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  • Rookie Parmanand Potdukhe (5/11/2014 3:18:00 AM) Post reply
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    To day is only day with you
    we always thin about better tommorow
    when tommorow comes turn its in to day then we thing about better tommorow
    Tommorow never comes as tommorow and past also be like this
    so only day with us as to day and do a nice job for your self, family, and society too Have nice day

  • Rookie Julianna A. Laplante (5/6/2014 5:04:00 PM) Post reply

    I am new and I have only written two poems so far and I am very pleased with the responses I have been getting on them. Thank you for taking your time to read them if you have, and check them out if you haven't :)

  • Rookie Spandana Sarah (5/6/2014 8:32:00 AM) Post reply


    Up in the vale, deep in the meadow
    She glides her way through the blue-black shadow
    She walks alone, her voice full of modest
    Singing solo, for the death of her closest
    Along with tear her face lament strain
    For her voice with a melancholy main
    Beautiful than a spring-time cuckoo
    Sweeter than an Arabian Nightingale
    Her song binds the profound valley
    Her voice, that gives bravado
    To the agonized, to the haunted.
    She gives her voice salvaging all
    For all she sang, where has she dissipate
    Long after she’s gone,
    Her song dwelled in my heart, saying never to fail
    As, even, I am fragile, but for now left to hail.

    [ HI! ! I'm a 15 year-old -girl , I just started writing poems, about 6 months ago. I 'm eager in knowing my flaws and compliments. if you have to say something about my poems kindly mention them. Thank You - Spandana ]

  • Veteran Poet - 4,222 Points Primrose Tee (5/2/2014 2:33:00 PM) Post reply

    Wish i knew how to ryt my own poems: -(

  • Rookie - 72 Points Yash Shinde (4/30/2014 8:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Dear honest critics, I seek your reviews on this one.....

    ##To bosom thee.....I'll Rise...##..

    He was before his beloved,
    Kneeling on his thighs……..
    His shoulders down,
    With soulful cries…….

    Slid down his cheeks, like shiny pearls,
    The tears that his doleful eyes did shed….
    Was held in them a vision of his mistress,
    Who lied helpless in her cold deathbed….

    Bowing his head, lifting hands in plea,
    Breaking the silence, quoth he-

    ____”Once bound with the essence of thee
    ____I now wash the coast like a restless sea”
    ____”Powered by love my heart did bore,
    ____I’ll trace your impressions on the sandy shore….”

    ____”Turning stones time does flow,
    ____a model of valor, should you lie so low?”
    ____”your mellow fragrance in the darkness behind,
    ____tell me my precious, where will I find?”

    She raised her eyes, deep as a sea,
    In a soothing voice, quoth she-

    ____”See the alluring florets of rose that,
    ____bloom opening their carmine lips, ”
    ____”With a mellow scent, they invite,
    ____butterflies to deliver a kiss…..”

    ____”In blossom of rose you shall see me,
    ____that blooms with the kiss of thee..”
    ____”Amongst trodden hopes and dismal cries,
    ____like the sun of hope I will rise! ”

    ____”Thus like a rose dwelling
    ____in the eyes of thee”
    ____”In curls of petals,
    ____You shall find me…”

    With his blood hitting his veins like an edgy sea,
    In a painful voice quoth he-

    ____”Every blossom does wither with time,
    ____every Bonnie creation someday declines.”
    ____”In the withered remnants dispelled behind
    ____ tell me my love where would I find?”

    Wiping the tears his had shed.
    With calmness of a sage, his beloved said-

    ____”If you wash the shore like a restless sea.
    ____in spiriting rivers you shall find me..”
    ____”Which through meandering turns do make their course,
    ____and cut through boulders to reach their source…”

    ____”Like a river unifying with salinity of the sea,
    ____I lose my soul, and ally with thee..”

    ____”If like a graceful dove you’ll appraise the sky, ____
    ____like a breeze from the surface, I’ll rise” ____
    ____”Like a phoenix that rises from ashes to life, ____
    ____to wipe your tears from dust I’ll rise”____
    ____”Like an angel that dwells in heavenly paradise, ____
    ____to empower the oceanic tides, like moon I’ll rise”____
    ____”In my portrait I’ll live that dwells in your eyne,
    ____Like a fragrance that scents I’ll rise” ____

    - - -”Search me not the remnants behind,
    - - -But in the stillness of your soul, me you’ll find”
    - - -Mortals do vanish, true love never dies…
    - - -To bosom thee, from dead I’ll rise….


