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  • Sudhanshu Shekhar (12/3/2013 3:36:00 PM) Post reply

    Trick
    What is a trick?
    Is it an activity?,
    Or is an imaginable machine,
    Suppose we draw a line or circle,
    What it is a trick?
    Searching pocket is a trick,
    Telling joke is a trick,
    Writing poem is a trick,
    Or observing candle is a trick
    So what is a trick?
    I find most of the trick in mathematics,
    What if an apple would not be fallen?
    Ask from Newton,
    Was that a trick?
    Or I was a trick,
    1+1 equals eleven is also a trick or two is also a trick,
    So I fallen in the world of trick,
    I find zero.
    Here is zero gravity,
    trapped,
    Was it a trick?

  • Jennifer Colyne Hall (12/3/2013 9:49:00 AM) Post reply

    Can anyone tell me please, when is the next poetry contest?and of what matter shall I submit?Thank You, Jennifer Hall

  • Janet Stewart (11/30/2013 7:25:00 PM) Post reply

    When is the next poetry contest?

  • Janet Stewart (11/30/2013 7:24:00 PM) Post reply

    When is the next poetry conteat?

  • Nakul Rai (11/30/2013 2:52:00 AM) Post reply

    What is Mom

    Rainy day
    i wet on the way.

    I reached home well wet
    brother suggest me to bring an umbrella
    sister said you should stay on the shed
    father scold I dint want to see you on the bed
    mom came bringing the tawal
    started make me clean
    and hanged my cloth on the wall

  • Ghazala Shoeb Shoeb (11/28/2013 11:34:00 PM) Post reply

    HELLO! ! I logged in after a long time and saw poetry contest results. can any body tell me how to participate and what are the rules and how the winner is chosen. you can inbox me.. thanx :)

  • Anton Loots (11/27/2013 8:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Give my all to you

    I stood in my tracks
    Saw your mind captering blue eyes
    You got my head spinnig
    What an amazing feeling

    I instantly knew then and there you are the one
    You are my muse
    My life.
    Can't live without you

    I hold you close and whisper I LOVE YOU

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  • Dani Teixeira (11/27/2013 11:16:00 AM) Post reply

    The day I met him, I was smitten.
    I honestly can say I haven’t felt like that towards anyone at first glance.
    The day I met him, I had a mission.
    To make him mine, if only I could somehow rewind.
    The day I met him, I didn’t really know much about him. If I knew what I know now, what would be different?
    The day I met him, I was oblivious.
    Something wasn’t right past those light green eyes.
    From the day I met him, I knew it was too good to be true.
    My heart told me to go for it, but my head knew better and told me to save the pain.
    I listened to my heart.
    The day I met him, I didn’t realize all the distress he would eventually cause me.
    From the day I met him, I thought he was a flawless gift from above.
    But did I mistake the direction?
    Finally, I found out what wasn’t right past those light green eyes.
    The day I met him, I did not know someone like this was capable of doing this to me.
    I gave him something no one in the world can ever have, and he took it and left.
    From the day I met him, I always knew things weren’t right, but I let myself shatter.
    Now the thought of me being unlovable will always haunt my mind.
    All from, the day I met you.

  • Suman Kumar Das (11/27/2013 8:30:00 AM) Post reply

    Why Flower blooms?

    A bud flourishes to flower.
    Perhaps, to fill a little joy
    Momentary yet pure peace
    In tiny heart of human.

    But, How crazy creatures!
    Fail to fathom the nature.
    Enlarge their vicious hands
    To smash soft pulpy petals.

    If it is fate of flower,
    Then, why flower blooms?

    Suman Kumar Das

  • Sunday Champion (11/26/2013 5:15:00 PM) Post reply

    It is a misery I can't unfold
    Of all seasons.......
    Why was I born during the dry season,
    When all things had crumbled?
    Why was I born at the age of depression?
    Why was I born in the slum?
    Why was i born at the age of war?
    Why was I born at the age of penury?
    Why was I born at the age of a dark cloud,
    when light was invisible?
    Why?
    Who will I ask?
    Behold! The cloud is silent to my questions
    Why was I not born in a comfort season?
    when the green pasture sprint forth
    to make a beautiful city...

    It was a season of despise 
    A season of shame
    It was a season when all had crumbled
    A season when there was nothing to eat,
    then you've to sit like a watching dog at the feet of Neighbors 
    It was a season where hardness became a name
    Known to be the the poorest
    A season when there was no light under the roof
    A season that cause the wind to blow,
    in which all was lost

    What shall we say?
    That I was an evil child
    that brought nothing but sorry?
    Or fate was not fair to me?
    Or I was born at a wrong season?

    This is the misery!
    Though I was born at dry season
    But dryness was't born in me;
    I was born at the age of depression 
    But depression wasn't born in me,
    I was born in the slum at an unknown hour of the day
    But slum was never born in me
    I was born in penury
    But penury wasn't born in me
    I discover that yesterday was my past
    In my past lies my mine
    In my mine lies my gold
    Though the fire was hot,
    But it burns through me and I became a pure shining   

                                       CHAMPION

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