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  • Sae Kodok (2/28/2013 9:16:00 AM) Post reply

    the world is a stage
    volatile story
    faces no role
    and pretend there is a role
    why do you pretend
    why do you pretend

  • Ponniah Ganeshan (2/28/2013 3:52:00 AM) Post reply

    What theme, the poetry contest focus on?

  • Darius Burns (2/26/2013 10:08:00 PM) Post reply

    I don't see a contest. Thought I'd rather leave you this.

    " Shed."

    Eyes force open…alert…aware.
    Legs, restless with the clutches of dawn.
    Sky still sobs frozen droplets to glass…
    Resting still on a woodland lawn.

    November rain was falling; pale brown remnants were calling…
    Shrieking sorrow long dead and dried.
    It started with a will, and a wisp…
    Bearing crisp from his sorrowful name.
    Companions of mahogany and cedar nooses,
    But never once menacing from any range.
    Where everything is always the same…
    Weeping for a solemn change.

    Bloodshot windows of forlorn reveries…
    Lingered temptation from beyond closed eyes…
    Something amiss, something off balance,
    Something tempting beyond exposed eyes.

    I remember the knife, as it so glimmered,
    Resting motionless between cracks of the counter.
    Dull, rusted, sending a sorrowful echo…
    In some pile of glistening, deadly powder.

    I remember that blade, as it rode with the tablet…
    Two fateful opposites of the same mirror.
    Shedding the skin for a simple tool,
    For complex margins of silence's error…

    Soul of his laid down to serenity…
    Where it will never fade to waver.
    A bleeding soul lay to flesh…
    Leaving dark stains upon the paper.

  • Miley Stephans (2/26/2013 6:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    Shouts of fear
    and commanding tones
    fill their ears,
    nearing the dawn.
    A lake of red shredded everywhere
    so many dead
    you will find there.

    Once a calm field
    now at it's end.
    Now a battlefield when will it end?
    Families across the sea,
    hoping to see their dear
    Will they ever see,
    their lost ones I fear?

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  • Moksha Sharma (2/25/2013 4:18:00 AM) Post reply

    Why I can't get the news of contests. Please inform me why.

  • Shah Jehan Ashrafi (2/21/2013) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello am new here and want news on contest and how to participate in them..thnx
    kind regards,
    shah jehan

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    • Donnaj York (2/21/2013 9:39:00 PM) Post reply

      I've been viewing this forum for a while now don't know why it is called " Poetry Contests" . I don't see anything contest-related here.

  • Shayna Nelson (2/17/2013 1:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    How can i post my poems

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    • James Urwin (2/19/2013 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

      Or...If like me you do not always get the " manage poems" thing at the top of the page...Go to " Member Area" ...on the left in the blue box click " poems and poet settings&qu ... more

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  • Ivo Frbezar (2/16/2013 8:27:00 AM) Post reply

    Dairy mirage -
    illusion for the crossing
    Step to the side

  • Ashmeet Kaur (2/16/2013 8:10:00 AM) Post reply

    i also want to submit a poem
    plz help me

  • Vedanth Bhatnagar (2/14/2013 6:36:00 AM) Post reply

    A Death Without Mourns

    Thy son hast not comforted,
    He lived a life alone,
    Now, leaves, as his breath,
    To none, shalt it be known,
    None shalt be there to mourn.

    Thy son, as shalt be gone,
    For him shalt be no song of dawn,
    None, hast he, to adorn,
    None shalt be there to mourn.

    As approaches his night,
    To none, but hope he has to Thy Light,
    That shalt guide and give sight,
    In other realms, to calm his plight,
    To none, which shalt be known,
    None, shalt be there to mourn.

    But, Thy son shalt not regret,
    For what he would now beget,
    As into death, he seeps,
    There shalt be none who weeps.
    His life has passed alone,
    And, there is none, who shalt mourn.

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