(12/10/2014 5:06:00 AM)
that was a truly beautiful poem
(12/7/2014 3:58:00 AM)
Children of the Slums
Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.
Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
mud merged with remnants of God knows who.
Imagine breathing in thick layers of sooty dust -
the colors sullen, lifeless and dull.
Imagine smelling the scent of faeces and decay,
of diseases and of death every single day.
Imagine your belly gurgling with hunger and distraught,
sniffing glue - the only way to delude.
Imagine walking on rickety bridges -
a step amiss and drown you will in these murky watery ditches.
Imagine wearing the same old rags - all tattered and torn,
being beaten and battered, no rights of which to call your own.
Imagine having silly daydreams of going to school
but there's not a penny to spare - not even for a worn-out book.
But alas, imagine no more for such children exist,
with ghosts clouding their starry dreams
And death hanging heavy upon their tiny, little feet.
(12/6/2014 3:44:00 AM)
Timothy Winters is a great poem
(12/6/2014 3:42:00 AM)
How do I make a poem in this website
Antonio Cabral Filho
(12/4/2014 4:39:00 PM)
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ACORDO DE PAZ
Casalzinho na cozinha
" que eu te isso, qué?!
eu te aquilo; vem, vem! "
Aí um casal de caga-sebo,
que nem se encontra na feira,
pousou na janela
e ficou catando piolho
um no outro
ao som de pequenos pios,
arrumando as peninhas
um do outro,
numa cena tão cheia de paz
e com a maior fartura de amor
tão grande que o casalzinho
parou a briga selada aos beijos.
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(12/4/2014 2:07:00 PM)
trash talk has no place in poetry this detracts from a writers work we as writers should hold our poetry to a high standard something to be proud of as it represents us as people.
(12/4/2014 2:03:00 PM)
presentation is very important when reading a poem correct spelling and proper spacing makes the poem easy to read. writing in quatrains is a good example
Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
(12/2/2014 5:03:00 PM)
Very beautiful poems you have posted here, Tom. Thanks.
(11/23/2014 8:42:00 AM)
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POETS ARE THE BELL RINGERS of THE SOUL
Poets as a rule are high on adventure
Like wondering bards or prophets today.
Embracing hearts and minds with wisdom
Casting through verse their visions at play.
Poets have their dreams and their nightmares
Of love, life, death, faith and war.
They feel the pain and tragedy of others
Even those they’ve never met before.
They fan the flames of human compassion
With their stories of the failings of man.
Professing to follow a higher power
As they recruit whomever they can.
Poets are the bell ringers of the soul
As they depict the past, the present and beyond.
They sound their alarm of what lies ahead
As the missteps of man live on.
POETS AND POEMS
Poetry blossomed long before Shakespeare, Milton or Poe.
It thrived prior to Solomon and the languages of old.
Poetry today offers itself more often in the form of music
Then in sonnets and poems as the legends of life unfold.
Man has his fear of loneliness, death and the hereafter
As authors compose his doom, desperation and glory.
All hear the words of both good and evil
With too many that fall for the wrong story.
The falsehoods of life find it hard to hide
From the word of God’s poets and poems.
Sharing their joy, frustration and sorrow
By voice, Internet, radio, or books, in our homes.
Poets and poems help man become more human
As the storms of life proliferate their toll.
Poets and poems were put here for a reason
To help tame the savage that dwells in our soul.
GOD’S MOST HUMBLE POET
I’m God’s most humble poet
Whose poems have meter and rhyme.
Stories of love, faith, hate, honor and duty,
Obedience, war, heroes, history and crime.
I’ve performed my gift on T.V. and radio
Before millions I’ve never met.
Preached my praise of God and country
With 750 poems on the net.
Satan’s soldiers, shepherds and bards
Spew forth their foulness and grief.
They attack the joy and goodness of man
Dishonoring life, family, country and belief.
Prospering through work, love and conviction
Enables us to remain whole and how we should be.
Fortifying our soul with fulfillment of faith
Lets our worst tribulations be shouldered by Thee.
Moses, Samson, David, Solomon and Jonah
All failed God in their own human way.
He chose to forgive them and bless their powers
So they might dwell in hearts of man today.
Without God’s grace, wisdom and glorious domain
There’s no doubt all would soon cease to survive.
Through purpose, morals, faith and conviction
We are able to transform and keep goodness alive.
EDGAR ALLAN POE
One of America’s most famous writers
Was born in Boston, January of 1809.
Both his parents were failing actors
And his father was drunk most the time.
In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappeared
His mother died soon after.
A childless couple took him in
Raising him with love and laughter.
Edgar had a Negro nurse
Who brought him to her quarters.
There he listened to ghost stories
Far beyond Earthly borders.
The strange tales he later wrote
May have come from her inspiration.
The words she used to describe death
Gave Poe his taste for sensation.
The Allan’s moved to England
Where Poe attended boarding schools.
There’s no doubt his time spent there
Sharpened his skills as tools.
Returning to Richmond and back in school
He began to compose new verse.
Heavy debts forced him to leave college
As his life took a turn for the worse.
Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to Boston
Where he was unable to find employment.
A young printer agreed to publish his poems
Giving him hope and enjoyment.
Penniless, Poe enlisted in the army
And was accepted to West Point in 29.
Poe couldn’t stand not being a writer
Self-imposing his dismissal from The Line.
Afterward he became an editor and critic
And married his cousin who was thirteen.
Six years latter he discovered she was dying
Suffering once more the unforeseen.
He went through periods of insanity
Caused by grieving and functional fall.
He smoked opium and drank too much
Till at his doorstep death would call.
Edgar Allan Poe the master of verse
Still lives in our hearts today
Famous for The Raven and other great works
May his soul rest in peace we pray.
The prize jewels of any nation
Are the philosophers of the heart.
How they think is universal
For it’s God who makes them so smart.
Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose
To compose is but their duty.
Poets have no reason to lie
When the truth is always so clear.
All that others say and do
Is but food for the poet's ear.
One merit of a poet's work
Which most cannot deny.
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.
God sent His poets down to Earth
With words of wisdom and of worth.
That they might touch the souls of men
And bring them back to Him again.
A GOOD POEM
A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn't need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.
A good poem is like the flower
The lily or the rose.
God plants it in a poet's brain
And there its beauty grows.
A good poem like a cardinal
Is pregnant with song
You can’t help but hear its message
As it sings what's right or wrong.
A good poem helps us remember
What the joys of life are for
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking at our door.
By God's Poet
Most Published Poet
On The Web!
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(11/20/2014 11:50:00 AM)
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The essential rules of poetry are: to keep the poetry coming, to read poetry by others, to study the poetic forms, to attend open mics (listen to the spoken word) , to look for other rules to bend, to revise, to connect with other poets, to share your work, to submit and to publish on your own.Replies for this message:
(12/17/2014 12:10:00 AM)
This is a wonderful list of rules of poetry. I had my doubts about the term RULES but if rules means these ten items I'm 100% committed to them. There were several I accept with special fervor. For ex ... more
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
(11/23/2014 12:56:00 PM)
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And defend your work whether you write traditional verse or advant garde..It's your work..no one elses..
(11/22/2014 12:43:00 PM)
Nice words about poetry. Thanks.
- Daniel Brick (12/17/2014 12:10:00 AM) Post reply
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the clumsy menace,
couldn't stay on the wall ...
it was inhabitable anyway ...
rather livid ...