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  • Untitiled and unnamed (6/27/2006 6:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hey Melisa...Not sure if i am the only one but cannot view the links that you posted? ? But here is something for your consideration...

    Black Or White

    Am I Black, Am I White…

    What does it matter?

    For I see you as a person,

    You breath, you bleed, you fight,

    Who am I to judge you, in this plight?

    To live this life as we do,

    Why should society so judge you to?

    For you are just like me,

    A human being who wants to live through,

    This life that was given to you,

    So… I take this life that was given to me,

    And hope that it will be,

    A footprint on this earth,

    That will be true to me and you,

    And will be remembered, as I’m still so blue.

    As what does skin color…really mean to you….? ?

    Written By Lee Stedman 27/06/06

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    • Missy Trinity Ferrari. (6/27/2006 9:33:00 PM) Post reply

      Is it ok if we entitle the poem... 'So Im black... Or White'? Because our editors need it in strictly 'So I'm' format.. please and thank you. Sincerely, Melissa Ferrer

  • Paul Moosberg (6/24/2006 11:03:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    ah that is true, my poems are not good.
    but i could care less. i use them to find out who i am
    i use them to release my mind.

    and like i said before, my poems are hallmarky. but that's fine with me. i do not wish for those that can not get past the rhymes to read it any way. besides if all your doing is complaining about form. maybe you should be so restrictive on your words. i mean if you don't rhyme (as your poems don't) then maybe you should join a new place, or poem posting site. cause i use my poems for pure therapy.

    and you know what, i have had a ton of moms, thank me for the insightful clues from my mind as to the relationship to thier own child with a spectrum of autism. so bash me all you want. i think of myself lower than you will ever think of me (trust me) .

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    • Pali Tripathi (6/26/2006 12:23:00 AM) Post reply

      I dont know if i understand u correctly Paul, but going by what i do.....'good'poems do not have a set criteria like, 'rhymes/doesnt rhyme, understood/not understood, etc.Good poems are pieces like ar ... more

  • Untitiled and unnamed (6/24/2006 5:22:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies


    Why do you seem so abusive to others work? ? ?

    At the end of the day people post there work on here to read and maybe hope others can connect with, as most people I have come across write about there own troubles and strife’s,

    So why bitch about the poems that rhyme and them that do not? ? As I am new to this type of writing, why not let it be up to the individual whether or not he/she writes contemporary or lets it rhyme, at the end of the day who are you to say what we should write? ? ?

    I’m sorry mate but I really dislike what you have posted, I think you should keep your views to yourself and if you don’t like what others post then my advice is not to read it? ? ? ? Simple…

    Enough said...

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    • Untitiled and unnamed (6/27/2006 3:59:00 PM) Post reply

      Jefferson Carter… 1st of all I feel as though I need to apologize ref my first post to you, as I think that I came on a bit strong and had no right to do so.. After all who am I to come barging ont ... more

    • Pali Tripathi (6/26/2006 12:29:00 AM) Post reply

      Hey, i totally get what u mean, but from another point of view, if one can take Jeff's views as a feedback, and then accept it or discount it based on its utility, it would be a more constructive appr ... more

  • Paul Moosberg (6/22/2006 12:32:00 AM) Post reply

    maybe there is a reason that somethings are meant to rhyme.
    maybe there is a reason that some people try to shine
    but i think that is your own quest
    and not part of mine.
    cause i rhyme everything, with more riddles that i bet you can't find.

  • lin haungs (6/1/2006 5:02:00 PM) Post reply

    Curious, does anyone have a workshop that can help
    out a amature writer (poetry) .

