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Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.

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Vangile Mtyali 02 August 2011

In here u used something a bit different to describe what you were going through and you made it fit in perfectly

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Vangile Mtyali 02 August 2011

This is amazing, in here you wrote like a child from africa if I didn't know that you were from Uk I would say you an african. Most african children or children from the 3rd world countries can relate to this and this is what makes a good write, being able to put yourself in ones shoes n feel what they going through

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Vangile Mtyali 02 August 2011

I'm speechless, all I can say is you really good in painting a picture through poetry

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Vangile Mtyali 02 August 2011

gezz Girl what were you going through when you wrote this. I do have a poem similar to this one. this poem is both painful n moving. I love it

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Vangile Mtyali 02 August 2011

I love the way you play around with words and the way you write shows a lot of maturity

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When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.