Post more comments

Poetry Contests


Post a message
  • Paul Okojie (6/17/2013 7:00:00 AM) Post reply

    I WISH I WAS.

    I wish i was there
    i wish i had that chance
    i wish my eyes witnessed it
    i wish i was

    i wish i told her
    i wish she loved me
    i wish we will be
    i wish i never was

    i wish i am him
    i wish i had everything
    i wish i would never need
    i wish i was

    i wish i would be you
    i wish you would be me
    i wish it was us
    i wish i was

  • Doat Pham (6/16/2013 11:34:00 PM) Post reply

    YOU THINK YOU….

    Grasping is too much for one….
    Knowing is a different game.
    Judge me whatever way you please…
    Way I look is an excruciating vision and…
    Tormenting is a common thing…
    Damn it’s the same shit all over…
    Like a song says “Nothing Else Matters”
    Listen and then come…
    Experience it then I’ll let you…
    For now I’ll cry myself…
    To scare these tears runs in vileness.
    Turn off these lights is my wish…
    No more no more no more please.

  • Olumide Familusi (6/16/2013 4:54:00 PM) Post reply

    CHILDREN IN AFRICA (C.I.A)
    by: OLUMIDE FAMILUSI


    Every single day in Africa
    There's a child out there
    Who's hungry and sick without meds.
    And also without shelter and clothing
    Needing for your love and succor

    Every single day in Africa
    A child goes hungry to bed
    Looking badly malnourished and ill-fed
    Not sure where and when the next meal comes
    Lives in slums in unhygienic conditions
    In a bid to break barriers and above par

    Every single day in Africa
    A child drops out of school
    Due to Abject poverty and starvation
    And an inability to pay school fees
    Which results to disillusionment

    Every single day in Africa
    A child is psychologically abused
    Sent out on the cold streets
    To eke out out a living for his family
    Inspite of very imminent dangers on his way

    Every single day in Africa
    A child wakes up to harsh realities
    Sold into prostitution, slavery and crime
    Against their own very wishes
    To a world of hate and bestiality

    Every single day in Africa
    A child is faced with humiliation
    Despair and suppression of own voices
    He cant be heard and he's preyed upon
    In a world where he seeks protection and love

    So many have lost hope.
    Some have had their trust damaged
    Some are living for the day
    Waiting for what tomorrow brings
    In a cruel world that care less
    About the future of the Africa Child..

  • Kierra Davis (6/16/2013 9:43:00 AM) Post reply

    " The midnight tears"

    Silent cries awaken the night. Hearts breaking because of the fright. This battle here is such a hard fight. Never knowing if it's promised to be alright. The pain, the hurt && questions for God. Clueless, speechless && left alone. Dealing with these problems trying to stay strong. Where to go && who to go to.... wanting advice but nothing helps you. It's late, it's dark && the clouds begin to move. A crumbled heart && a mind very confused. Sorrow, hope, love they're all such words. Vision blurred, speaking slurred.Praying for this illness to be cured. This life that is lived, you will soon to forgive, the hurt is has caused. It's not easy, we noticed. And it is not accepted. The clock turns && midnight is here. Fear is alive && so are the tears.

    - Kierra Davis

  • Mohammed Jafer (6/15/2013 2:05:00 AM) Post reply

    Who am I?

    I dream of a garden of peace, I am alone walking on it with a hearty smile;
    When I wake up all I see are tides of darkness crawling on me like a snail,

    I dream of an angel, who whispers about peace
    I found is the devil, which apprehends me to please

    Why I am unable to reach out the sky?
    Who am I?Who am I?Who am I?

    I want to break the cage of the hate around me
    I want to free my soul from the omen surround me

    Perhaps, finding myself in me is a hard task
    May be I am someone who wears a funny mask

    Alas, I lost my identity with an Aim to fly
    Who am I?who am I?who am I?

    All I hear is Humanity taking a humble soft ride
    What I see is Cruelty intheir heart’s dark side

    To whom am I looking at (God) , to save my life?
    He who smiles, when I walk on the sharp knife!

