Mark R Slaughter


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  • Freshman - 2,215 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (10/21/2014 8:37:00 AM)

    you are the master poet and yet to be and again.

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  • Rookie - 32 Points Onzia Dan (10/6/2014 4:37:00 PM)

    woow! your words can move a mountain In me and they are very inspirational

  • Rookie - 32 Points Onzia Dan (10/1/2014 5:41:00 PM)

    you have left me speech less.

  • Freshman - 1,009 Points Dan Reynolds (6/9/2014 4:25:00 PM)

    Re Heaven.

    Bloody love it Mark. The repetition is well-thought out, the lyricism is truly poetic. But I feel as if you've been watching me in my garden.; ¬) Next time, I'll go cross ways instead of parallel.

  • Rookie Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 6:59:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels

  • Rookie - 809 Points Richard Beevor (5/24/2014 10:13:00 AM)

    excellent poems sir, I wonder if you could read some of mine and give me your advice please, I would like to improve, thank you, I am http: //www.poemhunter.com/richard-allen-beevor/

  • Rookie Love Poet (5/10/2014 2:05:00 PM)

    that was awesome how you manage to describe everything with simple and yet beautiful word that explain and show an imagery of passion

  • Rookie - 28 Points Kevin Quero (3/9/2014 4:48:00 AM)

    Cool, you inspire me.

  • Rookie - 281 Points Daniel Y. (2/5/2014 6:59:00 PM)

    I see you are a biologist. Makes total sense. I recently graduated with a BS in bio. Ever read a collection of science poems Radial Symmetry? You should publish your poetry. You have a really great style.

  • Rookie Cece Rodriguez (11/29/2013 4:42:00 AM)

    death smiles and so do you wow... power full its like getting involed with the bad when your innocent

Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’

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