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  • Rookie - 0 Points Mathew Lewis (2/5/2013 6:51:00 PM) Post reply
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    Hello all.

    I have recently made a return to poemhunter after quite a long absence. Please drop me a line as I always am looking for new awesome poems to read and young new poets to interact with.


  • Rookie - 148 Points Jayne Davies (1/31/2013 2:04:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi there, I joined yesterday. Just submitted my poem called I'll Hold You Close. I look forward to reading other members work!

  • Rookie - 19 Points Jagmeet Singh (1/28/2013 11:00:00 AM) Post reply

    I'm Not a proffesional poet, but like to write poems as a hobby.
    According to my colleagues they are well written.

    When i read other old but gold poets' poems, so difficult language
    is used and most were boring.My poems are easy to understand
    and full of fun.
    so enjoy reading and comment as much as you can.

  • Rookie - 22 Points Aldrich Suarez (1/27/2013 9:32:00 PM) Post reply

    hello to all,
    It is with great humility and hesitancy to be a Poet....I am 18 years old from Philippines and I love Gothic, Horror, and Humorous poems....thank you..
    PS please add me as a friend

  • Rookie Anela Mrubata (1/25/2013 11:33:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello to everything. I wouldn't be posting in this forum unless i needed a favour from all of you. As you know this forum is mostly used by new poets looking to make a names for themselves by earning respect from fellow poets. I am one of those many new poets looking to make an impact, therefore i'd like to invite all to read/vote/comment on my poetry. Your input will be highly appreciated and will help me to improve in areas in which i lack. Thanks in advance fellow poets

  • Rookie Devin Rai (1/25/2013 12:26:00 PM) Post reply

    Hey, Fellow poets, I am Devin Rai, new to this site. I just submitted my poem, " My last five minutes" . It's about regrets and worries you have when your times comes. I hope you all will like it. And feel free to present your views on my poem. It'll will be of great help.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jennifer Rothgordt (1/24/2013 6:51:00 PM) Post reply

    pretty new to site looking for feed back on my submissions

    Amidst the Mist

    City streets and lanterns mired in the mist.
    Where old couples and young lovers have often stopped to kiss.
    the lamp outside the Barber shop casts an eerie twisted light.
    Pale colors adorn the buildings face, long into the night.
    Lively music lilts like crystal chimes amidst the densest fog.
    A pungent scent floats lightly and boasts of frothy grog.
    The golden glow of the carriage lights bounce lightly down the street.
    The fog horn from the harbor, warning ships, whose bows could meet.
    The clock towers ancient bell, strikes out, an echoing refrain.
    Wrapped in your arms, and in this spot, for my life, I could remain.

    Jennifer Rothgordt

  • Rookie Billy Simani (1/22/2013 7:17:00 AM) Post reply

    Sometime in life we loose ourselves,
    To re-discover ourselves,
    We loose our way,
    So that we come back one day,

    That's when we discover,
    Who we really are,
    Legends of the future,
    That's who we are.

  • Rookie Busy Dsa (1/22/2013 12:27:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey comrades,
    I am busy;
    that's what they call me - busy
    I write for myself, but as they they said, we enjoy it a lot, why you don't share it with others
    Writing for 12 years, insights in colloquial.
    Whatever you feel, let me know

    Remarks were made
    Before we were born
    We live to hear them

    Some say vague Some say surreal
    but if they lived my words for seconds
    I am done

    - - - - - x- - - - - - -

    I wanted to see the sky
    The wild winters withered the trees
    The quakes took down the condo
    The rivers turned ice
    The clouds went missing
    But I was too stoned to say goodbye

  • Rookie Robert Kershaw (1/21/2013 10:18:00 AM) Post reply

    I'm Rob from New Zealand and this is my style of writing.

    The poets were right.

    Articulation dies like the smokers liver.
    Romanticism falls when sex we consider.
    Now I know the poets were correct.
    I sit in my room with thoughts to reflect.
    No longer having the urge to steal.
    All I want is the right to feel.
    Because my heart has found peace.
    I found a place to release.
    Something so simple like a dove.
    Expressing feelings of love.
    The poets were correct.
    My urges to do wrong are gone.

    I hope you enjoy it.
    You can follow my writing journey on blogspot (http://robsjunction.blogspot.co.nz/) or through my poemhunter account.
    Thanks :)

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