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  • Elisha Nelly Mukiibi (3/23/2012 1:23:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    It ravages like the wild Californian fire
    Through it leaves a Sahara behind
    A heat so intense it boils me down
    Plainly unthinkable….
    It so defines itself

    It peels through like a knife
    Layer after layer it goes away
    Into the Congo jungles
    Deeper on it preys……
    Looking for meaning

    It sups on denial
    And tears in its wake
    Seething for understanding
    Trying to correct……
    What it tries to understand

    It smiles out
    What a joy it reveals
    With every line lies a beat of hope
    Warming to the future…
    A love to hold on to.

    It's everything to me,
    Burns like a fire
    Peels through my heart
    Leaves me in denial
    But stills it brings me joy

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    • Melody Kuku (3/28/2012 5:55:00 PM) Post reply

      I dont really understand what you are trying to say. But what i could understand was that you are talking about love that torments you. Yet, you still derive joy from it. You seem not to mind what it ... more

  • ~Deana ~ Dotterweich (3/22/2012 11:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm going crazy,
    Ripping my hair out of my skull.
    Trying not to cry,
    Over a certain guy.
    He is lazy,
    And quite dull.
    I don't think I even love him at all.

    So,
    Tell me.
    What should I do?
    No,
    Can't you see?
    Do I have to give you a clue?

    I'm going insane,
    At the thought of loving you.
    Crazy....and in vain,
    At the thought of you.
    I try not to twitch,
    But my wrists do itch.
    There must be a glitch,
    Please don't be a snitch.

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    • Melody Kuku (3/28/2012 6:04:00 PM) Post reply

      Lol, the guy must really be a dweeb you dont want to love yet, you cant but love. I love your use of rhyme scheme. An intresting poem and funny too to those that have humour.

  • Elisha Nelly Mukiibi (3/17/2012 11:26:00 AM) Post reply

    I won't
    4get
    Oh this feeling
    I got 4 u
    Makin me smile
    Feeling special
    Utterly wanted i just can't 4get
    Oh wen i get to hug n hold
    Everybit of me fitted 2 u
    Helples in ya arms
    Binding me fast
    This is nothing i xpected.
    I just can't 4get
    That light feeling
    Every vein feels light
    Blood flowing lyk cream
    Slowly thru
    And hw can i just 4get
    Such a delightful feeling
    Turning me on n up
    All this love u give me
    Such a love i just can't 4get.

  • Martin Ii (3/16/2012 5:21:00 PM) Post reply

    i need people to view and comment my poems for feedback im trying to write a book with all the poems on here in it, and i only want top notch poems in it so if u could help me id be soooooooooooooooo grateful

  • Madhuparna Chakraborty (3/14/2012 7:56:00 AM) Post reply

    any comments on this poem is welcome...

    Estranged

    Wretched and forlorn in the emptiness of her soul
    waiting for her love to come back
    inconsolably forsaken
    as a lonely bird
    contemplating what had been driven between them like a wedge
    was it disaffection?
    what was her fault, she knew not why
    An air of melancholy now sweeps through her life
    The screams of her anguished existence would not abate
    Reminiscing cherished moments
    Hoping to turn things around somehow
    Alas, that is not to be
    for it had cut him too deep to be cured.

  • John Hazon Palen (3/9/2012 3:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I have just submitted my newest poem.. I think it speaks for itself and by itself with all of its rhythms and rhymes! If you may ask, I write poems so as to clarify things out of my hazy thoughts which at times struck me.. It's my way of LOOSING MYSELF! ; ') AJA, everyone!

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    • Rose Flores (3/11/2012 1:08:00 AM) Post reply

      You will know yourself better in the process of writing poems. Thanks for sharing your poems.

  • Wahab Abdul (3/4/2012 7:53:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I want to die


    Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
    So, I do not want to live, I want to die
    And I want to become a holy ghost
    Whom the people would like the most.
    Like the retreating solders I like to come back
    To my own permanent and eternal home
    You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.

    In my real home I see the news
    Coming from the lipstick coated lips
    In the television of my molten death
    People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
    The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
    This thrills me and gives me a feeling of gain.

    The only son of my father
    The only darling of my mother
    Fainted repeatedly on the cushion
    Peal like tear drops coming from my beloved son,
    Friends and relatives express grief in the community hall,
    All these excite me and I sought to say’’ I love you all.’’

    For the first time in my life in my last ritual I listen
    From those men that I was really a very good man
    In such intense atmosphere of gloom and sad
    My heart cheers and I become too much glad.

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    • M Fiery Leo (4/29/2012 7:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      nyc rhyming nd equally strong thought......person's virtues r generally discovered after he's no more.....effective 1.

  • Shai Cherry (3/3/2012 6:03:00 PM) Post reply

    I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO READ TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK:



    WE SPEAK ALONE TO DISTANCES
    HELD WITHIN PANELS OF A
    SOLAR ATMOSPHERE

    MY MIND IS CONFLICTED OF
    SUICIDE STANDARDS CALLED
    OUT IN THE DARK

    ONLY A SUNRISE PRAYER
    CAN BRING MY THOUGHTS
    INTO A VELOCITY OF WISDOM
    THAT I MAY TRUST IN JESUS
    TO HAVE SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

  • Keith Williams (3/2/2012 12:11:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I just want feedback on my poems


    It was love at first site
    but for you it wasnt there just quite
    Amazing, beautiful, funny, and smart
    A pricless work of art
    Just the site of you
    is such a Monumental view
    From that time i made you blush
    I knew in my hand i had a Royal Flush
    So after all my tries
    you became my very own Nobel Prize
    So we had our laughs
    we had our cries
    Oh how do I miss the days I gave you butterflies
    Even though life gave us this turn
    in my arms soon you'll return
    The love I have for you can never be undone
    you're truly the only one

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    • M Fiery Leo (4/29/2012 7:32:00 PM) Post reply

      lovely....nyc imageries...words skillfully chosen....nd above all a sincere emotion for love, make it a worthy read...well done! !

    • Marian Johnson (3/13/2012 11:10:00 AM) Post reply

      great rhyming skills...monutmental view, royal flush, nobel prize...you seem to have an endless imagination in the world or vocabulary.

  • William Blake Beckett (2/22/2012 10:38:00 PM) Post reply

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-in-the-sand/

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