New Poems
| Title | Poet |
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Cyberdeath Is Coming
CYBERDEATH IS COMING
Cyberdeath is coming- |
by Shalom Freedman on 6/20/2013 |
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HAIKU-3
Though the sun is bright
On the sky, none of see |
by ROCHISH MON on 6/20/2013 |
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Maybe One Day I Will Publish A Book (Limerick)
Maybe One Day I Will Publish A Book (Limerick)
If I did consider myself a cook |
by Edwin Tanguma on 6/20/2013 |
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Not with me
She was like rose flower
As if suddenly emerged after rainy shower |
by hasmukh amathalal on 6/20/2013 |
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Gamers and Loners
Click, Click, Click
Is the sound of your fingers on player self-absorption |
by kevin patrick on 6/20/2013 |
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From the Journal of an Unknown Woman 3
She turned her head
To have one last look |
by indira babbellapati on 6/20/2013 |
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22
thats the number i got
when i went to the temple |
by bruce butler on 6/20/2013 |
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AN IMPRISONED CONVICT
I am not alone but lonely
In This moment of life only |
by Nivedita Dubey on 6/20/2013 |
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Writing A Limerick Can Be An Art (Limerick)
Writing A Limerick Can Be An Art (Limerick)
Writing a limerick can be an art |
by Edwin Tanguma on 6/19/2013 |
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Second God - life of a poet
Life of a true poet;
well controlled, well collected |
by gajanan mishra on 6/19/2013 |
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Just for a moment in time or when mathematics becomes pure
(after N.P. Van Wyk Louw)
The hour-work becomes rigid |
by Gert Strydom on 6/19/2013 |
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If we could bend the hour-work back
If we could bend the hour-work back
could make events, deeds and words undone |
by Gert Strydom on 6/19/2013 |
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Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
and we are caught in the mechanics of time |
by Gert Strydom on 6/19/2013 |
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We are welcomed
Enough is enough
No more required |
by gajanan mishra on 6/19/2013 |
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I WOULD RATHER WRITE ABOUT YOU
I would rather write about you
Than write about love |
by Bironga Chadwick on 6/19/2013 |
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SHY DAISY
You open so quietly
in the cool shady shadows |
by Philo Yan on 6/19/2013 |
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jocker....
I feel good when i and u
smile and smile |
by simran arora on 6/19/2013 |
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When I Dream
When I Dream
I dream of you and me, |
by sarah wilksch on 6/19/2013 |
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alone....
When i smile,
i smiled along....
But when i cried,
i cried alon....
When i succeded,
i succeded along......
But when i got troubled,
i troubled a
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by simran arora on 6/19/2013 |
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The little boy who played the knight
He was looking down with murmured words,
and things would leave him alone along with the birds. |
by Jordan Couso on 6/19/2013 |
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A Chat With a Friend
Here hard work is not what make people rich. its finding something to make it easier for people to live. or making something a lot of people like. som
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by Jeremy Rascon on 6/19/2013 |
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“Pleroma”
The masters are of Babil,
The whores of matter, |
by Daniel Leon on 6/19/2013 |
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Fixed on You
My dear, I love you
I am telling I love you |
by gajanan mishra on 6/19/2013 |
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Late Visitors
Late visit, I’m already sleepy.
I’m sitting in my chair in front of my table. |
by aldrich suarez on 6/19/2013 |
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A golden statue
The purest form of gold ever unearthed.
Melted with all the love on earth. |
by Ganesh Umashankar on 6/19/2013 |