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  • Rookie - 187 Points Zoila T. Flores (11/15/2014 5:50:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Oh Dear,
    ...Conscience, don't abandon me,
    Through my journey, on this day,
    Keep supporting, as you're always,
    On the wisdom, of my say...

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    • Rookie - 187 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (11/17/2014 10:55:00 PM) Post reply

      Yes, Conscience. But to give it the steer, a strong belief, I mean philosophical stand, is quiet necessary. Otherwise instinct could misguide in disguise of conscience. Thanks for the cry.

  • Gold Star - 12,291 Points Mohammad Skati (11/15/2014 4:45:00 PM) Post reply

    I'm burning like a candle everyday / I'm looking for my hope somewhere / Me and myself are two in one / Simply because we can not be one in two / There are many horizons around me / My whole life is confused / I'm a real co-partner in torturing myself / And I'm still looking for myself / But I don't find myself / I'm still missing or I'm drowned /.................. This poem is called - Myself -.

  • Freshman - 1,296 Points Mike Acker (11/15/2014 1:35:00 PM) Post reply

    Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a great poet with us. I have checked out her writing and it is superb! Her name is Carmi Basson!

  • Rookie - 919 Points Gulsher John (11/15/2014 10:56:00 AM) Post reply

    Allure of darkness

    Farewell sweet luna;
    the queen Nyx is coming
    from the east,
    let me fade in these parting
    hours, like a candle
    burns down in the wind.
    O! when love fails, tales of the dead rise.but
    who tells her:
    love not begins but bangs...
    And symphony of the autumn breaths in my soul, but
    she says, " in darkness
    winds are silent."

    PS. needs final strokes...

  • Freshman - 1,296 Points Mike Acker (11/14/2014 6:09:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    revised.....

    Chinese Fan

    First, the one eye, then the other opens,
    lazily. A faint smile rolls across his face,
    as he surveys the outline of her body.

    Out of the end of the creased, crumpled, white sheets,
    her feet unfurl their crimson-painted toes
    like a Chinese fan.

    Her head lies upon his chest, her neck exposed,
    and eyes closed, while her auburn hair
    mingles with his under arm's.

    A small, gold crucifix, loose on its chain,
    hangs just above her right nipple, with a
    raised profile of a figure in agony.

    A potent hint of her perfume in his nose,
    mixed with the taste of her creamy love
    on his lips, seeps deep inside his soul.

    He couldn't imagine how, once upon a time,
    Sunday mornings were spent repenting
    for the ecstasy from this unhallowed union.

    Mike Acker

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  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (11/14/2014 8:48:00 AM) Post reply

    I read a poem about Child world written by Ray Hansel in Poemhunter co.m and it is a marvelous poem about the world of child 's world.

  • Rookie - 356 Points delilah contrapunctal (11/13/2014 8:05:00 PM) Post reply

    greetings, panoply of fictitious beings....cruise and peruse at will...just do not expect to be taken seriously, though your attempts at humorous noms des plumes are vaguely amusing...'])

  • Freshman - 1,353 Points Kay Staley (11/13/2014 9:27:00 AM) Post reply

    I recently just finished reading Its Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. Has anyone else ever read this book?If so, what did you think about it?

  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (11/13/2014 3:40:00 AM) Post reply

    Today I got a chance to read the poem of Valsa George in the pages and Poem title is Emperor penguin. Beautiful description in poetic lines that attracted me as a reader.

  • Rookie - 400 Points Priyanka Gupta (11/12/2014 11:14:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Most of the times bad & sad mood creates a poet in a person. At that time emotions flow itself through pen on paper.

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    • Rookie - 400 Points Kay Staley (11/13/2014 9:28:00 AM) Post reply

      It does seem that the darkest times make the best poets. Maybe because us humans feel more harshly when things are hard because we take the good things for granted.

    • Rookie - 400 Points Mohammad Skati (11/12/2014 4:51:00 PM) Post reply

      I don't think, great poet, that bad or sad times are the only ones that let emotions work, but there are many factors. Thanks.

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