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  • Robinson Fred (4/8/2014 5:01:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Reasons why Aluva will soon become a major residential area

    With more than one major developments progressing in Kochi, the city will soon get listed as one among the best metro cities in the country. This has also contributed extensively to the growth and development of many towns nearby. One among them, and perhaps the most important one, is Aluva, ideally located a few kilometres away from Cochin.

  • Hanna Cox (4/3/2014 2:31:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    “Giving In”

    By: Hanna Cox

    You put the blame on me

    but can’t you see,

    in this world full of lies

    you think I’m so shy,

    but I have a lot to say

    about what goes

    on today.


    You say I’m wrong,

    but I know I’m right,

    now I know,

    that I can’t win

    this fight.


    Just believe me,

    just this once

    can’t you see?

    your judgement

    has no effect

    on me,

    you try and hurt me

    even though I plea.



    I’m a flame,

    that can’t be

    put out,

    even when you

    scream and shout.


    Try and pull

    me down,

    and surely

    you will see,

    that your words

    have no effect on me,

    I’m the only

    one who gets

    no credit,

    why don’t you

    get it?


    I try so hard to

    do it right,

    I have these feelings,

    deep within,

    always knowing

    that I can’t win,

    but if I try too hard,

    I’ll always end up

    giving in.

  • Hanna Cox (4/3/2014 2:31:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    No name
    By Hanna Cox

    You put on a show,
    to hide your
    true feelings.

    You don’t have
    to be on
    their side,
    you have a
    family who
    loves you,
    more than
    you know.

    I know you
    want to end
    it all,
    but you
    have to keep
    standing tall.

    I believe in
    you, I believe
    you can win
    this fight.

    You are stronger
    than you will
    ever know.
    I would write
    a song
    to keep
    you going,
    but my song
    writing skills,
    just aren’t
    flowing.

    So I wrote
    this poem instead,
    so that you
    can stay strong.
    I believe that
    one day you will
    prove them wrong.

    Don’t give up
    on me, please,
    give me
    a sign,
    that you’re
    okay, that you
    can make it
    through the day.

    I know you
    love someone,
    more than
    I will ever know.
    Maybe the case is,
    that you’re afraid
    to let it show.

    I know you’re
    being bullied
    and I know
    that you’re
    depressed,
    and with pills,
    I know that
    you're obsessed.
    You're like
    a bomb
    ticking down and,
    ready to explode.
    Their lies
    you try
    to decode.

    They spread rumors,
    the nasty ones
    that make
    you want
    to die.
    At night
    you cry
    yourself to
    sleep.

    You've fallen in
    too deep.

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    • Fiona Schwartzinoff (4/26/2014 5:13:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      How sad...: (I hope this is fiction. BTW, I loved the last sentence. It created a nice effect at the end. :)

  • Kathleen Neff (4/2/2014 10:21:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hey everyone, it is me Kathleen. I just wanted to say I was sorry for not posting any more poems on here because I have been very busy with two things. One is my book that I am writing and it has taking up a lot of my time and two is district music contest is on the 25th and I have a solo. AAAAHHH! I have everything down in the solo except that I have a serious case of stage fright. I can't sing in front of my school because I know them and it is just to nerve wrecking. My teacher says (these are her words not mine) that I have a beautiful and enchanting voice but I need to let it out. I need to stop being selfish. Um hello I have stage fright, I mean I can sing karaoke in a bar because I don't know the people but hello people who go to my school will be at the contest and I will be going against the best singer in my school. I am doomed! . Love you guys and I love you poem hunter.

    Sincerely Your's truly,
    Kathleen

  • Jack Growden (3/28/2014 1:57:00 AM) Post reply Stage

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  • Marisa Eutsler (3/27/2014 11:29:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I lay in my bed
    windows cracked and shattered
    they wished I were dead
    as they petered and pattered

    My covers are white and blank
    there has been no rain
    whispered around like I’m some skank
    there’s nothing to ease the pain

    blood drips down the walls
    holes are in the ceiling
    my hand trembles and falls
    I’ve lost all of my feeling

    you crept in the corner
    avoiding my eyes
    you acted as a foreigner
    I ate up the lies

    my cup no longer full
    I drank it all down
    I’m so tired of the bull
    such a stupid clown

    its time for my life to end
    pull the trigger of death
    these broken pieces cannot mend
    maybe its from all the meth

    here I am whispering goodbye
    you wave with a nasty grin
    I pop the pills and sigh
    dear lord, forgive my sin.


