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  • Rookie - 83 Points Bullion Grey (9/3/2009 7:43:00 PM) Post reply
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    Dearest poets each and one, your hearts arise while walking as one.
    Rocks and dirt, and grassy greens, sand and earth and hills of dreams.
    You inspire many, often without notice. But I wanted to share what you have done for me.
    Some have asked what I wanted to know. Others answered questions not even asked. There were some that made me feel, deep inside,
    and some made me see how far I've got to yet travel.
    Once a poet made tears from my soul, and then another healed me and
    urged me on to grow. There are those that try to say their mind,
    and those who come lost like the blind. I check in each day to see
    and learn and know. With great gratitude and thankfulness I am able
    to visit and always leave with at least a new thought, view or poem.
    Thank you,
    Bullion Grey

  • Rookie - 0 Points tljohnson3320@gmail.com Johnson (8/24/2009 2:36:00 PM) Post reply

    hey if you get time check out my poems and tell me what you think.

  • Rookie Nikunj Sharma (8/22/2009 10:33:00 PM) Post reply

    Get magnetised and feel your adrenalin pumping up...read my poem called Magnets. This in top 500 poems...also if you feel grateful for women folks read my poem....'Let her not sacrifica anymore' if these two poems touch your heart...then rate them too...

  • Rookie Kaspa Richards (8/10/2009 2:32:00 PM) Post reply

    to all fellow poets, when and if you have time to spare any comments and contrcutive opinions are welcome on my new poem 'My Reconstruction' thank you for your time

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-reconstruction/

  • Rookie Forest T. Jones (8/9/2009 3:33:00 PM) Post reply

    The 'he' of poetry -
    When he drowns;
    his clothes suffer.

  • Rookie Genesis Cairo (8/5/2009 11:50:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Slave
    Will there ever be a day where iam no longer a slave
    Captivated by the humdrum existence of the everyday
    In a trance with the presistance the insistance of my bleeding heart
    which decides without as much as a why That your the one i should love
    Forget the logic Or the events of our two personalities clashing Only one word can summarize us Chaotic
    tragic in a way how can something give me blissful pleasure
    But can cause bone crushing pain
    So many of my question remain unchanged
    how can i allow this madness to lead me so far away
    i kan hardly remenice myself
    Aristotle once belived we all have a predestined soulmate
    Then please heavenly father tell me where can i find him
    ANd why have you rplaced him with this loveless love with no substance.

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    • Rookie Kimberly Lindsey (8/23/2009 2:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Indeed. this poem gets right to the point. I enjoyed reading it, and can relate to with my whole being. I am there, right now. Anyway, I like it very much. Kimberly

    • Rookie Dakota Kary (8/16/2009 5:48:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I like your poem, but im curious as to where your inspiration to writing this came from?

  • Rookie Nenes Camacho (7/29/2009 11:32:00 AM) Post reply

    Poem 1
    i just want to say,
    that i think about you everyday
    but please don't think i am obsessed,
    just because of this thing i confessed.

    i just really like you,
    but you see, i don't know what to do
    cuz, all i wanna actually do is interact,
    but to me, it seems like you don't wanna talk, in fact.

    i would love nothing more
    to be with you for
    just a little bit
    talking about useless sh*t.

    Please, i am not obsessed, or a pervert,
    please don't think i am or i will be hurt
    I don't want anyone to think something so untrue,
    especially you.

    sometimes you make me sad,
    I'm thinking 'did i do something? ', 'is she mad? '
    i just don't understand why you don't reply
    every time i try
    and text you.
    its like what did i do?

    god and now i sound like a pussey for saying all of this
    damn. no bigger pussey exists.
    why do i have to be so open about what i feel?
    what the heck is my deal?



    Poem 2
    Man, you are impossibly pretty,
    but i look ridiculously sh*tty.
    why do i think i have a shot?
    when you're so hot and i'm so not.

    i am so boring, uninteresting, and dull
    while you have a mysterious lull.
    god, you're so pretty, u should tell a rose how to be beautiful.
    so many songs remind me of u
    of what you are, and what you do.

    i always think about holding your hand.
    and maybe laying down with you in the sand.
    i hate people who only like you cuz they think you're 'hot'
    i freaking hate them a lot

    there is so much more to you
    and even though that sounds sounds corny
    its true.
    and what makes me even sicker, is that they get horny.

    to me, personalities are first, then looks come next
    not second persona, and first sex.
    I am also very deep, and mature for how old i am
    c'mon, i write freaking poems for god's sake, damn.

    or maybe its cuz i'm sensitive.
    i don't know.

  • Rookie Jay Akarim (7/26/2009 4:54:00 AM) Post reply

    (This is a poem I was going to give my girlfriend but we broke up before i could finish it so i stopped. It's not that great because I did it in like 5-10mins at like 2 in the morning so just keep that in mind. And it usually takes me WAY longer to write a decent one. Thanks for reading though.)

    You're not perfect
    but your one of a kind
    the kind of girl,
    all the guys wanna find
    like a needle in a hay stack.
    or a fruit loop in a bowl of cherrios
    Somehow i found you
    This can't be true

    Im not the best boyfriend there is
    but im trying
    Im not the hottest guy there is
    believe me im dying
    Im not the smartest guy there is
    So please stop crying...

  • Rookie Jay Akarim (7/25/2009 4:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Walking down Western Avenue
    With grocery bags in my hand
    People in their cars wondering
    Is that little boy feeding hi family?

    I have a list of things I need to get
    Have to make sure there's enough milk
    Have to make sure to get the eggs
    Have to make sure I get them all

    Parents do too much for me
    I'm grateful for it though
    my Mom works 12 hours,
    6 days a week
    Dad has 2 jobs
    5 to 8,2hr break
    When we get home
    He cooks for me, and
    leaves
    To his second job
    All so I can get a good life

    After all they've been through in their lives
    They'd sacrafice it all
    For Me
    I hope I can make them proud
    One Day I will
    One Day....

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    • Rookie Genesis Cairo (8/5/2009 11:53:00 AM) Post reply

      its very sweet along with its touch of reality.i like this poem alot keepem coming lol! ! ! !

  • Rookie - 0 Points Pushkar Bisht (7/10/2009 9:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Life is just for a moment,
    Not for hours, weeks, days, years or centuries,
    so why do we regret
    why not enjoy the moment fullest,

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