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  • Rookie Jonathan Antol (8/7/2013 11:55:00 PM) Post reply
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    What I've lost, Please comment

    It wasn't always this way, the way of sadness and aloneness. I used to be happy and comfortable with everything about myself. It turns out once you get older you lose yourself to the point where you forgot the warmth of comfort or the joy and happiness that used to come naturally.

    It starts with love. You know, the kind of love that makes you feel like you and that other person are the only humans alive and you have a bond of nylon rope wraped in diamond that could never be broken. By the time I thought I knew what love was she was gone out of my life forever and I had lost love. I kept looking for it though through time and time again I thought I saw it in other girls but I have come to the reality that it's gone out of my life forevermore.

    Next I lost care and sense of responsibility. I broke all the rules unknowing that trouble lie with each broken one. I had traded in my common sense for a fun time.

    Finally, I lost blood. Either by a razor blade across the skin woven together so careful or an eraser burn down my arm to prove that I can take the pain. I am now left with emptiness, worthlessness, and hopelessness.

    I hope someday to buy back my common sense, to dig far enough to find that long lost sense of love, and to get in trouble enough times to where someone glues my care and responsibilty back in my brain.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/7/2013 2:53:00 AM) Post reply

    Our heart was in his eyes.
    And the overall touch of the hands.
    It all was the smell of spring
    The time when we have more people to love.
    He was shot between the eyes straight
    And we're lying in the shadow of the heart
    you and me.
    Wish you were my only you
    And my hands then they would call your hips.
    She was you wish you love
    like fire in the depths of the ocean floor,
    as the depth of the fire at the bottom of the heart.
    And when I was walking with his feet in the sky heart
    And looking through the rainbow for both
    then, I wondered,
    it's worth it or not.
    because love is simply.
    And there was fear in the hands on the shoulders of both
    Because love does not know the right questions.
    Maybe I was one of love,
    only one big heart for both,
    even for love requires at least two?

  • Freshman - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (8/6/2013 8:31:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

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    For Whom the Hour Tolls
    By: Adam M. Snow

    For whom the hour tolls,
    beyond the smoke and mirrors;
    the speeding of devoted souls,
    perching, like a somber crow-
    on time itself, afraid to go.

    Entranced by a tune of many flaws,
    the child we are, like an ant in a labyrinth.
    A victim to its own laws,
    aging with time not the hour;
    a life like a gentle flower.

    Like sands from an hourglass, we fall,
    with no purpose, but that of our own.
    In our dreams we see it all,
    the tragedy of this world has befallen,
    the great of man has fallen.

    For love, we do not mourn the loss of man,
    in the wake of time itself.
    We mourn the lies that once did stand,
    in the hopes of what sorrow may bring,
    a tragedy of a king.

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    • Freshman - 544 Points Sarina Mccabe (8/14/2013 9:07:00 PM) Post reply

      This poem is masterfully written! The message of your poem (as I interpreted it) was beautiful. The only thing that I would suggest is that you consider removing the word " like" from th ... more

  • Rookie Sunil Gahlot (8/6/2013 9:12:00 AM) Post reply

    Barf..by Sunil Gahlot
    kuch jaise jam sa gaya hai bheetar..
    na jane ummeden hain ya sapne....!
    koi to aag laga do..
    ye manzar zara pighla do...! !

    kuch khidkiyan hai kahin...
    jo khulti hai badi mushkil se...!
    shayad inhone sab kuch bohot kareeb se dekha hoga..
    koshish karun kholne ki to bohot aawaz karti hai..
    shayad kuch dard hota hoga...
    aandiyon me apne pankh khatkhati hain..
    darti hain in hawaon k shor se...saham sa jati hain..
    koi ye kiwad laga do..!
    mera sukooon lauta do...! !
    koi to aag laga do..
    ye manzar zara pighla do...! !

    sapne kuch kache pakke se the..
    kuch dhundhle dhundhle se...
    kuch tere mere the aur kuch mere tere se..
    pata nahi kun inka rang badal gaya hai...
    kahin inko kuch to ho gaya hai...
    ujiyare jaisa gora tan tha..
    youvan to jaise charam par tha..
    haalat kuch beemar se lagte hain..
    koi to ilaz kara do..
    koi to ilaz kara do..
    koi to aag laga do..
    ye manzar zara pighla do...! !

    is barf ki barish ne bada nuksaan kia hai mera..
    kuch ek barso se jeena dushwar kia hai mera...
    ek imarat banani thi mujhe zindgi ki...par ab vahan kaam rooka hua sa hai....!
    armano ne bataya k saaman khatam hua sa hai..! !
    bola hai k abhi bohot yaden lagengi..Ab mujhse naye yaaden nahin banti...
    kuch lamho ka udhar bandobast karwa do...! !
    kuch yaden dila do..! !
    mera makan bana do..! !
    koi to aag laga do..
    ye manzar zara pighla do...! !

