set to bloom bouquets of love,
a rose among them caught my eye...
And made me notice for the first time
the alluring blooms of Angoora van,
and the dew drops running down her curves,
glistening in the golden sun....
They evanesced in the air, left her crimson petals free
a fragrance in air did she spread,
the mist left bare a blossom of love,
...covered in carmine hues of red...
And I did feel with my hands,
the seraph, seraph touch of rose
In blooms, in showers in waning crescents
...made she place in every prose.
The hand that penned ran across her curves,
drip-drip the blood it shed...
ran across a prickly thorn,
through hands that never hadst wept.
Left a scar, an impression of love
deep where no blade could reach,
I sealed the cracks, oh fool I was,
dug behind a deeper breach..
For the kiss awaited was never delivered,
tears did shed O! mighty earth
had set to fire myriad hues,
and had shut close each bud till next birth...
There as remnant in the carmine flesh of mine,
the deep impression of the barb did stay.
...Love never ends sans pain,
But ends here the Rosy lay..
.............................................................I would be glad to receive your comments and suggestions.....yash shinde
(3/8/2014 5:53:00 PM)
Paris, the city of many words... you could call it the city of love, the city of food or the city of Culture. I often travel to Paris it's a wonderful city, the architectur of the buildings gives the entire city a Touch of imagination, we could call it the biggest Museum built from it's history.
(2/24/2014 11:30:00 AM)
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This is my first time using Poem hunter.
" A Girl"
I see a girl in pain
you see a girl in the rain.
a girl that wants to scream while the whole world sings.
I see a girl that wants to be cool
you see a girl that looks like a fool.
a girl that cares, but isn't cared for.
I see a girl in her place
you see a girl with a lot to face!Replies for this message:
(5/13/2014 6:29:00 AM)
This is good. Everyone judges people before they even know them. My best friend and boyfriend used to hate me before they saw who I really was. t
(3/28/2014 10:40:00 AM)
very nice tatiyana, i totally agree with this. i have also written a poem paradise girl based on same theme and emotions. go through it and match your veiws
(3/12/2014 11:34:00 AM)
@ Tatiyana, I really liked the contradiction and the irony. Moreover, it depicts the " girl behind mask" which is worthy of appreciation.
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(2/13/2014 12:41:00 PM)
New here. Wanna know what's good. All help is welcome :)
(2/7/2014 12:03:00 PM)
Hi im an inspiring spoken word poet.
is this a place where i can show one of my YouTube performances of spoken word. I hope you like
(2/3/2014 12:19:00 PM)
Hey everyone I'm back. It has been long while since I posted anything so I hope you like my new poem.
" Come sing with me."
Come sing with me,
Under the trees,
Where the birds sing,
And the leaves fall around,
while the branches cover the sun.
Come sing with me under the trees.
Come sing with me,
In the meadow,
where the grass is green,
and where the flowers reach for the sun.
Where the deer graze,
and the butterflies flutter.
Come sing with me among the meadow.
Come sing with me,
By the sea,
where the waves touch the shore in a loving embrace,
and the sand settles upon the shore.
Where the fish live under the sea,
Jumping up to see.
Come sing with me by the sea
(2/1/2014 7:02:00 AM)
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I'm new over here and I'd like to share what I've written with you. I know there are many things I must improve, so please, tell me. Ah, and if anyone writes in Spanish (my mother language) or German, please, let me know, I'm really looking forward to read poems in those languages.
Ghosts & Creepy Shadows
that there are ghosts in here.
I see them every time I close my eyes,
every time I lie to you,
every time I feel bad.
They are there, whispering words heard once back in time,
and they scare me,
they frighten me so much.
They scare me when they touch me with their ice-cold hands,
when they pierce my ears
or reach beyond the flesh through my chest.
I feel uneasy,
as tears rush all the way to my eyes
and I can’t help it but snivel and cover my face up.
Oh, I’m not scared, you see, of death
but rather of what’s just next.
I fear to become one of those grey figures,
expressionless, with only growing sorrow to measure the passage of time.
You see that man over there?
He’s waiting for a never-coming-wife
That women sitting on the rotting chair?
She was hit to death because of forbidden love,
an unsuccessful passion that brought no fruit but deadly hunger.
There, that’s her unloved son.
Oh my dear, that beautifully static child hasn’t spoken to me yet
and I guess he’s never doing such a thing,
he’ll never reveal me the secret why he always cries at night.
I’m so terrified of becoming one of them, one day.
Doomed to wander this sinister place, amidst the fog of sobs, whining and dreadful silence.
I tell you,
my head is haunted,
filled with never-invited ghosts who now enjoy themselves taunting me.
How am I supposed to escape this place of death?
I fear, oh, I fear I can’t! !
And that is, indeed, what terrifies me the most,
what keeps me from sleeping since I can remember.
I’m too scared to close my eyes when night falls
if I’m alone.
If I’m alone I’m lost
and there’s no hope nor expectation,
only morbid plays in a forgotten theatre built aside the normal world.
If I’m alone.
(1/27/2014 3:38:00 PM)
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Poetry is rap
I am not feeling dope at the moment
Writing various poems with no comments
Depression and confusion wanna catchup on me
Niggaz trying to gang up on me
The World is becoming hard to live in
Crisis everywhere, people saying different shit everyday, what do i believe in?
Different feelings coming
Even worse times are approching
My heart and mind dont agree and that makes no sense
Who else can i rely on, if not the divine providence.
(1/23/2014 8:18:00 AM)
I want to be with you
Out of the blue you grab my hand and make me dance with you,
I think to make this moment more mirthful lets add a mocha to the cue,
Sharing this moment together,
Is the best time of my life
I know you are a living dead
And The moment we have in between
Is the only thing I have in my head
You and I both know that I am just a teen
But being with you makes me feel as if I am the queen
I can feel your noticeable absence
And you, are the only one with whom I would spend my entire life
Without even reconsidering the thought
Whenever you are beside me I can feel your fragrance
I see you coming when the fiery sun sets
And I loose my patience
To break the silence
And I know when you'll leave
I'll be fallen in the mouth of sadness
Till then I want to be with you
I would feel so good
When I would be reminiscing
About these days
If ever I could
And I surely would
I hear you sing with your velvety voice,
I want this memory in the future to be rejoiced
And I want to be with you forever and ever
By now you would be thinking that I'm a wise fool
As I am drooling about the wind
For you to read
It would be logically illogical
But for me it's illogically logical