Writing Poetry

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  • Prasanth K Jose (7/23/2014 2:00:00 AM) Post reply



    Born a bud,
    Bloomed to a flower.

    How it blooms!
    As a baby learning to walk
    It grows,
    little and little
    In color, shape and size.

    Oh! a maiden
    i saw in it.
    Butterflies and bees
    came to seek her hand.

  • Kalam Azad (7/21/2014 7:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Bullet-pierced Map

    The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
    If the stars return back
    Nobody will stare at the sky
    Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
    In the window appears the untimely cloud

    The map shivers in the western desert-wind
    If that poisonous hand pierces bullet in the heart of Green and Red

    In the electricity light the traders’ city illuminates
    The sun seems to be one-hundred sixty million people
    The blood-red line that appears on the crimson Sun seems pale

    In the Eastern rays the imperialism will be burnt to ashes.

  • X. L. Woo (7/20/2014 1:42:00 PM) Post reply

    The Highway

    I'm driving on Highway I-95,
    On a long journey to south and sea.
    I start from the Garden State,
    All the way down to Florida.
    I seem traveling on a gossamer
    Of the national highway cobweb
    Woven by a giant spider
    All over the United States of America.
    The great artificial structure
    Is the world's ninth wonder.
    I enjoy the view of verdure
    On either side of the thread-
    The line on the face of the Earth,
    The artery of the transportation.
    I enjoy the happy high speed,
    Of course at the speed limit(!) .
    Who wants to get into trouble
    With the interstate police,
    That will spoil the traveling ecstasy,
    And cost extra expenses?
    I enjoy driving on highways
    For thousands of smooth miles
    Without hindrance of traffic lights
    Till reaching the goal of my life!

  • Meshack Bankole (7/17/2014 2:47:00 PM) Post reply

    Yah..! To create a beautiful poem, I believe attaching it to an imagery in our minds can do add more essence and creativity. Also, allowing life experiences to help us give birth to beautiful poems...

  • Eesha Raaziah Naqvi (7/16/2014 1:54:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello poets! Glad to return!
    I prefer writing what I observe and feel, simultaneously. I focus on what I see through my heart. For me, poetry is all about imagination and creativity, instead of logic.
    I invite you people for a discussion because opinions of others matter the most, they may help unlock many new and refined visions!

  • Esterina Matsaba (7/12/2014 11:56:00 AM) Post reply

    with all due respect. I would like to greet you all. I am new here in poem hunter and I don't know where I can post my poems/ publish my poems. can anyone please tell me how I can publish and manage my own poems.

  • X. L. Woo (7/10/2014 9:43:00 AM) Post reply


    When the scorching sun's high at noon,
    I run from here to there,
    From east to west, north to south,
    Through the fields, over the ditches,
    Up the slope, over the summit,
    Down the hill, to the valley,
    Into the woods, through the glade,
    Not in search of ores, nor of gems,
    Neither of buried treasures,
    Which everyone seeks,
    But of the element- H2O;
    Not to quench my thirst,
    Nor to wash my hands or face,
    But to water a withering rose,
    Lonely and deserted in a nook.

  • Daniel Y. (7/9/2014 6:45:00 PM) Post reply

    O, How Lovely

    Lately I've been interested in rhyming with vowel sounds (assonance) , and only similar consonants. Like passed and crash. They can approximate each other's sounds. I've done a little exploring with syllabic, imperfect, weak rhymes, and half rhymes. There's something almost more elegant; perfect rhymes are overused and stereotypically reserved for childrens poems. This is also unfortunate because of the beauty and impact children's poems can have.

    As always I'm interested in the voice which has not been heard, in objects and people and groups. Objects are voiceless, abused, and abandoned. So that if they suddenly gained a voice, we would all be moved with compassion. The narrative and the technique is less interesting to me than the point. I think any kind of art is really useless if it isn't saying anything. That being said, emotions are sometimes inarticulate, and still the most important things to talk about.

    I also have an interest in concrete poems- poems that make images with the words. Unfortunately, this doesn't really work in the poemhunter format. The only thing that really keeps is single spaces between letters. I can construct mind-blowing poetry in using space as a medium to talk about the words.

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/6/2014 9:26:00 PM) Post reply

    And who am I? and I think it has no answer.
    We are nothing and nothing and nothing.
    Sometimes, we are thinking we are an instrument.
    But it is not always right. it is also right- nothing is wrong.
    I think we are a part of the same process
    That is going on and on.
    The purpose is not known.
    We are to love only while going
    Through this processes and
    We are helpless to do anything.
    The only truth what I feel.

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/6/2014 9:21:00 PM) Post reply

    I am not writing poems but the poems are being written by me.
    And I am forced to write, out of my life's experiences.
    And what is my life that I failed to understand.

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