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  • Vineet Chhikara (6/8/2013 2:06:00 AM) Post reply Stage

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    Page Title: All Poems of Vineet Chhikara
    Page Description: This page contains a collection of poems by Vineet Chhikara

  • Piscet Poet (6/3/2013 10:45:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Skin Deep

    How can it be that a soul so pure
    Be over looked and disregarded
    I am human aren’t I?

    Or are my imperfections
    Your views of my internal reflection
    Beauty is skin deep, isn’t it?

    Or am I not worthy of penetrating
    Is my exterior made of a hard membrane?
    Who knows maybe you lack the effort?

    Just give me a chance you’ll see
    You’ll see that from the impermeable cocoon

    Lies inside beauty similar to
    A butterfly
    Let me fly and be free

    And soon you’ll see
    That inside of you
    Lies A little bit of me

  • Adam M. Snow (6/2/2013 5:24:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Trapped within the Minds of Poe
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Once upon a nightful somber,
    entranced within a loreful slumber;
    a murky pass it feels to be:
    this dream, this world it calls me.

    Dragging, falling deeper within a void,
    my mistress Fear and I devoid.
    Clinching my chest, my racing heart pounds,
    alone in darkness with many sounds;
    one in particular from a raven afar,
    'Nevermore.' said he with my ears ajar.

    Intrigued was I by an outspoken raven
    perched upon a branch, in a realm of non-haven.
    'Nevermore.' said he, spreading wings to flutter,
    " Where am I?” I whispered in terror, utter."
    " All that I see or seem
    is it but a dream within a dream?"
    but the raven he quoth again, 'Nevermore.'
    lost I feel, lost evermore.

    The raven vanishes, taking me back to slumber;
    waking again with my eyes a somber.
    Finding my hands and feet a bound,
    above a pit with a pendulum confound.
    Approached by a man thought to be dead,
    Poe he spoke with so much dread.
    'We loved with a love that was more than love.'
    spoke he, as I lay watching the pendulum above.

    It swings with a flutter as it slowly drops to me,
    my voice is muted; I am force to see
    as the pendulum drops, my flesh gets torn.
    My eyes again fell somber as I forlorn.
    I close my eyes welcoming death,
    getting ready to take my last breath.

    I feel it wash over me, it is just that;
    my memories flashing like tat.
    This nightmarish of a dream, I feel forsaken;
    my sorrow; I could not awaken.

  • Lovi Lim (6/2/2013 2:55:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Stormy road
    In the dark stormy night wind blows with anger, a thunder growl with desperation, a lightning sparks with electricity for humility and fear to feeds its fantasy of superiority, a power and brevity of an illusion.
    I stood still my heart pumping with shame, body shivering to dispute, to despise so deep is unspeakable beyond fear, Weatherly storm well come and go, unpredictable dark suffering cloudy head well continue to float and fly.
    In the narrow grassy road I close my eyes stumbled and failed, trusted too much, weak and challenge an eternal torment of distress. I am human I made mistakes to embrace the challenges of life. Gain knowledge under the shallow deep sky, sharing pieces of me I became vulnerable, open to the cruelty of the storm. I am not a saint neither a holy immortal, I’m just me fighting for my dreams and my beliefs.
    As I open my eyes it’s so quiet, the moon shine so bright, the stars twinkle so radiant, the birds is singing through my ears, whispering comforting, empathetic, compassionate words made me stronger, tears slip my eyes, As i ask God for the obvious he gave me wisdom, true friends who stood and comprehend me. I can’t thank them enough for the support during my fall. I can only give my simple word THANK YOU.
    And suddenly it’s already dawn, a solemnly beautiful dawn, bright colors from the horizons beginning to show and I promise tomorrow well be different as the sunrise arrived.

  • Mona Goldword (5/31/2013 3:00:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    The Luminous:

    Behold him in the sky
    Among the stars
    Out of reach
    So high
    Shines like a pearl in an ocean of stars
    Lights up the darkness
    And fills the emptiness

    Eclipses once
    And mostly shines
    Ah! his light
    It clears the horizons
    It calms the fires
    It reaches the hearts
    Satisfies the lovers.

