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  • Raquel Gutter (8/13/2013 9:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My sun doesn't shine like yours
    rise like yours
    give light like yours

    My rain doesn't pour like yours
    shower like yours
    flood like yours

    My butterfly doesn't evolve like yours
    change colors like yours
    leave behind traces of beauty like yours

    My heart doesn't
    beat like yours
    feel like yours
    heal like yours
    break like yours
    burn like yours

    My soul doesn't feel like yours
    give like yours

    But somehow I want all of you to soak up like a sponge

    But my eyes don't see like yours
    or cry like yours

    So it sit back and wait until i can be yours
    Until we have one goal
    one love
    one space
    one vision
    one blessing
    one fate
    one house
    one last name

    two cars
    two rings
    two minds
    two souls

    i'll wait until
    My sun shines like yours
    until my butterfly flies like yours
    until my heart loves like yours
    together; on one accord

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  • Rookie - 466 Points Edgar Stevens (8/6/2013 3:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Poem Hunter Poetry Contest has officially started. You can enter with your favorite poem now or write a new one and submit it before August 31st,2013.

    Prize is $1,000 for the winner and $250 for the 2nd and 3rd place..

    You can write in any poetic style and on any subject.

    Entering the contest is free.


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    • Denis Martindale (8/6/2013 1:57:00 PM) Post reply

      POEMHUNTER POETRY CONTEST My word, what's this?A contest here? With money on the line? The winner known within a year? Yes, please! That's mighty fine... I clicked the link upon the screen, ... more

  • Rookie - 466 Points Doug Upton (7/28/2013 4:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Just an older man's reflections over the years. All thoughts are welcome

  • Rookie - 466 Points Raquel Gutter (7/27/2013 3:24:00 AM) Post reply


    My rhythms and rhymes are no longer
    my flow is choppy
    don't follow to closely
    you won't catch the beat
    its unorthodox
    like rain in june
    like petticoats and earmuffs in Southern California
    its all over the place
    cue the horns Mr. Coltrane
    i don't write for the popular
    i write for the awkward
    confused at heart
    but perfectly understanding
    everything around me is a misinterpretation
    of what another person thought i should perceive it as
    no beats to catch in life
    just waves and feelings
    taxies and trains
    you get my drift
    steer straight …or not

  • Rookie - 466 Points Kimmy Hesser (7/26/2013 8:36:00 PM) Post reply

    Never Cry in Public

    You’ll need a thicker skin
    They’ll eat you alive this way
    Your feelings are a weakness
    And must be kept at bay

    There, there; have a tissue
    You’re not the first to cry
    Those who’ve come before you
    Learned to steal away and hide

    If you’re seized by the will to fight
    When the world seems much too cruel
    Remind yourself it’s useless
    Remember caring is too uncool

    Emotions are for children
    And pussies with guitars
    Affecting change is a fairy tale
    Get your head out of the stars

    Your feelings make us uncomfortable
    And repression is such a bitch
    Leave the crying to the actors
    They get paid to scratch that itch

    Sensuality for sale!
    Passion for a penny!
    Didn’t anyone ever tell you?
    The only value left is money.

    What happens when we wake up?
    What happens when we fall?
    Eventually the coyote looks down
    Nothing left between him and the ground

    What happens when I wake up?
    The pavement is closer than it seems
    I must surface now because
    Everyone knows what happens if you die in a dream…

    -Kimmy Hesser

  • Rookie - 380 Points Adam M. Snow (7/18/2013 1:45:00 AM) Post reply

    I have seen Maelstroms Eternal
    By: Adam M. Snow

    I write with flowers of ink,
    thou love poured out on page,
    in a slumbering alder away in endless flight;
    swaying with the stars, so white 'gainst the black night sky.
    Facing the horizons, on the calm black waters called -ink.
    -I write for thee that thou heart be free.
    I have seen maelstroms eternal,
    mount in my soul but endless;
    -An abyss without thee, I dare thee not.
    By starlight the rushes lean over thee wide:
    -The ink on the page is erased,
    -The text is long forgotten.

  • Rookie - 7 Points Marcquiese Burrell (7/3/2013 3:07:00 PM) Post reply

    ~I Ain't Ever Love Somebody~

    I know you're no good
    You're a cold-hearted snake
    You've looked me in the eye
    and you'd tell me lies
    I should be headed out the door
    but instead, I chase you like a fool
    I put up with this and what for
    I don't know why you treat me cruel

    One night I'll get tired
    because i couldn't do it anymore
    oh, I hope i'm right
    You got me up all night
    how you treat me it's a shame
    why do I let you hurt me so bad?
    just remember when and if I leave
    I'll be the best you've ever had

    I ain't never loved someone like you
    I ain't ever hurt this bad too
    I ain't ever, i mean never
    loved somebody like you
    Marcquiese Burrell

  • Rookie - 5 Points Niki Nicholas Nkuna (7/2/2013 7:55:00 AM) Post reply

    The sky is the limit, we never reach it but we must keep on striving. Comments on the poem appreciated in anticipation.

    Dreams took me to places I have been before
    And places that are a mirage in dream and reality
    And places that will come a time for me to set foot in
    And those places that will remain many dreams to come
    Dreams and dreams, days and places that never come to pass

    I dreamed of wealth and poverty
    Paradise and hell,
    Roads that twist and turn, rise and decent
    And fall flat like smoke
    Dreams that are like winter and summer
    Those that bring more food and empty plates
    Like big and small trees that all grow but which can never be equal
    The great ones touch the sky and feel God’s fervour welcome and wrath

    I dreamed having horns that stick and stump
    Half a time I lost the fight and regret my mistake when I come to light
    Many a time I knew what I could have done
    And half a time I never did the right things
    Many a time I felt ashamed by the turn of light
    Felt like a coward and never tell the dream
    Half a time I did the right things and felt proud to tell the dream
    Half a time bad things happen to me
    ‘Cause I never knew how to prevent them in my flat state

    I messed myself up, my pride wore thin thus I never can tell the dream
    Half a time good things happen to me in the dream
    I grew horns of smoke and proudly told the dream
    Half a time I saw myself in heaven and earth
    My heart broke on both sides of the planet
    ‘Cause I saw my siblings and friends,
    Smiling happily and crying unhappily
    Like children they never say ‘Yes’ and ‘No’
    And I never knew, never know what to do
    I had to think for them, or tell the dream and hope for decipher
    N Nkuna, 4 November 2012
    South Africa

  • Rookie - 380 Points Adam M. Snow (6/29/2013 7:58:00 PM) Post reply


    Under the Innocent Sky
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Under the innocent sky,
    ever serene and fair.
    Beauty is the stars on high,
    taking away our despair.

    Ever so silent it can be,
    with still a melody that can be heard.
    Close your eyes imagine free,
    with wings stretched wide, like a morning bird.

    Soaring through the dark blue sky,
    ever serene and fair;
    joining with the stars on high,
    feeling the wind between your hair.

    Even though the dream's not true,
    we can still admire from afar,
    the beauty the sky, so dark and blue,
    and the many dancing stars.

  • Rookie - 380 Points Nash Thomas (6/23/2013 1:31:00 PM) Post reply


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