New Poems
| Title | Poet |
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I'm Not Sad
For my life is all but my own creation.
I shed but not a single tear, |
by Joe Holley on 5/24/2013 |
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It's Fate
Years count now of three as I miss thee, pain in cycle not missing me,
Such cruel that is, fate of that predicted in eyes of clarity. |
by Joe Holley on 5/24/2013 |
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Received your message
Received your message and I
Remain silent. |
by gajanan mishra on 5/24/2013 |
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Time: Thou Art A Scorpion!
Stung many a time to know
Whether I am alive or not. |
by Aftab Alam on 5/24/2013 |
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Abyssal Waves That Fall
*Abyssal waves that fall, Besiege that of such a tainted shadow,
“Unknown to who I am dear pain, you bleed me so”. |
by Joe Holley on 5/24/2013 |
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A Path Too Early
Wouldn’t you say you were lonely,
if you filled my shoes? |
by Joe Holley on 5/24/2013 |
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Out of court
It is out of court
Sir, let me say some words. |
by gajanan mishra on 5/24/2013 |
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Global Love Project
I tried to catch some clouds 4m an Indian sky,
I tried to mix some Indian clouds on a Bangladeshi sky, |
by Ruby Mostazir on 5/24/2013 |
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The First Chapter In My Live
It was in the early spring when flowers did bloom,
I was held with strong loving arms in that special room. |
by shirani ibrahim on 5/24/2013 |
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Note To Self
This world should not contain:
canvas shoes, rain |
by Emlyn Wentwhistle on 5/24/2013 |
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I'll Live
See me if you can, I am smiling
No need to catch me, I am not falling |
by Moon Kalita on 5/24/2013 |
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My Missing Muse
The Sergeant at the high desk grunted
Looked down at her as if she was stunted, |
by David McLansky on 5/24/2013 |
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without love
Soft and warm, sealed with care, ?sweet and kind, it is love!
It is the unexpected feeling that embraces your heart |
by mohammed aljuneidi on 5/24/2013 |
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Art Of Living
He who does not
Live for himself |
by gajanan mishra on 5/24/2013 |
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The Silent Traveller
The past is now gone
Like a night with a sun; |
by Abbey Madewa on 5/24/2013 |
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I Am A Cop...(24 / 05 / 2013 / 11: 42-AM) .
The fact is i have the ability,
to take care of my dream. |
by kfm Productions on 5/24/2013 |
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Sonnet XIII: My Love’s Complexion is Like a Red Rose
My love’s complexion is like a red rose
Her cheeks blush pink and those sweet lips bright red |
by David Wood on 5/24/2013 |
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The Butterbird Affair
A stranger’s smile never was sweeter
Or timely as yours was, |
by Bobbie Othigo on 5/24/2013 |
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Tripura...I do miss you!
As two months old
They were placed |
by indira babbellapati on 5/24/2013 |
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Lost In The Din
The city at its busiest mode,
when the rush zoomed past him, |
by Pradip Chattopadhyay on 5/24/2013 |
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Sonnet XII: Nature’s Beauty Does Not Give But Only Lends
Nature’s beauty does not give but only lends;
Youth’s beauty lasts only but a short time |
by David Wood on 5/24/2013 |
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Twilight of the Gods
at the end of the line
there's a swinging door |
by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady on 5/24/2013 |
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I Say Unto Ewes
Isaiah Chapter 61: all and in response to the Hebrews 4: 11...The work of man is the work of man...And the work of God is the work of God...So I say u
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by AppleOfOurFathersEye Hephzibaz on 5/24/2013 |
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Fowler II
Fowler, wore, ore, roe, flow, owe, woe, lore, lower, low;
But, she sat on the mountain of love. |
by Edward Kofi Louis on 5/24/2013 |
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As The World Accepts Them
Lust!
With sins made very desirable in your own eyes; |
by Edward Kofi Louis on 5/24/2013 |