    Yet, I prefer to live rather than die
    Who am I?Who am I?Who amI?



    Regards, - Mohammed Jafer

  • J Renee Holmes (6/13/2013 3:32:00 PM) Post reply

    I understand

    Do you have any idea how it feels to be stripped away of your person
    For your emotions to be taken for-granted made to feel total desolation
    Sometimes I’m recognized, sometimes I’m not
    It all depends on if the world loves me or not
    Will the world wait for me if I decide not to speak?
    For I have waited on the world & have been let down
    Love & hate such powerful words whose meanings can bring joyous days or devastating nights
    I am only human or did you forget
    My feelings aren’t here for you to use or dismiss
    You’re happy now & things are great
    What more can I ask for
    Or do I even have the right to ask anymore
    The things you said are etched in my mind as if written in stone
    You know what happens to the past it gets forgotten
    I’m a part of your past & your building a future
    Don’t misunderstand your happiness is my happiness, your gain is my reward
    I just hate to feel like I’m not important to you anymore
    I know I’m not as needed or wanted as the love of your life
    I can only ask that you remember me & our times without strife

  • Popeye The Sailor (6/13/2013 10:04:00 AM) Post reply

    MONEY – A SILENT KILLER

    The only thing that rules is money.
    For all the sour things, it’s honey.
    It’s the best thing to have and live with
    And things are away without this penny…..

    Today it dominates each and every thing.
    From childhood toys to a wedding ring.
    It’s true, it always runs away from the needy
    And sizzles with those have plenty to swing….

    Earlier it was an illusion now reality.
    Just own it and you have a variety.
    Show it and you can play any game
    And convert any fake thing to originality..

    No doubt, it’s the power and everything void.
    Use it anyway for any damn thing to avoid.
    Yet, it’s wish has ill-effects too
    And can send you from tranquility to paranoid……

    It makes new relations every time.
    On the surge of forgetting an olden time.
    It doesn’t bring all the happiness indeed
    And still we consider it the sweetest wine……

    So dude and dudette take this advice.
    Never go mad running behind this wine.
    Though, it tastes sweet but effects are sour
    And it’s a silent killer, will kill you anytime…….
    (popeye@83)

  • Pamela Deloach Darby (6/10/2013 12:40:00 PM) Post reply

    How about a walk in the park
    How about a walk in the rain
    How about a piece of my heart
    How about me being vain

    Come stay with me
    Come be my love
    Come walk with me
    Come to me my love

    Test the water with me
    Test to seek my love
    Test the hands of time
    Test the stars above

    Long to be with me
    Long the hours of day
    Long to be my partner
    Long in every way

    Cast down the thoughts of high
    Cast down the thoughts of loss
    Cast down the worst of it
    Cast down the weary thoughts

    Lost is not an option
    Lost is to be found
    Lost is where we were
    Lost is behind us now.

    By Pam DeLoach Darby 6/11/13

  • Mona Ali (mma) (6/9/2013 4:23:00 PM) Post reply

    A Poet's Mind
    .................................

    Young...
    But ready to be professional at the same time
    I can play by words
    And I can make the rhyme
    Too close to fiction but closer to fact
    Can draw the attraction
    And minds with my poems react...

    Stammer before the crowd
    Don't have the talent to declaim my words
    But on sheets
    My pens are like swords

    You consider my words are curbed,
    And my ink is not enough to create an eternal poem,
    And that my mind would get disturbed,
    When I see someone else's rhyme..

    But actually,
    Honestly
    And clearly
    My motive is my heart
    It's not me who moves my pen
    But its beats which also made me write from the start

    And I believe
    With all the one behind my ribs..
    And with the words between my lips
    That poetry is a message
    Not just a kind of art
    Not just a drop of ink on paper to brag therewith
    Nor for fame or money
    It is priceless

    By: MMA

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

    Page URL: http://www.poemhunter.com/vineet-chhikara/
    Page Title: All Poems of Vineet Chhikara
    Page Description: This page contains a collection of poems by Vineet Chhikara

[Hata Bildir]