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  • Jack Growden (1/6/2014 12:59:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Please feel free to read my recently updated collection, and rate and comment as you wish. It would be greatly appreciated, Jack Growden.

  • Terrance Tracy (1/5/2014 10:16:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Writing Poetry

    A poem is born of the inspiration
    and filled with perspiration
    and sometimes precipitation.

    Those who don't understand
    precipitation in the poem I am
    referring to tears that comes
    from writing from ones heart.

    Those who don't understand perspiration
    It is the hard work that's put into verse.

    You have brought nothing new to the table; if you
    keep writing these verses, they are rehearsed
    and won't contribute to your purse.

    I thought it best to get it off my chest,
    before I am put to rest with repeated rhymes
    used too many times.

    Writing poetry is like painting a picture
    using words instead of charcoal, oil, water color,
    or pastel.

    It seems that they prefer words used by muse,
    divine inspiration has no room they may have met
    their fate. It is a supernatural discourse
    that is preferred.

    I don't care if it rhymes too much or has
    been well rehearsed; either you like it
    are you dislike it, it really doesn't matter,
    we all have our own style that will be with
    us for a while.

    I do not mind constructive criticism
    so let's not call for a poetical exorcism.
    I think it's fair to say it appears poets
    have no sense of humor when you try
    to amuse a muse.

    If you are still reading this poem
    and it does not meet your expectations,
    or qualifications I apologize for
    using the wrong media to relay the frustrations.

    I have read beautiful poems in this forum
    however some of the poems are downright weird,
    such as this one.
    Terrence Tracy

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  • Doris Cornago (12/30/2013 8:59:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Should a poem pass a " standard" to qualify as a poem?Is lofty language or artistic form be some of these criteria for a poem's acceptance by the tribe of poets?What do you think tribal poets?

  • Doris Cornago (12/29/2013 3:22:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Hello, Poets. I just want to repeat a warning by my publisher that once I post a poem in PoemHunter, I cannot publish the same in amazon.com or any other publisher on account of SELF-PLAGIARISM. Would anybody care to confirm or refute this?I will be grateful for any authoritative view on this matter and I feel, most will be grateful for guidance. Can anybody from PoemHunter comment?

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    • Andy C (12/30/2013 11:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      I googled self-plagiarism and found a decent white paper on it at ithenicate.com. It is new and complex law. My best assessment is change your work a bit if you are going from publication to publicati ... more

  • Katherine Patrick (12/20/2013 11:14:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Im not new at writing poetry but i would like some honest feedback on some poems I posted. Can you guys go check them out?

  • Jamie Jordan (12/18/2013 3:35:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Deep Feelings
    Laying here thinking about how much a person can love someone. I wonder… You love him so much your world isn’t complete with him in it. Your days aren’t as bright without his amazing smile. Your body aches without his touch and the sense of hearing is not a good without the sound of his voice. He is and always will be the biggest and most important part of your life. Your love for him is deeper than the ocean and farther then the sky. The thought of him loving another is unreal to you. You can’t imagine him with someone else and he can’t even imagine loving another. When he’s asleep you just lay on his chest and listen to the calm sound of his heartbeat. When he kisses you the heart begins to race and knees start to buckle. You can’t seem to figure out WHY?Why do I love him so much?Why does my world revolve around him and only him?Then suddenly you wake up and realize it was all just a dream.

  • Cornell Sandifer (12/16/2013 6:37:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    When i think of poetry i think of imagery the more descriptive the more vivid the imagery and so we poets must make every efforts to rid our poems of lazy filler words. we all do it to some degree

  • Shaun York (12/15/2013 6:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Please give constructive criticism. I am by no means done.

    The man on the moon ran away when morning came
    And the earth reached up to touch
    His stiffly flowing veins.
    The wandering miles
    Brought him back
    To the land where
    Pressed flowers
    Kept their shelter
    In books
    long forgotten
    By name

    He ran beside the flying machines
    At dusk
    Amidst the fields and dreams
    And runways of
    Summer beetles,
    Tied and tethered

    But then the moon rose again in the hollowed out streets
    And he wept the wistful tears of
    Old hounds as they dream of
    Chases remembered, and
    Whimper
    In their sleep

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    • Kundan Ahuja (12/17/2013 5:30:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      The idea is good, and the poem rhymes well too. But at places the reader may feel lost.

  • Pranay Aich Roy (12/15/2013 12:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    To Those...
    To those, who brought us light,
    To those, who won the fight.
    The fight for truth, a fight for freedom,
    Which brought us the sun of the rising dawn.

    Thank you brothers and the sisters,
    To the thinkers and to the prolific writers;
    Without whom, we can’t thrive,
    We can’t die in peace, we can’t live life...

    Today in this world of lies,
    Their frame from the walls gently cries.
    Is this the world for which they desired?
    Is this the world for which they lived?

    But now who cares, now who thinks?
    They have the freedom in their dirty pair of hands.
    But they will never know when darkness will ring,
    Snatching away the unity and free air of our lands...

    This world is nothing, but a darkened path.
    Who will light it, who will tear it apart?
    Not those pairs shading the evils,
    But some pure pairs who will slay the devils....

    Pranay Aich Roy,
    VIII, South Point High School,
    Calcutta.

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    • Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/19/2013 7:17:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Beautiful! Sometimes the rhyme is not clear, but like Dickenson, you are able to get away with it by your diction and imagery. Thank you to " Those" !

  • Edward Webb (12/11/2013 6:20:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Serpent -

    E.Webb

    There hides a serpent in a; damp,
    dark,
    lipped cavern,

    long, moist and venomous,
    its known as the

    tongue,

    It can kill like a sharpened sword and draw not a drop of blood,
    weaves the air of which we depend and spins a silken word,

    to ears of another so heard, its venom travels as a wave,
    in forms of barbed syllables, it hisses from its cave,

    some who have minds unheard,
    are to it a traitorous slave,
    but no serpents words shall meet a heart,
    once ears are put to graves,

    Notes are best heard and remembered,
    when positive sounds,
    a fact as invisible as music,
    and apparent as swelling Bells

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