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When Poetry Haunted Me

Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
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  • Charles Monroe (10/29/2013 1:44:00 PM)

    'Top One-Hundred Poets Club'
    Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online
    Mine was number sixty-five.
    Poet with a Thousand Kills
    But with weak promotion skills.
    Poem Hunters lose their way
    And, at times, become the prey
    All is fair in War and Love
    Top One-Hundred Poets Club.
    All contestants orchestrated
    Or perhaps they're all related
    Smiling proud with Pen in Hand
    We remain the Underrated.
    It will take a thousand Poets
    Just to help you stay afloat
    But nothing beats the satisfaction
    To receive an honest Vote.
    Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks
    I Searched You a thousand bucks
    Poison Ink reigns from above
    Top One-hundred Poets Club

    P.X

    #65 Charles Monroe


    Novus Ordo Seclorum

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  • Bri Edwards (10/27/2013 3:24:00 PM)

    hey valsa, you did very well (in the contest) and without my help!) .
    i found the following comment below: Writing poetry is entoxicating and you are under it's influence. An ethereal and mystic portrayal of how it grabs you-A great read and reread
    if writing poetry were THAT GOOD for me, i wouldn't bother with sleeping or eating! is 'entoxicating' a 'british' spelling?
    i actually got the idea (perhaps incorrect?) that you aspired to be a poet, saw the glorious poets/poems surrounding you, and crashed in disappointment at not being able to compete on the same level. i didn't see any other comments like this, though i did not read them all. in fact, valsa, you have 'arrived' at, at least, your own very, very good poetic level! you may have even surpassed ME! congratulations. :) bri

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/21/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    Like a million lanterns lit
    In that blinding brilliance
    Poets around so brilliant. Beautiful poem.

  • Dinesh Nair (10/20/2013 9:38:00 AM)

    Metal is better shaped in fire and the longer and deeper the former remains in the latter, the more the effect thereof is. A mind haunted by poetry is elevated in one way and the bliss of writing in spite of the short spells of pains makes a poet a demi-god of one kind.
    Madam Valsa, your poems throw light on life in its myriad forms as judged by a human being with right perceptions and this poem elevates your poetic identity and what you call a haunting experience is nothing but the mother of all obsessions in fact. Kudos to the poet in you.

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (10/19/2013 10:59:00 AM)

    Poetry, like all things mortal, must follow the laws of gravity...

  • Ramesh Rai (10/13/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    i hv already done on 26.9.13

  • Ramesh Rai (9/26/2013 10:29:00 PM)

    Softness of heart of a poet is beautifully portrayed here. Excellent Write.

  • Shahzia Batool (5/2/2013 8:46:00 AM)

    A studded piece of poetry and an experience of an intuitive poet...so natural, which can never be experienced by practitioners of poetry! ! !

  • Joseph Anderson (5/1/2013 12:50:00 PM)

    Now we have winessed the birth. or rebirth of a true poet and it was an
    intoxicating experience. Supurb in imagery and exciting to read and reread-
    brilliantly done. Go to the head of the class

  • Doug Bentley (4/23/2013 2:03:00 AM)

    You soared, but you did not crash and burn. you are daedalus, not icarus.

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