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  • Freshman - 1,203 Points Jacqueline Nash (9/30/2014 10:45:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    A deeply touching but beautiful poem that tugs at the heart strings. I wonder sometimes, is it the happy times of the past we yearn for or is it really a yearning to be young again.

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  • Rookie - 923 Points Gulsher John (9/30/2014 10:01:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Piano
    by D. H. Lawrence

    Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
    Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
    A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
    And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
    In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
    Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
    To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
    And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.
    So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor
    With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
    Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
    Down in the flood of remembrance,
    I weep like a child for the past.

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    • Rookie - 923 Points Adam M. Snow (10/1/2014 11:24:00 PM) Post reply

      This is truly a masterpiece

    • Rookie - 923 Points Jacqueline Nash (9/30/2014 10:53:00 AM) Post reply

      A deeply touching but beautiful poem that tugs at the heart strings. I wonder sometimes, is it the happy times of the past we yearn for or is it really a yearning to be young again.

  • Gold Star - 18,756 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/30/2014 6:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Follow me not please. Search your own way of life here and go on your own way. I am no body to show you the road. Everywhere there is a way, see and start your journey as soon as possible.

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  • Gold Star - 18,756 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/30/2014 6:29:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Follow me not please. Search your own way of life here and go on your own way. I am no body to show you the road. Everywhere there is a way, see and start your journey as soon as possible.

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  • Gold Star - 13,566 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/30/2014 4:57:00 AM) Post reply

    I just read two poems in poemhunter.com. and felt it both interesting in such importance and poetic sense. First poem written by veteran poet Valsa George. The name of the poem God's Kind of poetry. Commenced with the famous quoting of Leonardo Davinci and quoting is " Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt. And poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen" A true fact in poetry always to be born in mind. The following poem in detail is wonderful creation from the poet in such deep sense of devotion and submission to the belief and in that sense of understanding and reciting felt it having greatness in words and poetry. I liked it. 2. A poem written by Zainab Zaheen which is relevant questions on the injustices and wars committed on the humanity and questions there of. The poem is also very beautiful and knowledgeable.I think both of these poems have valuable identities in the relevant ideas.

  • Gold Star - 13,566 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/29/2014 11:18:00 PM) Post reply

    I read a member poem in the poem hunter com. today and it is written by ONlia AVElar the Sun and sea. I felt it a beautiful poem and social importance. It pertains to the tourism and poet has beautifully told the events and says that In modern temples of sun and sand and sea. All tourist pilgrims he describes. They lies almost nude a common scenes in tourist centers worldwide in beaches. But it not goes further and only acceptable and amusing level the description made and I find it as a beautiful poem for recitation also.

  • Gold Star - 13,566 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/29/2014 11:07:00 PM) Post reply

    I got a valuable chance to read the greatPoet Samuel Taylor Coleridge" s poem " The good great man" in which the summary of the poem is the great teaching that Greatness and goodness are not means but the ends. Three firm friends more sure than day and night i.e. Himself, his maker and Angel death. What a great imagination I felt. Surely all our deeds and actions and expectations are to be finally the responsibility of ours and there are no someone take the responsibility I think. Great poems have such most valuable messages to give to the readers and I like this poem and suggest best of friends and readers for comments.

  • Rookie - 592 Points Jefferson Carter (9/29/2014 10:41:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My advice to almost every ESL poet here: " Your English isn't good enough to make a poem work. Why not write poetry in your first language?If, for some reason, you must write in English, find a good EFL poet to help you translate your original. I'll bet your poems will be much better or at least not riddled with usage errors." Yrs, JC

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    • Rookie - 592 Points Dan Reynolds (9/30/2014 7:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I hope you're including yourself in the ESL category JC. There may be no " i" in team, but there will always be a " u" in colour. (And humour too.; ¬)

  • Rookie - 122 Points Shifty Moriarty (9/29/2014 10:29:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    pulp

    the endless pulp mill
    goes on and on and on.
    there is no end to it.
    the stink of bad poetry

    is a death-scent smell
    to the senses. time to
    stop these egos from
    secreting their crap

    on the forum. time to
    exile their ad-verses; from
    the classroom to the
    cloak room, where they

    love to be, where they
    can not read to their
    heart’s desire. is that
    a ray of light coming

    in under the door?no,
    it is a white worm
    wearing massive
    sunglasses.

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    • Rookie - 122 Points Mandolyn ... (10/14/2014 7:33:00 PM) Post reply

      it's good i like it nothing more to say. oh wait yeah there is my favorite part was the white worm wearing massive sunglasses. and the best part in this is moving their ad-verses from the ... more

    • Rookie - 122 Points Mike Acker (9/29/2014 2:22:00 PM) Post reply

      Peter Stavropolous? My favorite stanza(?) is " in under the door?no, it is a white worm wearing massive sunglasses." Very, very creative....

  • Rookie - 431 Points Adam M. Snow (9/29/2014 9:33:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    I'm reposting this because some how it got removed from this forum.
    There was a thunder storm going on when I wrote this, it had inspired me.

    O Glorious Storm
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    The night is dark,
    from my perch I watch,
    crashes of lightning,
    the heavens raging war.
    The crackling thunder,
    sounds of cannon fire;
    a noise heard all around.
    The wind is screaming, roaring.
    The rain, pounding at my feet.
    Still, I sat adrift in thought,
    cloaked in a robe of rain.
    Droplets of water upon my brow,
    the moist scent air, I breathe.
    Still I sat, awestruck found,
    praising this glorious storm.
    Still I wonder, this raging war;
    crashes of lightning,
    with crackling thunder, cannon fire.
    Which side is winning?

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