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Linda Griffin
(5/24/2013 7:38:00 AM)
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Relevance is a word I'll use
It's meaning is so much more
It's something I find within myself
God's gift to who I can be
I can not begin to comprehend
Why someone like Hin would see
The insignifant me that I am
In all but His unconditional love
It's doesn't matter about my past
The forgiveness is beyond degree
His mercy and grace is all I need
Due to the importance He put me in -
Allian Bern Fuentes
(5/24/2013 1:48:00 AM)
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Faster Than A Second
I seek to break things down
Don't even know what it was for
I seek to steal your crown
Don't even know who sits in the throne
Then I saw a light came from above
It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark
I bow down on the lies
Play money all nights
With my uncertain hands I believe
Like there's no one mighty to save
Then I saw a light came from above
It closed my eyes and I faced me in the dark
You snatch the wrong things I have done
Own the identity I have become
Faster than a second
You take my darkness and give me light
Forever live in my life
Faster than a second -
Roann Nriq
(5/23/2013 5:04:00 AM)
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Weaving golden memories,
in the spindle of my mind;
Adrift upon a silken breeze,
of patchwork so designed.
I lose my thread of errant thought;
with every stitch I drop;
And find the memory I sought,
till panic slows to stop.
Busy at my memory loom,
I weave myself some laughter;
As an intricate costume,
for a happily ever after.
I start to smile in reverie,
at life's quirky little riches;
Chuckling soft inside of me,
I find myself in stitches.
Tangled in the silken skeins,
I pause and use my skill;
To break free from the chains,
To stop myself unravel.
A tranquil tapestry arises,
it comes from who knows whence;
Cross stitch scolds, chastises,
Blanket stitch, a reminiscence.
Embroidery at this juncture,
in everything I do;
Is a parrallel acupuncture,
of an applique of you. -
Nicholas Lilburne
(5/22/2013 9:32:00 AM)
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The Beast
This wretched plague that is up on you,
Lays its yellow eyes upon you,
The willing creature that slowly hunts you,
Calls the fear that is inside you,
Under the blanket of the jungle,
Confines you both forever together, now
Forever fighting, forever thinking of the one,
The one you yearn for, the one you burn for,
The one you call for more and more
The one you call your paramour.
Fear someday the beast will falter,
Best the unbeatable beast of burden,
Give all yourself, the pieces all of them,
Doubtlessly these things you given,
Unthinkable these thing have happened
This is not the one,
Your confidante, the one you love,
The hole inside you grows yet deeper
With every inch the beast does creep,
Creep towards your steeping soul,
Pain inside the deep hole grows,
You scream a silent scream,
But no sound shall pierce your lips
‘Oh god please release me’
From my current tribulations,
From my current situations,
Into the arms of my lover,
Inamorata, inamorata!
You wish to be forever there,
Forever more,
Forever with your paramour. -
Caitlin Jade
(5/22/2013 4:51:00 AM)
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A male vistor with the features of a man but different eyes
grabs my mind and consumes it with every word which posions my mind
a good person but hiding in the shadow is his disguise,
when cutting myself is the only thing he assigned
take the blade in your hand and slowly drag it down your arm
watch yourself bleed till your arm starts to burn like the fire
till suddenly you feel the connection and disarm
the pain in my arm and head shot up like a wire
no tears fell from my eyes no sorrow made me cry
the emotions i feel are nothing more than what they tell me
emptiness deadness and blank grey sky
cause the feeling is dead as they watch you bleed. -
Caitlin Jade
(5/21/2013 7:26:00 PM)
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The voices in your head send me falling to the ground
the stares burn darkness into my soul and i cant be found
the moments the bring me down cause endless pain
the endless roller coaster i can never get off and will never gain
the waves crash on me the sun burns me down
but i still go out and touch the waves
the amount od trying keeps you going keeping you safe and sound
but ends up keeping me hurt lost in the darkest caves.
the person out there they all believe in where is he for me
why the moments i need it the most you are never there
the feelings of belief stops coming when prayers are never seen
sometimes i stop fighting just cause i feel scared. -
Vizo Meyase
(5/20/2013 11:33:00 PM)
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If I die: My Soul to Take;
Thee soul in rest;
Apart from the flesh,
Departs from the rest
Alone it is, rest alone in peace.
To world a dead flesh:
To soul; a world alive
The beat of heart stops,
The soul start to haunt,
For a land to soar high for a place:
Heaven above…
Yet the soul feels the fall of paradise
Heaven beyond, sky I gazed,
Ground I walked;
Ground beneath I’m buried,
Heaven still above,
Blind I became,
Crying I came,
Smiled I Learnt, to heart I laughed
Shall I leave tears to many?
Thousand dreams I dreamt,
I’d seen millions smiled.
Life is but a candle: burning down.
We lived to die, turning to dust.
She melts down, burning to bottom remains.
So does this life…?
We live within but for a remain soul;
A soul that seeks for a free land
Womb to tomb; Mud to dust,
Empty flesh I came; empty handed I’d lounge.
Shadows followed me
Me to become one;
I am, but only a shadow now…
If I die: my Soul to be seized; -
Rachel Branscombe
(5/19/2013 6:51:00 AM)
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Does anyone actually know any poetry contests one can enter?
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Charles Darnell
(5/19/2013 3:24:00 PM)
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Rachel, The current edition of Poet's Market 2013 has a long list of contests you can enter. I trust this publication as they tend to list legitimate organizations, publishers, etc. I would be caref ... more
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Charles Darnell
(5/19/2013 3:24:00 PM)
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Nouran Samy
(5/18/2013 2:38:00 PM)
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She waited till everyone have slept and she walked out of her room
Walking with a lighted up candle, trying to forget about the upcoming traumatic doom
She tries to be sanguine, but she knows the end is soon
She reached the door, memories began to cascade
She want to speak her heart out before it's too late
But she doesn't want him to build high hopes, then leave
She doesn't want to touch his heart then plod away
Or maybe she would fall for him more that she would like to stay
She texted him, " Meet you on the last hour of May"
The next day she texted him the place
Her heart was beating in a great race
She feels that tonight, she will have her longest daze
She waited for him, he appeared, wearing his big black combat boots
Only one look in the eyes, made her lose
He clasped her to his bosom, that made her soothe
" I'm fearful of having one foot in grave before holding you tight
I was never planning to fall for you, it was away from my sight
So here I am, standing infront of you, after losing my self fight"Replies for this message:-
Ryan Butler Sr.
(5/18/2013 8:26:00 PM)
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Nice
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Ryan Butler Sr.
(5/18/2013 8:26:00 PM)
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Myla Rose Gigante
(5/18/2013 6:29:00 AM)
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Too Painful To Recall
by: Myla Rose Gigante
Hard as it may seem again
Staring with all the pain
Bear in mind t'was just a game
But in heart it was a shame
How could I let this betide
When I still got blear-eyed
I looked up and closed my eyes
But just heard the sad goodbyes
I wish t'was just a nightmare
Seeking castle in the air
Grabbing every piece to hold
Trying to escape the cold
I opened my eyes and saw
An old and black rose that grow
Full of thorns in each dark bud
Leaves surrounded with cold blood
I touched the arrow-like thorns
But just got deep cuts and burns
I placed my hands in bosom
And felt t'was deeply broken
The innermost was shattered
Love and hope were obliterated
How can I dwell this feeling
If its like a hell burning
Heart is melting and screaming
My mind's silently crying
Gasped to unthink of it all
For t'was too painful to recall
No more feelings to be drained
No more such love to be cared
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