    - A poem by my friend Sunil Gahlot..
    Check out the youtube link below to feel Sunil's words in his own voice.

  • Gold Star - 10,816 Points Edgar Stevens (8/6/2013 3:46:00 AM) Post reply

    Poem Hunter Poetry Contest has officially started. You can enter with your favorite poem now or write a new one and submit it before August 31st,2013.

    Prize is $1,000 for the winner and $250 for the 2nd and 3rd place..

    You can write in any poetic style and on any subject.

    Entering the contest is free.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/5/2013 1:51:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Do not tell me dear,
    that love is no longer
    and that you and I
    only two memory
    in the wind without passion.
    Do not tell me dear,
    that our blue wings
    the ice was wrapped.
    Do not tell me dear,
    Hope that long gone,
    even though they are still hot lips
    and the heart still wants to.
    Do not ask a dear,
    one of us will lose more.
    You Honey,
    you know,
    I can love others
    as I have loved you.
    But you, dear,
    do not love you
    I loved as I do.
    And maybe that someone will love the spotlight Moon
    Who knows?But that someone will not like me,
    I do that a long time I was your face.
    And Honey, happened to us all
    and at the end without a handshake and a kiss good-bye.
    For everything that once was.

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    • Rookie - 0 Points Badboy Vibes (8/5/2013 11:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      Why are you posting this....stuff, here?....If you can write some English then surely you can read it to?...Read what this thread is for and you may realise just how dis-respectful your attention seek ... more

  • Rookie - 29 Points Badboy Vibes (8/3/2013 11:03:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I post here for feedback regarding age suitibility for my poem...Not for attention seeking...I love to write poems/rhymes...but realise that there is no money to be made in it...unless you can pull in the story books for kids???? Rhymes for kids cant be that difficult to do, can they?...I have tried...I dont think I have succeded very well as the point in the story is maybe too much for the age group that such a story/poem is for?

    Basicly...what age group do you think would enjoy this poem?

    Never Ever Keep A Whale In Your Pond

    Did you ever hear of the tale,
    about the Man...who kept in a small pond...a rather huge Whale.

    (in my opinion, he should have gone to jail)

    In the pond...the Whale would miserably sit,
    whilst the Man`s friends...all stared and pocked at it.

    Then one night...the rains did heavily drop,
    and from the pond...the Whale did hop.

    (not much of a hop, more of a twist and a belly flop)

    And still the rains...did not cease to stop.

    Flooding the land and lifting the house,
    up a tree...ran a door mouse.

    Then the house started to move and float,
    being nudged by the Whale...it was now moving like a speed boat.

    To the Ocean...they set sail,
    the house being pushed...by the huge Whale.


    Now the man lives...all out at sea,

    with the Whales charging Dolphins...a small fee,

    to see The Monkey...that belongs...back in a tree.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/3/2013 2:17:00 AM) Post reply

    Inviting and threatening
    such as these.
    And not a toy.
    It is a steep hill,
    Escape the everyday.
    the mountain
    and the crazy
    and crazy you
    that the mountain rushes.
    And calling,
    invites you
    it can mount its peaks
    smell to its flourishing gardens.
    Gardens of the gods.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/3/2013 2:13:00 AM) Post reply

    Not for sale,
    As long ago been awarded,
    Not for sale,
    As the gold is framed.
    And you read the lips,
    and eat you in your eyes,
    it's not you.
    You're like a trophy,
    Carrying gold gloves,
    because he wants to,
    because he is rich,
    and your ATM.
    Maybe it's your your mat?
    A position as a pad?

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (8/2/2013 2:54:00 AM) Post reply

    PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! I am a young, aspiring poet. Feel free to rate and comment on my pieces. Thanks, Jack Growden

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