    He has the narratives of all the amorouses
    But none of them know his own.

    He's the friend in the loneliness
    The soul of the poets
    The quieting in the fear
    The passion of the hearts

    Behold him in the sky
    As a king among his allies
    He's beautiful, he's glamorous
    It's the moon,
    The luminous.

    By: Mona Ali (MMA)

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  • Garett Polanco (5/31/2013 2:33:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Fake Escape?
    I've picked up a pen again
    writing makes me feel so free
    even when my heart is forever lonely
    my love is sucked up and my mind is barred
    but when the pen touches the pad everything goes away and for thet moment I feel okay
    I need a new escape
    one the drugs don’t fake
    one my dreams wont take
    something to make me free and feel a little less lonely
    I keep sitting here waiting for you to come home with a fake smile on my face
    scared you’ve already forgot about me
    then ill pick up my pen and begin
    unfortunately everything I write seems to be about you
    so does that make my writing fake too?

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  • Garett Polanco (5/31/2013 2:33:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Time Released,
    Time Rewound,
    A kid I was, Dancing in the background.
    You were a girl, looking for the world.

    Since we met time wouldn’t stop
    But only for you will I ever drop
    Drop down on one knee and ask for your love

    The love you gave, was oh so true
    But a boy I was, if you’d only knew
    The love you gave not tattered nor torn.
    A love so pure and oh so warm,

    I was a boy to stupid to see,
    the love that you wanted to give to me.
    You tried so hard.
    Yet I let the flame die
    I was made to love you, now I know why.
    Cause your my angel, my butterfly
    Your love was gone, then mine took place.
    It was so sudden- I could no longer live without your face.
    The light you shine in everyday,
    and moments with you would take my breath away.

    Then I lost touch... I let your light go
    What the fuck did I do????Ill never know.
    But now, the time isn’t right.
    So I'll sit back and watch you take flight
    cause you're my angel, my butterfly at night.

  • Savannah Oakes (5/30/2013 11:08:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    If I Had Ten More Minutes

    If I had ten more minutes
    and my voice was not faint
    nor my face so devoid
    or my mind so blank,
    I would profess—

    But I'm afraid of words
    which might betray lips,
    For what is kept
    is of my eyes—
    that impulsive organ
    I've attempted to stray;
    hooded, hazed.

    Construing a montage
    ever playing:
    concerns, worries
    fears, and doubts,
    Come to life
    in bursting light
    whilst straining in the dark.

    And if such creations
    could speak—
    or better
    could be heard—
    through the mist of passion
    And masks of pride,

    I would profess
    All in my heart;
    Every quaint murmur
    Forsaken night and night.

  • Myla Rose Gigante (5/30/2013 7:55:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Still Waiting For Your Love

    Sitting sadly alone on my bedside
    With tears in my eyes that I cannot hide
    Staring at the dark and quiet sky
    Waiting for the shooting star to pass by

    The stars are not shining shimmering
    While the moon is quietly hiding
    How am I supposed to see your face?
    If all I see was this lightless space?

    The night was so quiet and lonely
    When the cold wind blows quietly
    No sound of crickets chirping everywhere
    Yet no sound of your footsteps coming near

    Everybody had fallen asleep
    But here I am sitting on my feet
    Still waiting for your love to arrive
    That will make my empty heart alive

    But how long should I wait for you here?
    Is it worth waiting for your love, dear?
    Whatever happens i‘ll be the sky
    ‘Coz my love for you will never die

  • Matt Ancient (5/30/2013 10:15:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    The golden future
    The golden future shall come
    A place where there is no harm
    There life is cool and calm
    A peaceful garden
    Yea like that of Eden
    Where there is no pain
    For there is more grain
    It merry making
    For there is more wine
    The table is served
    And it time to dine
    It a new day
    A fruitful season
    This is the golden future
    The past is a lesson
    I will dwell in peace
    For my enemies at ease
    Happiness is the pillow
    I lay my head on
    And freedom the treasure
    I live upon

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