    - - - - - - go comment and rate please this is my second poem ive posted here. thanks!

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    • Fiona Schwartzinoff (4/26/2014 5:17:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      How horrible! As a poet, I admire your use of imager to create a deathly effect, but as a fellow human being, I truly hope that you are not considering suicide... Keep the writing coming and maybe a l ... more

  • Marisa Eutsler (3/26/2014 11:33:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Where I’m from is a place full of wonder and light.
    From the streets of Paris in the day, to the ifle tower lit up at night. The gleaming faces around me.
    From the trampoline as a child, to the garden and its glorious blooms. The sounds of birds chirping and singing their tunes.
    From the letters in my books, to the astonishing pages with the unwanted endings. The graceful poets and there mending’s.
    From the sounds of the teapot whistling in a way, I solemnly wish it were there to stay. The tea and its taste so priceless and pure.
    From “Mon ange”, to the whispers of the whimpering wind. The wishes and regrets it tends to send.
    From all the land and the beautiful buzzing bee’s, to the sunset sky and the forest tree’s. The butterflies fluttering around me.
    From the summer heat, to the bitter sweet chill. The angel of death at his kill.
    From “With every beat of thi fiery heart, there is a note meant to be played”, to the strum of my guitar as I quietly laid. The world disappearing from sight in every song.
    I am from peace, nature, and freshly baked bread. The everlasting words my grand mamae once said.
    I bring back these memories each day I live, wishing and praying I had something to give.

    - - - - - - please go comment and rate this poem! its my first one posted on my account and i want feedback before i post further! thanks :)

  • Yash Shinde (3/14/2014 10:56:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Ready for a kiss did sun rose,
    gleaming, shimmering in the April sky,
    had set to bloom bouquets of love,
    a rose among them caught my eye...

    And made me notice for the first time
    the alluring blooms of Angoora van,
    and the dew drops running down her curves,
    glistening in the golden sun....

    They evanesced in the air, left her crimson petals free
    a fragrance in air did she spread,
    the mist left bare a blossom of love,
    ...covered in carmine hues of red...

    And I did feel with my hands,
    the seraph, seraph touch of rose
    In blooms, in showers in waning crescents
    ...made she place in every prose.

    The hand that penned ran across her curves,
    drip-drip the blood it shed...
    ran across a prickly thorn,
    through hands that never hadst wept.

    Left a scar, an impression of love
    deep where no blade could reach,
    I sealed the cracks, oh fool I was,
    dug behind a deeper breach..

    For the kiss awaited was never delivered,
    tears did shed O! mighty earth
    had set to fire myriad hues,
    and had shut close each bud till next birth...

    There as remnant in the carmine flesh of mine,
    the deep impression of the barb did stay.
    ...Love never ends sans pain,
    But ends here the Rosy lay..
    .............................................................I would be glad to receive your comments and suggestions.....yash shinde

  • Hunter Ribbe (3/8/2014 5:53:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Paris, the city of many words... you could call it the city of love, the city of food or the city of Culture. I often travel to Paris it's a wonderful city, the architectur of the buildings gives the entire city a Touch of imagination, we could call it the biggest Museum built from it's history.

  • Tatiyana Wade (2/24/2014 11:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies Stage

    This is my first time using Poem hunter.
    " A Girl"
    I see a girl in pain
    but...
    you see a girl in the rain.
    a girl that wants to scream while the whole world sings.
    I see a girl that wants to be cool
    but...
    you see a girl that looks like a fool.
    a girl that cares, but isn't cared for.
    I see a girl in her place
    but...
    you see a girl with a lot to face!

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    • Red Skye (5/13/2014 6:29:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      This is good. Everyone judges people before they even know them. My best friend and boyfriend used to hate me before they saw who I really was. t

    • Tanya Gupta (3/28/2014 10:40:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      very nice tatiyana, i totally agree with this. i have also written a poem paradise girl based on same theme and emotions. go through it and match your veiws

    • Ritika Mendjoge (3/12/2014 11:34:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      @ Tatiyana, I really liked the contradiction and the irony. Moreover, it depicts the " girl behind mask" which is worthy of appreciation.

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