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  • Rookie Bruce Gatten (9/25/2011 12:52:00 PM) Post reply
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    I would like to contribute some poems to this form...the first is called, 'My Disconsolate Angel.' Comments are warmly welcomed, brcgatten@gmail.com

    'My Disconsolate Angel'

    Come, invites the wind,
    Let us dance...
    A tune to lighten your heart by,
    A song to give you strength.

    As you the days
    Tred your path
    Wait upon your love,
    Who comes to wake you
    'midst slumbering dreams...

    As the morning dew
    Refreshens you
    We take our leave
    from this mortal earth...

    We rejoice and
    slacken our chains
    and are free,

    My disconsolate angel.

  • Rookie Muslem Girle (9/1/2011 2:10:00 PM) Post reply

    I greet you with a greeting of Islam:
    Peace, mercy and blessings of God
    To all the people love the freedom of thought....... And search for the truth, then lost his way
    To everyone hated getting lost in the darkness of injustice and unfair........
    . And wanted to fill his eyes from the light of Justice.........
    This is the scientific miracles in the Quran which was revealed to the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him a thousand and four hundred years, to be at the directory and proof that the Quran is the word of the Creator of the universe:

    crocking verse
    'Even if they came to the ants said Wade O ants Enter your dwellings
    may Solomon and his soldiers break you, they do not feel '
    Do you know why god used the word 'break'?
    A few years ago a group of scientists from Christians met for search
    about Error in the Book of Allah until proven their argument that Islam is a religion in which no truth
    And began turning the Koran, and studying the verses, until they reached the verse that I mentioned at the beginning of my talk, or rather, when the term
    Here they felt joy and pleasure _ because they have found an error -as their thought -
    they said that the word 'break' of smashing, crushing and cracking
    How can it be broken ant?
    They are not of a substance subject to crash!
    So word did not come in place,
    And began to spread, which they saw as a great discovery, and did not find any
    response on the lips of a Muslim man..
    After the discovery of years ago, Australian scientist emerged long conducted research
    On the weak creature to find what does not expect everyone on the planet
    It was found that the ant contains a large proportion
    Of the material glass! !
    so (break) word was in the true place
    Following this.the Australian scientist declared his Islam
    'Glory to God.... Aziz al-Hakim', not to know who is gentle and the creation of an expert,
    Dear Reader, do you see after this doubt that the Koran is the word of the Almighty Creator..........
    If you still doubt that I advise you to read books about Islam to reflect you the truth.. That Islam is a religion of mercy and peace and is the lifeline of humanity from the darkness of atheism and blasphemy.....? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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  • Rookie Muslem Girle (9/1/2011 1:43:00 PM) Post reply

    Mountains of Makkah

    Oh Mountains of Mecca, what can you say
    Of the day that Abraham passed your way
    And He was instructed by God to build
    A House of peace where people will pray

    And they will come on every lean camel and out of every ravine
    For the purpose of praising Allah, to glorify Allah

    Oh Mountains of Mecca, what can you tell
    Of the day when stones from the sky fell
    Destroying an army determined to break
    The House of Allah that Abraham built

    Oh Mountains of Mecca, how was the dawn
    On the day that my Prophet Muhammad was born
    How did it feel knowing he was to be, the last and most beloved of all
    Rasul of Allah, Nabi of Allah

    Oh Mountains of Mecca, you were there
    When the Prophet Muhammad climbed down in despair
    Engraved in his heart were the words of his Lord
    To all of mankind this was his call

    La illaha illAllah, Muhammad-u-Rasullullah
    Oh people praise only Allah, Glorify Allah

    Oh Mountains of Mecca, how did you mourn
    On the day that the beloved returned to his Lord
    And up till the last breath escaped from his lips
    He prayed that his Ummah would find success

    Oh Mountains of Mecca how will it feel
    When the earth shall quake and tremble with fear
    And we shall be gathered together to stand
    In the court of Allah with our deeds at hand

    Oh how we pray that on that day, we'll be with those to whom Allah will say
    Peace be with you, I am pleased with you

    Oh Mountains of Mecca, Bear witness that I
    To the oneness of Allah do I testify
    For all that He's given me, How can I deny
    My purpose in life should be only to cry

  • Rookie Martin Lochner (8/29/2011 7:32:00 AM) Post reply

    the marching song

    Mindless things
    the stars, the mountain and the river
    as a thousand men march off to battle!

    connecting the blinking dots
    you draw your face on the canvas of eternity

    March! March! March!

    following the pined curves
    you etch your body against its everlasting marble

    March! March! March!

    deathless the river flows
    Sprouting life as far as its splendour goes

    Mind me!
    As we reach the killing ground

    a thousand men will soon be forgotten
    dispatched under heavens studded indifference
    Laughing skulls chalking away on the windy mountain

    and the stained river leaving the valley
    with thousand gallons of our blood

    Mind me!
    As young men awkwardly leaves the killing ground

    Thinking they would live forever
    They fell silent in tagged body bags!

