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  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/14/2007 2:47:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    A smile from you
    Erases the cosmic loneliness
    Of icy stars

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  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/14/2007 2:46:00 PM) Post reply

    At the End of Time.

    When the clock struck nine a Swiss cuckoo
    came out, flew onto the roof where it laid
    eggs in a sparrow’s nest, under the tiles.
    It came back with all the haste of a delayed
    rocket, broke the window collided brutally
    with the clock that fell off the wall and into
    the soup. Digits floated around in infinite
    variation, but when the soup had settled it
    was midnight I could see 2007, ate the two
    zeroes but, it didn’t make much difference,
    fireworks soared in the sky scared dogs and
    shell shocked war veterans who didn’t get
    sympathy from those who had never heard
    the deadly whine of hot iron searing air

  • Rookie David Taylor (1/11/2007 4:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    The Fireplace

    A silent gathering around,
    at the end of a long journey of exertions all expired.
    All present share equally
    the crackling explosions of wakefulness,
    that emanate from the heat
    of libations offered.

    All present and present All.
    No words to break the unitary silence.
    Such a large room fully lit by just one light.
    A completeness in a stilling state,
    It is an invocation for us all.
    To come home.

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    • Rookie Kristina Dee (9/16/2013 11:33:00 AM) Post reply

      this makes me think of Christmas :)

    • Rookie Alicia Patti (1/20/2007 8:53:00 PM) Post reply

      Your poem makes me want to purchase a fireplace. I especially like: 'Such a large room fully lit by just one light. A completeness in a stilling state' I am warmed to my fingertips with this one. ... more

  • Rookie Jan Oskar Hansen (1/9/2007 10:22:00 AM) Post reply

    The Proposal

    We sat in a yellow cab when I gave her
    an engagement ring and asked her to
    marry me; she said no, and I threw
    the ring out of window. The cab howled
    to a halt, driver got out found the ring,
    which he accepted as payment when we
    reached our destination. Met him years
    later now a happily married man thanks
    to my ring. The woman who refused my
    offer is married too, but not to me.
    I spend most of my time driving around
    New York looking for something I once
    dreamed about, but lost in 42nd street, or
    was it in 43rd street?

    glad for any comments

  • Rookie - 0 Points Karima Astrid P (1/9/2007 5:32:00 AM) Post reply

    hey i am looking for somebody who can give comments to my poems
    and give me suggestions


  • Rookie Leilani Leilani (12/21/2006 9:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi i am looking for anybody who would like to look at my poems to give me advice and critique them alittle because I am not to expirienced in writing I am still in high school but it is what I love to do and I am always looking for ways to improve.

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    • Rookie Aldo Kraas (2/10/2007 8:41:00 PM) Post reply

      Hy leilani I been writing poetry now for 11 years Don't bother with poems that rhimes They are very stresfull The poems that Are Haiku I hate The poems that are a sonnet are very good You can go ... more

  • Rookie Jessica Bieg (12/14/2006 6:51:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, I'm looking for anyone who's a little more cultured in the writing world than me to look at a poem or two of mine, like a mock workshop or whatever. All I have for writing experience is one college class in Creative Writing. If there's anyone interested, please reply to this message.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Roger Bowman (12/12/2006 6:00:00 PM) Post reply

    This Friday as every Friday since last Friday is booze night with crazy poemos and stories so u r all welcome to write something and add it to ur list, if u like.

    All the best and more

  • Rookie - 0 Points Roger Bowman (11/30/2006 4:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Any French or French speakin fellow poemhunters out there could tell me your opinion for Le chasseur de l'esprit.Its my poemo Mindhunter in French though I dont know French, with a little help of a friend of mine I manage to write it.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Roger Bowman (11/27/2006 2:09:00 PM) Post reply

    What do you all think of organising a day for booze? Let say Friday and we write about our favourite drinks and crazy stories relating to booze and call it
    'Friday night is pie-eyed night.'Francesca Johnson gave me the idea and the name.

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