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  • Rookie - 14 Points Oloko Oyindamola (5/7/2013 6:16:00 AM) Post reply

    Only providence knows what tommorow holds
    Only Thy knows whose time it is to leave
    Only He knows for how long it would take
    Only Thy as the total control
    , , , , So Dear, , , , , , , , ,
    Would always be with you
    Either though times or smooth
    Would always be by you side
    Either you need me or not
    Would always be by your call
    Either you say a word or not
    Would always stretch an helping hand
    Either you need an help or not
    Would never make you sad
    Either you wrong me or not
    Would never make you cry
    Either you offend me or not
    Would never leave you
    Either you here or far away
    Saying all this from the depth of my heart
    But am not promising
    Because am not sure i would wake up tommorow

  • Rookie - 14 Points Mariona .c.richard (4/23/2013 9:01:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello everyone I need some help of how could I publish my poems, lyrics and books in here if you can help me please send a massage I would appreciate this if you help me step by step this is solo important for me! ! !

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    • Donnaj York (4/23/2013 6:52:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm sure there are other people here who know more than I do, but I know a little. Most people, I think, self-publish these days. Blurb.com is one website. You could Google " book publishing&q ... more

  • Freshman - 1,545 Points Lyn Paul (4/21/2013 4:21:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey Merry if ever you need any advice I am not the one to ask. It is Midnight Voice - Thomas A Robinson along with Valerie Dohen and Unwritten Soul. These 3 really have something to give to others. Thank You

  • Rookie - 182 Points Rose Lu (4/18/2013 4:51:00 PM) Post reply

    Thanks Titi so much for your posting. Yes, You are right.

  • Rookie - 182 Points Vladimir Vladimirov (4/17/2013 8:28:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello friends, would you say, if you understand the following, which a few bugs and how authentic it sounds, thanks.

    What people know, what people know
    about a road out of the blue snow.
    Oh bro, some say: it's, where the wind always blows,
    where Dawn is slow, and it seems now -
    it was a long-long time ago.
    But in the ghostly mist the lonely star calls go.

    What people see, what people see, -
    boat leaves the endless empty sea.
    His flags dissolved in smoke like passing fantasy.
    But even, if in ecstasy,
    he confidently promised,
    you always knew - the germ is only where the seed.

    What people need, what people need,
    does not know even the free wind.
    And those, who sought, wandered while doing it.
    But even our little band also prefers the happy end.
    Playing the saw for you we have this country beat.

    When all your dealings super good,
    sheep eaten by wolves in the woods,
    and when now doesn't happens every bullshit,
    train rides between the angry clouds,
    and all of what you'll never know,
    remained in place, you will not see until the need.

  • Rookie - 182 Points Varinia Alvarez (4/17/2013 5:56:00 AM) Post reply

    How could I love love, if love has never loved me. I am in bed alone and I cannot sleep, I am just fixing my memories by changing reality. El amor siempre Es rojo, y el cielo es muy palido.... Pero yo deseo verles por deseo y no antojo.

  • Rookie - 182 Points Elfakhri Yusif (4/17/2013 1:48:00 AM) Post reply

    pernahkah kamu memandangi hujan, dan merasa ia tak kunjung pergi?

  • Rookie - 182 Points Lance Pittman (4/16/2013 5:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I needs some help I have to write a sonnet for my English 102 class and I can't get meter to save my life. I'm hoping one of you fine folks will help me out. Here is my poem, feel free to rip it to shreds.

    What Will It Be?

    “What will it be Mac?” The bartender asks.
    I sit and ponder while I draw on my cigar,
    So many choices are there from his flasks.
    They range from the mundane to the bizarre.

    Do I fancy a Merlot from France,
    Or fine scotch from the Highland,
    Perhaps I should leave up to chance,
    Or tea from long-island.

    Shall I chase the green fairy,
    Or wait for the white lightning to strike?
    If I do things could get hairy,
    I can think of nothing I’d dislike.

    I sense that the answer is near,
    I’ll have one whiskey, one bourbon, one beer

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    • James Kastner (5/26/2013 11:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I love this stuff and was taught by professor who wrote this and grew up with it. I loved teaching it. Using know what you've been taught about metric and the sooner form (English sonnet in your poem) ... more

    • Rose Of Atthis (4/22/2013 11:50:00 AM) Post reply

      Lance this has the making of a very good poem, pleas give this a month of thought and then return with improvements

    • Michael Conner (4/16/2013 11:00:00 PM) Post reply

      Lance....I love this piece, ...good job. I almost hate to even be so bold as mess with it, but since you asked for tips on getting the meter to play out I gave it a go. Just my take on a different ... more

  • Rookie - 234 Points Shahzia Batool (4/13/2013 12:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    (A question! ! !)

    What is the status of awarding 10++++++ in the comment box, and not casting vote in the right column?or praising high while not casting a vote
    means contradiction in our judgement of poetry?

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    • Ace Of Black Hearts (10/29/2013 9:03:00 PM) Post reply

      My opinion is that either is a good sign, because if they are commenting or voting, it means they read your poem. Though sometimes I think we lack the willingness to critique, when some of us have th ... more

    • Unwritten Soul (4/13/2013 4:48:00 AM) Post reply

      To me it doesnt matter, either one is great to have maybe because when you drop the comment you have to reload the page before give it marks ...anyway we cant ask people to do all as long they fee ... more

    • Donnaj York (4/13/2013 1:56:00 AM) Post reply

      People don't tend follow rules, and when they do, not completely. Somtimes the rules aren't completely understood. I only have time to read a small portion of the poems coming into this site. Of wh ... more

  • Rookie - 234 Points Claire Peterson (4/11/2013 3:30:00 PM) Post reply

    I see you in the sunlight
    where the crimson sun will set.

    Your face shines in the sunlight
    so bright, so clear, so nice.
    your eyes twinkle like stars
    I stop and look at them twice.
    Your voice is like the wind
    so sweet, cool, and soothing
    whenever I hear it, my heart starts moving

    I see you in the sunset
    where all the colors meet.
    The crimson of the sun, is so very sweet

    The silhouette of your body
    tall, lean, and strong,
    makes me wonder; have I been good to him?
    All these months along?

    I sit down on the grass,
    beneath the crimson sun,
    while you stay standing there
    you are the only one

    You start to walk away,
    with the crimson sun behind you.
    I turn my head to watch
    but my mind cannot bare,
    that you just have left me
    sitting alone out there

    My heart tore to pieces
    until I felt a tap
    I turned around to see,
    I saw you standing there,
    looking down onto me.

    You sat down beside me,
    under the crimson sun.
    You held me in your arms and said,
    “You are my only one.”

    The crimson sun faded,
    and the sun turned to the moon;
    You said you aren’t going to leave me anytime soon.

    Under the moon,
    where there were stars up in the sky;
    we would lye there in the grass,
    as I would start to cry.

    You said you wouldn’t leave me,
    and I trusted that a ton;
    and I’m glad you said that,
    I am your only one.

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