Leaking Pen

Rookie - 379 Points (Wellington, New Zealand)

Leaking Pen Poems

1. I Wish I Could Borrow Your Eyes 8/31/2012
2. Poet's Anger 8/31/2012
3. Faith 8/31/2012
4. Love With No Return 9/1/2012
5. A Star Is Born 9/3/2012
6. Yummy! Yummy! 9/3/2012
7. Between Hope And Depression 9/3/2012
8. How About That Other Moon? 9/3/2012
9. Apology 9/4/2012
10. An Observation 9/4/2012
11. Smitten 9/4/2012
12. A Happy Tongue 9/4/2012
13. Shakespeare Or To Be 9/4/2012
14. Why? 9/4/2012
15. Friendship 9/4/2012
16. What Should I Say To God? 9/4/2012
17. Me 9/4/2012
18. Would You Remember Me? 9/3/2012
19. To A Beloved Friend 9/5/2012
20. On My Twenty-2nd Birthday 9/5/2012
21. I Will Catch The Sun 9/5/2012
22. Sheer Negligee 9/5/2012
23. Up And Down A Steep Road 9/5/2012
24. Lost In The Tides Of Life 9/5/2012
25. Birthday! This Day Of Your Birth 9/5/2012
26. I Search 9/5/2012
27. Guilty As Charged 9/5/2012
28. Shakespeare, This One Is Full Of Folly 9/5/2012
29. God's Thinking 9/5/2012
30. Equality 9/3/2012
31. Banker's Lament 9/3/2012
32. To That Moon? 9/3/2012
33. Moments In Remembrance 9/4/2012
34. Where Do Ideas Come From? 9/4/2012
35. Shoot Down That Bird 9/5/2012
36. One, Two, Three 9/6/2012
37. The Weight Of Dreams 9/5/2012
38. Bathroom Mat 9/5/2012
39. Measurment 9/5/2012
40. Put Down Your Gun And Marry Me 9/5/2012
Best Poem of Leaking Pen

The Best Poem In The World

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
by the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp-
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? ...

Read the full of The Best Poem In The World

L.O.V.E.

The past anchored my wobbly feet
I met sorrow, pain, anger and defeat
Eyes of a child through divorce
From life's binding first course
Hands that rocked me to sleep
Her tears; Her heart could not keep
My Mom's sorrow from loving me
And raising alone a Holy See
Days fled into the arms of night

[Hata Bildir]