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  • Mawunyo Adjei (1/21/2014 7:59:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi friends, I need you to critique my poems for me in my wall

  • Mawunyo Adjei (1/21/2014 7:59:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi friends, I need you to critique my poems for me in my page

  • David Greene (1/18/2014 11:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    My raft has gone
    I’ve no strength left to swim.

    So now I sink
    deep down.
    Perhaps she will return.

    There’s no sunlight
    down here.
    I have drifted too deep.

    All I know here
    is pain.
    And never can I sleep.

    There’s no end to
    this ocean.
    I drown eternally.

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  • Femme Feeble (1/11/2014 11:57:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Remember the thing that happened that I remember but turned out to not be real?
    Oh, that old thing?
    Yeah, I preferred it where it is, thank you very much.

    I have been doing very well ignoring it's existence, so you picking it up again and waving it in my face is just
    Obnoxious and very silly looking. The kids playing on the swings are staring.

    Do you even remember who I am?How I don't like when you crack your knuckles or
    Tap the table or
    Fidget too much or
    Do stupid things like want to love me.

    What if I decided to die? Would you care?

    Not that I am, of course.
    But I am just saying that I would care if you did. And I really don't know what you would do if I

    I guess I'm the only person in the world without a life so sue me for wanting to spend it with you.
    I was stupid to think that was something that you were in to.
    You have your bands and your Shakespeare and your worldliness and everything that I don't have.

    And maybe I am secretly glad,
    Because I can't live with that much excitement in my life.

    And you are far too aggressive for me anyway.
    And that thing where you are already in a relationship yeah that part oops ha. ha. ha.

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    • Fiona Schwartzinoff (1/19/2014 10:00:00 PM) Post reply

      I like this nonchalance in this poem. :) My favorite part is: I guess I'm the only person in the world without a life so sue me for wanting to spend it with you.

  • Aditya Raman (1/8/2014 12:54:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi all. I'm new here and I wish to share some of my poems that I've written. So now I'm sharing one.Please do drop some Comments & Suggestion. Thank you.

    Deep in a Kiss
    - - - - - - - - - -
    When I kiss,
    I sense the eternal bliss,
    our souls meet,
    through the lips.

    Love the one,
    I be the one.
    You for me,
    I for you.

    One love,
    for me n’ for you.
    One heart for,
    we the two.

    The three words,
    not enough to,
    say my love.
    x- - - - - - - - - - - -x

  • Jack Growden (1/6/2014 1:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Please feel free to read my recently updated collection, and rate and comment as you wish. It would be greatly appreciated, Jack Growden.

  • Melissa Robinson (1/5/2014 3:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Please give me feedback on this poem.!

    Off the tip of your tongue and from your mouth
    your rancid accusations degrade me.
    I try and push them away and block them out
    from all that I'm contemplating.

    But it's so hard to do with how much I care
    for you and all of our memories..
    Your lack of virtue and your suppressed emotions
    are no excuse for u to hurt me.

    This contention among us lacerates me;
    my hearts made of glass and it's shattering.
    I strive farthest from you but still long for your touch-
    the scent of your skin still remains comforting.

    I've sullenly noticed I am addicted to you,
    your like a drug and I'm finally quitting.
    This time it's for good, you make me sick;
    stay away from me, don't talk to me, don't touch me..

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  • Vikas Rawat (12/27/2013 4:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hi friends.... i love creating poems! ! ! ! here is one of my poem for football! ! !
    LIonel Messi
    we all know that he is a real football king
    seeing his game i feel this normal life boring
    he dedicated his life and everything for his game
    even he left his family to get the Fame
    his palms are sweaty
    knees weak but arms are heavy
    he is best in the world he keeps on forgetting
    he looks nervous on his face but he's calm and ready
    oh! when he bomb down the crowd shout so loud
    he want to shut their mouth.
    but the words don't come out
    he is choking how
    on his game nobody is joking now..
    you know his reality
    he goes against gravity
    once he put on barca's jersy
    his name is messi but he shows no mercy
    when he comes opponents deadly plead
    when he goals everyone even the opponents bow their head
    during his play no one can cheat him
    there's no one in this world who can compete him
    for winning he have such a rage
    that he can even with his strength tear the cage
    when he strikes no one can stop him
    cuz he's lightning thunder even no one can plot him! !
    Its the Messiah

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  • Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/19/2013 12:14:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    And just because I find this addicting, here's another poem I wrote. Inspired by Wuthering Heights actually! " Even Though The Sun Wasn't Out" .

    I saw two wild hearts in the heather.
    Running, they flew through the grass;
    Dancing, they climbed the shores and cliffs
    To a sea as calm as glass.
    They splashed in the miniature oceans
    Made by heaven’s spout.
    They bathed in sunlight at night time
    Even though the sun wasn’t out.

    Even though the sun wasn’t out
    And the air was wet with dew
    They could see nothing but light and beauty
    In the fantasy land they called true.
    They could see nothing but paradise
    In the windy and dreary day.
    They could see nothing but sunlight
    Even though the sun had gone away.

    Their world was tenuously quiet
    A web vibrating in the breath of the wind.
    Their small feet plunged down the hill
    To a land where angels had been;
    Where the air was clear of all things dark,
    All things to come, truth and doubt.
    And where the sunlight shone everywhere in their eyes –
    Even though the sun wasn't out.

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  • Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/19/2013 12:12:00 AM) Post reply

    My poem to all the girls who pretend to be something they're just not. It's called " They Wear The Mask" . Hope you like it and visit my other poems!

    They frolic about like fawn,
    They flit about like fairy,
    They rule the room,
    They burn the air –

    But where are they?

    They mask their faces,
    They paint their eyes,
    They flaunt their bodies
    Their laughter holds cries.

    But what are they?

    They want to sing like Hannah Montana,
    They want to look like Barbie dolls,
    They want to be Vampire novel heroines,
    Even though reality beckons and tolls.

    But who are they?

    I don’t know
    And they don’t know;
    It’s all such a terrible mess.
    They stain their innocence like dirt the snow
    And don’t even know, they don’t even know
    How they’ve given a silly masquerade fest.

    They hide their faces behind a show
    Of flaunting musicals and false glee
    To portray to the world someone else,
    Shouting, “This is me! This is me! This is me! ”

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