  • Rookie Jim Farr (8/4/2011 8:20:00 PM) Post reply

    something short and simple...

    when you lay down at night
    surrender yourself to the moonlight
    is it me you dream of
    in the still air of night

    when creatures of the day depart
    huddle together as it grows dark
    do thoughts of me now spark
    your sleeping lips to part

    I welcome everyone to visit my page and Comment on any of my poems. Id like feedback to see what im doing right and what i need to work on as a writer

  • Rookie Rik Bertrand (7/28/2011 10:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Missing You

    Together we have our differences but we are one.
    Together we sometimes allow our emotions to hinder our feelings.
    Together we live in both harmony and strife.
    Together we are intertwined in life and love.

    But there are times when we are not together.
    There are times when we are distanced by many miles.
    There are times when I am alone without your touch or your smell.
    There are times when I think that there is no life without you.

    I miss you so much that I cry out in the night your name.
    I feel pain in my heart that bids your forgiveness for parting.
    Although the pain and the dreams are torturous, I praise their presence;
    For they are the reminder of what I miss most in life, YOU.

    I miss you my love, you are my reason for being,
    You are the breath that fills my lungs with the very oxygen of life.
    You are my goddess of love, my princess, my lady of the night.
    I love you with all my heart, may we always be together, even when apart.

    REB JULY 2011 (Dedicated to Leen, the love of my Life)

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  • Rookie Rylie Shoop (7/16/2011 4:33:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Feedback Please :)

    I only long to be near you.
    I only yearn just to feel the touch of you on my skin.
    And this is the only more that I can do.
    I can only long, yearn, and wish for you.
    The night you told me it was over, was a stab in the heart.
    My heart ached, 'Oh, woe is me.'
    My brain screamed, 'Can this be true? '
    My whole body shaking from head to toe from this traumatic experience.
    Grabbing the nearest thing to me I cried.
    Tears flowed out like a new Spring morning.
    Spring tears.
    Coming early into the year.
    No stopping them.
    No telling when they will come again.
    Just know that when you come knocking again on the door towards true love,
    I will be ever-so-cautious and hesitant once again.
    For I have lost the love that I love the most,
    to distance.

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    • Rookie Denise Sarabia (7/28/2011 10:50:00 PM) Post reply

      A poem should really be 'free' in form.. I like your piece. But I think this, and your other works, will be more appreciated if you'll be more descriptive..

  • Rookie Cuppy Cakeeys (7/7/2011 6:50:00 PM) Post reply


    Thank You

    I thank you for your kindness
    I thank you for your hugs.
    I thank you for everything.
    Thank you.
    Thank you for teaching me the right things.
    Thank you for curing my grief with your smiles.
    Thank you for wiping my tears away.
    Thank you for saying 'I love you' every night I go to bed.
    Thank you for raising me to be a great person.
    Thank you for being my role model.
    Thank you.

    Thank you for giving me the courage to be strong.
    Thank you for the humor that makes me laugh forever.
    Thank you for giving me everything I need.
    Thank you for cheering me on when I need it.
    Thank you for the hugs that make me smile.
    Thank you for raising me with all your love.
    Thank you.

    Thank you for being my parents and giving me a family.
    Thank you.

  • Rookie Cuppy Cakeeys (7/7/2011 6:49:00 PM) Post reply


    The End

    The smell, the fragrance of death,
    covers the air above the cemetery.
    The flesh, the bones underground.
    Nothing more, nothing but this.
    The souls have risen, the souls have gone.
    They've all disappeared,
    Nothing but the past.
    Dusty graves, misty night.
    All have gone but not yet the night.
    Soon it will be, soon there will be,
    others born, and others who depart.
    for the new, who knows nothing of this cruel empty world.
    Life never always kept.
    Once something starts, for that must end.
    Must this story must the end.

  • Rookie Cuppy Cakeeys (7/7/2011 6:48:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    He walks past me for all I know
    A stolen breath, a breeze I shiver.
    My heart races for all his love
    Only him is that I see.

    I can't help but to be a dreamer
    With rays of light shone on desire
    His beauty and strength I wish to have
    And his manners I melt to see.
    His voice so gentle, I cannot move
    I but stare and wish to love.
    When our eyes meet and I see warmth
    Looking elsewhere, I blush away.
    I cannot speak my words to him
    Or else hurricanes and earthquakes come.
    My heart uncontrollably punches and stomps
    When his presence is a step away.

    He walks past me for all I know
    A stolen breath, a breeze I shiver.
    My heart races for all his love
    Only him is that I want.

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    • Rookie Unknown But Will Be (5/13/2014 12:53:00 PM) Post reply

      I love this poem, you asked for feedback and here it is: gorgeous, and completely relatable. Only complaint, work on the rhythm, rythm adds more fluidity to a poem, but overall i would give it a 8 out ... more

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