(10/31/2013 12:38:00 PM)
Just entered the amazing world of poetry. Would be great if some of you can read my first poem and say what you like/not like about it.
read here http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fresh-breath-of-life/
(10/30/2013 11:42:00 AM)
Hello Honorable Poets. Kindly Read, rate, vote and comment my New Poem " I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU"
(10/30/2013 11:22:00 AM)
I'm relatively new to poemhunter and definitely open to ideas and points of improvement. If anyone would be willing to check out/critique my poems particularly I am Cooked, Rubies and Garnets and The Perfectionist I will be eternally grateful!
Kaylin Ruth Adarne
(10/30/2013 7:27:00 AM)
I‘d cut my nails, tie my hair, and check myself in the mirror twice
All I know is I ought to look nice
To please you, though it’s as clear the blue skies that I don’t have to
Cause you like the exact reflection in the mirror and not the way people want me to
Then we would meet at your simple and loving place
Where we’d talk and play simple tunes
Then you’d blush and smile when I look at your face
And to your eyes, as bright as the moon
Our fingers would touch slightly and softly
Would give me shivers that I want to linger
But I’d hold my heart back and smile at the thought shyly
For all I know, we’re just kids and nothing would go deeper
Sometimes we’d sit at the sofa and watch a movie
And I noticed how shy, quiet, and serious you are from a small distance
Those were the times that I tried to move closely
It’s sad. No matter how small of a distance would fade all the chance
The day you asked me to go with you to a sacred place
A hangout that I’d always remember till this day
When I felt the most scared and awkward of all times
I knew you want me to be closer to Him and I want you to be mine
In my mind it stayed as a memory flashing back every now and then
There are times I would smile
There are moments I would cry
It’s hard to accept the fact that those are just memories remembered then forgotten
Days went by as quiet as the air, the vision of you became a blur
Can’t remember exactly how you turned into such a “nobody” in the end
If ever I’ll have your touch again, I am not sure
All the times we spent for now are just fading moments
please I need criticisms..thank you
Kaylin Ruth Adarne
(10/30/2013 6:43:00 AM)
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Hi! I am Kaylin from Philippines! I am struggling poet not perfect in grammar and hungry for knowledge and criticims. I have been so inlove with words so much.
(10/29/2013 8:42:00 PM)
Hello my name is Brandon Carter and I am 17 years old
I dont know how I became so pulled into poetry but I love it
I love writing dark, twisted and very deep poem but in the further
future I want to become a famous poem......like Allan Edgar Pollen.
Suman Kumar Das
(10/28/2013 11:00:00 AM)
Dear Respected Poets,
This is Mr. Suman Kumar Das, a new aspiring word-smith, from Odisha, presently residing in Kolkata, India. From the very childhood, a deep passion towards the world of poetry, has made me put a few words of my imagination & experience in white paper. Sometimes my pen paints the contemporary picture of the society & other times love and romance. Till now I have composed over 300 poems, which have published in different magazines. My endeavuor is always to create something new which will touch the heart of the respected reader.
I am grateful to all our great poets & the entire team of www.poemhunter.com for providing such wonderful e-platform where I can share my unspoken feelings with the universe. I look forward to receiving your valuable viewpoints; Comments as well as Compliments.
Mr Suman Kumar Das
(10/27/2013 1:19:00 PM)
Lanaia Lee Lanaia Lee was born in 1957 to a Navy father and a schoolteacher mother who home-schooled her. In second grade, she was reading on a 4th grade level, so they moved her to a private school to enhance her education. When she was nine years old, her mother died from a massive stroke. Because her father was rarely home, her grandmother, a professed black witch, gained custody.
my website www.lanaiaslair.com
Lanaia Lee was born in 1957 to a Navy father and a schoolteacher mother who home-schooled her. In second grade, she was reading on a 4th grade level, so they moved her to a private school to enhance her education.
When she was nine years old, her mother died from a massive stroke. Because her father was rarely home, her grandmother, a professed black witch, gained custody.
When Lanaia was 14, her grandmother abandoned her, and she landed in foster care where she had four different sets of foster parents within a year, because she kept running away to avoid men who attempted to molest her. At age fifteen, she went to boarding school on her dad's GI Bill. She graduated in her junior year after which she drifted, living with various people with neither a family nor a home. At eighteen, she married and divorced having three miscarriages. By nineteen, she began working in management for convenient stores and restaurant chains.
She remarried at age 30, then had a stillborn daughter a year later. Five years later, her husband left her for a seventeen-year-old. She filed bankruptcy, and one month later suffered a massive stroke, which, after seven months in the hospital, put her in a wheelchair.
The next two years involved intensive physical therapy, but she would never walk again. She took the step of finding work to help her rehabilitation. She found employment at vocational trades where she met my soul mate, David, also in a wheelchair from a motorcycle wreck he sustained in 1984. They married in 1992 and are still happily married.
They, too, lost two children due to her disease, erratic hypertension. She and her husband live independently, and she still drives.
In 2001, David dared her to write a poem. Out of curiosity, she posted it in an online poetry forum. The feedback was so positive, she kept writing. At first, she wrote just poems, then short stories and finally novels. All of her work is typed one-handed because of her disabilities.
Lanaia gives credit to the grace of God which has helped her overcome immense adversity, hold her head high, and she claims she won’t quit until she hits the best seller list
I am represented by publishing house Donnaink Publications
Shane O Brien
(10/23/2013 9:23:00 PM)
from a broken heart, a lost friend face, to the death of somone you can never replace poetry seems to have it all, hope you enjoy these paragraphs of my take on the world
(10/22/2013 6:04:00 PM)
Hello writers, poets and artists I'm a North of England writer and I'm really interested in
reading a wide variety of new poetry from other writers. This is new territory for me
so here's to new discoveries and maybe new friendships of the literary kind.