    The pearls slid smoothly over his facial curls,
    And wet the still heart that bore his name…
    The silent heart of a sacred soul,
    Dipped in the bloody tears, pious it became……

    Copyright © Yash Shinde 2014

    All suggestions and tips are welcomed.....

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  • Gold Star - 13,878 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/28/2014 2:16:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    writing poetry is an inborn creative talent which cannot be explained in words. As an artist draws so many pictures, a poet writes poems in such situations of convenience to him where thoughts provokes the poet for the creativity. The talent of poem writing is to be inspired by the world around him and the real experiences he achieves. A good poem sometimes ignites the minds of the readers and there may be different arguments and meanings among the readers on thepoems which is not a concern of the poet.

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  • Rookie - 885 Points Herbert Guitang (4/25/2014 12:13:00 PM) Post reply

    1.I am trying not to repeat words
    2. I am trying to use the words powerful to more and most powerful.

    A Place In You

    How can I have a place within you?
    I honestly care about your tender ways
    Thinking your protection every moment
    Loving every details of your life

    Understand whatever your past
    Forgetting what lies around and behind you
    I don’t mind what others ‘r saying
    Just give me a little room upon you

    Waiting cannot last any longer
    Because I will die early longing with you
    Shortness of life is everlasting to me
    If I had space in the kingdom of your heart

    Where will I stay in the rest of my days?
    To whom will I give my everlasting commitment?
    If your heart is open only for a dot-sized
    Will let me pass through a Place within
    and open widely to flow like a stream of Love inside you?
    herbert guitang

  • Freshman - 1,924 Points Darlene Walsh (4/25/2014 9:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    How do I write a poem, I really don't know. It starts with just a few words popping in my head, usually from something I've seen, heard, felt or read. Those words just feel like there are more to follow, so I start writing. If more words do follow I keep writing. When I'm done I put it away for a while. Then I read it a few times, first to see if what I wrote really makes any sense to me, then making little changes that make the words feel better. When I read it a few times and when I can't think of anything that make the words feel better, I'm done.

    I don't know if my poems are any good, but I like writing them, they make me feel better once they are done. Of course I'm always open to suggestions.

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  • Rookie - 18 Points Suman Kumar Das (4/19/2014 10:59:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Four Curses

    To weep
    Are needed two eyes,
    Need also tears.
    But the ones without eyes!
    How they shed tears?
    May those salty drops
    Brim in all their hearts,
    To a size of seven seas
    Of this super creation.

    To speak
    Are needed few words,
    Need also voice.
    But the ones without voice!
    How they talk words?
    May those unsaid sounds
    Inside their hollow hearts
    Echo million times
    As thunders crash in the sky.

    To walk
    Are needed two limbs
    Need also destination.
    But the ones without limbs!
    How they stride across the way?
    May those longing steps
    Trek mile after mile every night,
    Like the orbit around the sun,
    Revolve the planets in the galaxy.

    To listen
    Are needed two ears
    Need also mind.
    But the ones without ears!
    How they hear people?
    May those unheard strains
    Within their mute minds
    Join torn strings of lives’ guitar
    To play songs like musicians.

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    • Rookie - 18 Points Herbert Guitang (4/26/2014 5:26:00 AM) Post reply

      Great in balance of stanzas and balance of sylabications

    • Rookie - 18 Points Cleveland Gibson (4/23/2014 7:00:00 AM) Post reply

      I thought you handled the four curses well. Until, oh heck I thought of a fifth one: To Sleep. I can only guess it is a good thing when we wake up we've forgotten all our dreams, and the dreaded nig ... more

  • Rookie - 0 Points K.C Colt (4/11/2014 1:24:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I've been writing poetry for a many years and each time it gets challenging more and more.

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