    Please let me know, thanks. :)

  • Sherry Pedersen-Thrasher (5/5/2006 8:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Ode to Spring

    Oh Spring, you bring the birds and bees,
    again the trees are full of green!
    I sing at last of sweeter scenes-
    bright daffodils and sunny skies,
    the fluffy clouds that float on high.
    At last, at last, I skip and play,
    I sing the dreary grey away
    that circled me all winter long.
    You bring to me the season's song,
    a symphony and choral throng,
    with kaleidoscopes' shined wondrous hues
    in yellows, purples, pinks, and blues.
    Grand visions bring me to my knees,
    a tulip's grace, the dogwood trees-
    fresh flowers scent the gentle breeze
    that greets my window these spring nights
    to burst forth dreams crayola bright.

    With pen, I'm hearing nature sing,
    while writing this, my ode to Spring.

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    • Ernestine Northover (5/7/2006 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

      This is a very nicely put together poem Sherry. I felt perhaps the first five lines didn't rhyme too well, bees with trees, but trees are not at the end of the line, scenes. green. (scene. green) Sk ... more

  • Bobby Hamby (5/4/2006 10:43:00 AM) Post reply

    a flower grew in my mind perchance

    a flower grew
    in my mind perchance
    and there lay a ladybug
    nestled in the petals
    hidden from a humble
    bumblebee’s perspective
    and spider webs
    of sticky thread
    were spun
    inside my head
    an arachnid’s
    deadly arrangement
    for any aphids
    then dawn yawned
    daylight’s song upon
    the blessed blossom
    bloomed and
    blown by
    the wind’s imagination
    as noon loomed
    rain ran down
    from the sky
    to the ground
    and the sound
    like a crowd
    from the clouds
    drowned out
    all thought
    but as the sun
    sank the stars
    stirred and
    the flower
    in reverse

  • Bel Shade (4/25/2006 4:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Choose Life

    Just because you don't want to look at Him
    doesn't mean He isn't there! You aren't that big
    or clever, that you could ever wipe Him out!
    Just becuase you feel no need of redemption,
    complete in yourself, doesn't mean He didn't
    lay his life down...agonisingly...deliberately,
    for you, and the day you do!
    Just because you choose to close your eyes to
    all His whisperings, and hear instead
    those cold, dead explanations from 'experts'who know nothing
    of eternity, doesn't mean the stars and planets,
    bees and flowers, are not dancing to
    the melodies He plays!
    Just because you never pray, doesn't mean
    He isn't waiting, like any father would, to
    hear your voice.
    Just because you think you've chosen doesn't mean
    He isn't giving you the choice.....
    Choose life! ....He urges you to live
    and just becuase you will not take the gift he offers
    doesn't mean there is no more to give!

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    • Tom Zart (4/25/2006 11:24:00 AM) Post reply

      Great poem it should be posted on more sites for all to see.

  • Bobby Hamby (4/24/2006 9:44:00 PM) Post reply

    i use rhyme quite often, when i write, but i use alliteration right along side of it but i am not sure that i always use it in a traditional sense, here are some examples,

    a leather clown’s pernicious frown
    of doubtful doubled texturing

    was weaving waves most withering
    in heavy steps on stalwart stares

    where i passed him crying there
    i knelt and licked his salty soul

    and saw he’d seen the morning fold
    a peachy pleasure form for me

    still undeterred he much preferred
    to glower toward the flower
    in the weeds

    The bellicose behemoth
    behaving quite bereaved,
    bedevils bogus beatific beasties
    by bawling bawdily.
    Basically the belligerent bellows
    briskly bathe the breeze,
    bringing brutish brazen braggarts
    to buckle bend and bleed.
    Blinding boorish bombastic bon vivants,
    bashing their barefaced breeds.
    But though i not be blameless,
    be not i besieged.
    The bellicose behemoth
    barely bothers me.

  • Sonny Rainshine (4/11/2006 5:51:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I admire the polish pizza man,
    I fed his puppy right from the can.
    I have to say
    I’m really a fan
    of the Polish Pizza man.

    I’m inspired by the one-legged paperboy
    I give him tips and a toy.
    No, I won't be coy,
    I’m a friend of the one-legged paperboy.

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    • kskdnj sajn (4/11/2006 11:00:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm in love with the polish pizza man, and the one-legged boy is our son.

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