(1/6/2012 12:01:00 AM)
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This is my second poem ever
I just opened a word document and wrote it from start to finish. Anyways this is just about my faith over this past school year. Anyways, even if you aren't religious, tell me what you think of the poem.
Thursday nights, Bible study, hip-hop and history, praying like a dying man whose salvation’s a mystery
Still up there in the back of my mind, the way it used to be, the days when I was free
With the love of my God on the tip of my tongue, and the trees pumping air to my liberated lungs,
When the day passed painlessly with hope for a future
When getting out of bed didn’t feel like bursting a suture.
I want the love back, the love that used to be mine
The love that came down in the flowing sunshine
When death held no fear
Living no tears
When I knew that I wanted to live another year
But the walls are closing in each day, each hour
Overcharging mental engines but I’m running out of power
Like the water’s run out and I’m an over-petalled flower
Each minute each hour I can feel me going sour
You used to keep me up
You used to keep me strong
When I fell down I never waited for you long
But I’ve dug so deep, been in a cave so long
I don’t have to common sense to grab hold of your arms
Lift me out
(12/15/2011 12:18:00 AM)
Well i think all the poems that i have ever wrtten are free form, so id love it if other free form poets could read and comment on my poems, thank you.
(11/13/2011 4:44:00 PM)
hey can you plaese look at my new poem its called _*MY HEART*_ please rate and comment thanks teza x
(11/10/2011 12:43:00 AM)
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God Bless Not Only America
God bless the hungry, in Columbia or in Cambodia, in Europe or in Ethiopia.
God bless all farmers, growing potatoes or tomatoes, bananas or papayas.
God bless all bears, pandas in China, polar bears in Canada, or cola bears in Australia.
God bless the codes and the buttons of nuclear weapons, in Arizona or in Siberia.
God bless all children, drinking dirty water or Coca-Cola.
God bless the dreams, both in Bollywood’s or Hollywood’s cinema.
God bless all Gods or their wise friends, Laozi or Confucius, Muhammad or Buddha.
Oh, my God, oh, our God, could you please bless all of us, not only America?
Ralph The Elf
(10/22/2011 4:56:00 PM)
awwww what a wonderful day
i roll over and there she is
starring at the skyline with her bright smile
her dimples so deep i think i could take a swim
her smile could heal a heart failure
she turns to me and just then
oh just then
i behold her eyes
like emeralds they gleam
on the moonlit lawn
ADELAIDE i call
my throat graced with her name
my heart missed a beat as she coughed so elegantly
for this girl there are no words in the world
the least i could say is beauty
(9/25/2011 1:01:00 PM)
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I would like to post a poem. Comments are appreciated, firstname.lastname@example.org
5 am and not a hint of dawn-
Lament for the darkness
Lament, for all our sins counted are,
All our deeds recorded
And this is rightly done.
You lay quiet through the years,
The silent snow years...
Now awaken, awaken
O mind of the four directions,
Be herald to the coming of dawn.
6: 30 am and note well
The scars of night battle,
As dreams are, awaken and see
The utter necessity for light.
7: 00 am and the sun rises
And it is a new day,
Search for the beginning of things;
A child's cry in the dark.
But alas, there are no monsters
Under the bed.
(9/25/2011 12:52:00 PM)
I would like to contribute some poems to this form...the first is called, 'My Disconsolate Angel.' Comments are warmly welcomed, email@example.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
We take our leave
from this mortal earth...
We rejoice and
slacken our chains
and are free,
My disconsolate angel.
(9/1/2011 2:10:00 PM)
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:
'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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(9/1/2011 1:43:00 PM)
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
(8/29/2011 7:32:00 AM)
the marching song
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
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
As young men awkwardly leaves the killing ground
Thinking they would live forever
They fell silent in tagged body bags!