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  • Angel Micheal (11/26/2012 4:20:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Riddle by Angel Micheal (aged 20)

    I decide many things,
    Rich or poor, losses or wins.
    Two faced I am not,
    Six faces I have
    None are naught.
    I decide how far you go
    2,3 or 4 places
    But any two of my faces
    are sure to give you seven
    marks or dots.

    What am I?

  • Angel Micheal (11/26/2012 4:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Don't forget the day
    Bad luck is on the way

    1 I woke up late
    2 And burnt my toast
    3 Spilt milk on shirt
    4 Dropped post in dirt
    5 Locked out of school
    6 Forgot my homework
    7 Fell off of chair
    (It was a dare)
    8 Best friend got sick
    9 Couldn't talk in English lesson
    10 Twisted ankle
    11 Favourite club got cancelled
    12 Mum crashed up car
    13 Dad drunk in bar

    I've had a dreadful day
    Bad luck came my way!

  • Angel Micheal (11/26/2012 4:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    1x1 Is lots of fun,
    2x2 Can have the 'flu',
    3x3 Looks at me,
    4x4 Bangs on the door,
    5x5 Has survived,
    6x6 Picks up sticks,
    7x7 Will go too heaven,
    8x8 Ate and ate,
    9x9 Must climb,
    10x10 Is the end

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  • Gulsher John (11/24/2012 12:14:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    good wishes to all inspired souls
    let's inscribe the rules for different poetic genre
    let's share how each of our sweet poet phrases his or
    her verse..........
    indeed via this way we can learn n refine our Poetic
    Art.....
    ........welcome you all to the poetry class

  • Jasmine Buschmann (11/23/2012 5:33:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    what am i ment to do,
    does he love me or not,
    everytime i talk to him e ignors,
    i dont no what to say,
    or how to feel,
    i cant react cause i have nothing to react to,
    thats alll i got

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/22/2012 2:12:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I have never liked it when poets rhyme life with strife....is that weird?: -)

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    • Justin Gonzalez (11/25/2012 5:47:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I don't think that's weird, I dislike it as well. When those words are used to rhyme with each other it sort of feels lazy to read and write it.

  • Chloe Raafdale (11/19/2012 8:32:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    A First Love Thought True


    He sits in his seat,
    With a smile on his face.
    But I know the truth,
    How his smile is a fake.

    For this young man,
    With very little to say,
    Has lost his first love.
    His true pride, and grace.

    He wonders why,
    It had to be him.
    Why his true love,
    Has flown like the wind.

    For when he came home,
    To his small little cottage,
    A note was left,
    With his name on it.

    He read the note,
    As tears sprung in his eyes.
    His love had left him.
    So he sat down and cried.

    For days he was sad,
    With sorrow building in his soul.
    He didn’t know what to do.
    He didn’t know where to go.

    As he read the note one night,
    Something strange happened.
    He didn’t cry.

    He put on a smile,
    And left his house.
    It had been so long,
    He needed to get out.

    So he went to a dear friends,
    And they talked up a storm.
    But still, he sat there,
    With a fake smile on his face.

    copyright (c) 2012

  • Yash Pradhan (11/19/2012 5:01:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    I like poetry very much & I want to improve my poems.

  • Gajanan Mishra (11/18/2012 9:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Writing poetry is everything for me. I write poetry I read poetry and I live with it.
    I believe the poet has got unbounded power
    The poet is master of limitless might
    And we can find the identity of a poet in his poems.

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    • Jake Javes (12/10/2012 2:23:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Agreed.. Sir your poems are great as well ..love it..

  • Godfrey Morris (11/17/2012 10:44:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Silent Soul



    I am a poet
    silently hidden in life's closet
    with half-measured expressions
    seeking to be made whole
    secret imagination longing
    to be bold
    I am the wind
    that echoes in your head
    I am your reason
    your silent unknown

    copyright(c) 2012

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