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  • 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.

  • Vedanth Bhatnagar (2/14/2013 6:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    Thou hast fillest me with Light,
    Thy reasons art unknown,
    But Thee left me in loneliness,
    For alone, now, shalt I mourn.
    For what, hast Thee done this?
    Shalt an answer, not be revealed?
    For Thy child, for Thy part,
    Shalt the truth be but sealed?
    Regret, shalt I not,
    For Thou dost what is right,
    But, jocund am I,
    For Thy Light, shalt bring an answer in sight.

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  • Vedanth Bhatnagar (2/14/2013 6:29:00 AM) Post reply

    Answer (Continuation of the poem " The Blessed Child, To The Worsened Realm" ;)

    Thou, in Thy Infinite magnificence, hast fulfilled our prayers,
    For now, that we shalt be
    Risen by Thy Loving, Blessed Child,
    Until we merge into Thee.
    Oneself with Thee, The Creator of entirety,
    Dreams of our longing, shalt now be true,
    Nothing, canst stop our restlessness,
    Until us, shalt Thee, accrue.

    Our desires of perishable materials,
    Shalt now end,
    Realised, shalt now, we be,
    For Thou, our wishes, will mend.
    Gratitude, shalt always pour out from our hearts, humble and mild,
    Towards Thy Blessed Child,
    For guiding us into Oneself with Thee,
    Thy Child, now amidst us on this Holy path, jocund are we.

  • Vedanth Bhatnagar (2/14/2013 6:26:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A Blessed Child, To The Worsened Realm

    Millenia ago, created, was the Universe,
    Which He, with His infinite Love, would nurse,
    And, an Orb, of His best imagination,
    Of His best creation,
    Filled with majestic depths of the sea,
    And mountains, as high as could they be:
    Souls, His children, departed from His Infinity,
    Dispersing from His Singularity,
    And in this Orb, after separation, still walked alongside
    Their Father, Whom would they perfectly abide.
    Now, in this Orb, of materialistic joy,
    Lured by this decoy,
    Have gradually started to decline
    You, and in their ego, started to pine,
    Committed crimes of utter fright
    To other Souls on the higher realms,
    And which was not in sight,
    Is now at the helm.
    My Lord, please send us Your Blessed Child,
    Who, in his conduct, will be simple and mild,
    And in this Worsened Realm, would enlighten
    The Souls and brighten,
    Every dark corner with Your imperishable Light,
    To bring You, again, in sight.

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