Leaving A Home
I made poetry sites as a happy home
But no enthusiasm from members to welcome
Just scant respect and no worry if some one goes or come
Only attachment to particular persons or some
Well, poetry is a big field
Position is never permanently held
It is material and content that is taken into account
What else matters more count?
I did enough of efforts for new comers or established one
The response was lukewarm and cared by none
Many articles go unnoticed
As if pushed to corner and sentenced
I gave enough room to accommodate
Things did not improve or went well to relate
So I decide to withdraw from the site
As I think it a step deem to be right
It speaks of unhealthy trend among readers
It does not encourage writer or sender
People even do not respond to comments
This has hurt me much and I very much resent
I had no regret for leaving
As it was normal behaving
People try to have set crowd
But that speaks not much loud
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shock treatment
I again suffered with shock treatment
It was disheartening and bad statement
I was denied prestigious membership
It was deliberate and intended to aground the ship
How come after writing thousands of articles?
One can comment against set principles
There is room for improvement at all the levels
Person is afforded a chance to excel
With all praises and comments on high notes
One is getting ready for moving in new slots
It is elevation and recognition of good service
As poetry progresses with very good promise
I have yet to think seriously on the issue
I have reader friends who sent periodical reviews
It is so heartening to note with lots of respect
I again leave this to the wisdom and introspect
The poetry is all about conveying strong intent
The pen is so empowered to suitable comment
The message is well received by and understood
It is reflection in mirror and serves as natural food
One should not be deterred by discouragement
It is always there and there is deliberate movement
One may be pulled down with adverse comment
Writer should always concentrate and read the comments
It has disappointed but not crashed me down
There may be faults here and there of my own
I can take vow to improve upon and render best service
Writer should not stop at any time till his demise
If the poetry gains little ground for any cause
It is always welcome step because
The purpose is well served and appreciated
Peace and harmony prevails without being further vitiated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Change Of Time!
A change of time changes everything in life!
Glorious poetry turned into prose for use earlier;
Stories, novels and articles ruled prominent;
With the coming of computer poetry resurrected!
Now everybody enjoys indulging in poetry for fun;
Articles, stories and novels are superseded by poetry!
Many poetry websites entertain new poets daily;
Many enjoy poetry reading and writing at anytime!
Poetry has become cheap product for all to use;
Nobody thought that such a thing could happen!
Nobody buys poetry books but novels and magazines;
Is poetry a use and throw material only in market now?
The things that cannot be expressed in stories, novels
Are done in poetry to satisfy heart, thought and spirit!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Fun Or Fate Poetry Writing?
Poetry writing has become a matter of fun!
With play of words many indulge in this fun;
Fun without fact will make poetry quite inept.
Fun or fate, some write poetry with true fact!
There are many things for them to have fun,
But it has become easy to play in poetry sites.
Also there are comments, voting and ranking;
These make them play this game regularly!
Fact is some are born poets in these sites also!
It is quite true some become poets sooner here!
Also it happens that some are branded as poets!
So goes the survival of these sites by this fun!
No poetry can survive long without fun and fact;
Fun or fate, poetry has become a part of life ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Poetry
Poetry.......
Poetry defines me
Poetry.......
A place where you be you and I'll be me.
Poetry.......
We are best friends for eternity.
My Poetry.......
Is the daughter of my emotion,
There I've said it, no need to interpret the connection.
Poetry.......
Where my pen and paper are sealed with a kiss,
So easy to write for my mind is a bliss.
Poetry.......
Poetry has multiple meanings,
An indescribable feeling when I realize others understand them.
My Poetry.......
It just comes natural to me.
My Poetry.......
Is out there, , , , , away from exile,
And style of writing is very versatile.
Poetry.......Poetry.......
P oetry.......
It speaks out to me.
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Onlookers decide
poetry is a picture of yourself
without you having to worry
what others would say of you
poetry is your view of the world,
your side of things, your value
of things, without having to
worry where your position is
it is that lake that can make
you look impressionistic
or even abstract but it never
takes or adds to your idea
of yourself because that is
for the onlookers to decide
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Are persons people?
and he says
you don’t write poetry to please people, you know
that’s with a comma after people
you write poems to please you
with shock lines like I still treasure
our first condom oh my love
to show that you’re cool and hip
but she says why write poems at all
if they don’t please people
men have such egos I suppose
it’s because they can’t have babies
but who are people anyway, how
many persons make a people or
how few persons and are they
a random mix or is there like
a recipe, some of this lot some of that
he says people who know about these things
like poetry but how do you know
which are the people who know
I’m not sure I know he knows for a start
and she says well ordinary people
so what then do you slide up
to a bus queue when there’s no
bus in sight and say look you’re
ordinary people I’ve been looking for you
yeah watch them give you a nasty look
and skedaddle pretending they remembered
they were due some place else
I’m beginning to wonder if people really exist
I mean as such but I’ll have to stop there
my PC says it’s run out of virtual memory
that’s another thing I don’t understand
maybe people are just a virtual memory too
I’m beginning to wonder if anyone knows
what *people* should think about poetry
maybe they should just write it throw it away
see who picks it up and not never nohow talk about
other *people’s* poetry
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Commenting (Please Read)
This poem is dedicated to a very dear friend in Canada.
Melvina Germain.
The first person who left a heart prints on my work almost a year and a half ago. Mel, a million thanks from me.
Love and Hugs.
David xxxx
Some people read your work
and then pass on their way,
never leaving a comment
whether they liked it or not.
For any writer good or bad,
unless someone makes a comment on your work,
you feel left out in the cold.
For those who think that comments do not help,
let me tell you what comments have done for me.
For six or seven years I had given up writing,
I swore I would never lift my pen again.
Then in January 2007,
I posted a few old poems on a poetry site.
I was confused and lost at the time.
Never though for one moment
anyone would want to read my humble work.
I was wrong.
Through the comments I received,
I started writing again.
Since the 19th January 2007 to today the 14th June 2008
I have written 1132 poems, a 80,000 word novel,
collaborated on over 20 poems
with two young ladies half a world away from me
and published my first book of poetry.
For under a year and a half
that is not a bad record
and it happened through the encouragement in comments.
So the next time you read someone work
and there is a space for a comment,
leave one please.
Those little heart prints can change someone’s life
and encourage them on to do better things.
Your comment does not have to be lengthy,
just a word or two will do.
Remember it is good to help someone
and by leaving a comment,
that is just what you will do.
I always leave a comment on everything I read
knowing how others comments have helped me.
14 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Some Purpose For Poetry
Poetry is a universal medium
That we use to express ourselves
Effectively through a chosen idiom
Some poetry can be found unused on shelves
While other poetry will be used at random.
Poetry has been put to good use
By people to improve their plight
Sometimes poetry has been used to create abuse
And it can cause people to become engaged in a fight.
I, personally, recommend writing for good use.
poem by Michael Leroy Porter
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Poetry is Dead
Capital D.
Go to the bookstore if you don’t
Believe me
See if you can find the poetry
Way back in the back where
Most people seldom go
If you do find it, what
Do you see?
Frost and Dickinson and
Susan Polis Schutz
Oh, yes, Poetry is Dead.
Who killed it? And why?
We need to find the corpse
Get a sample of DNA
Re-construct a new being
A Poetry people can relate to
A Poetry people want to hear
A Poetry not only striking
But with something vividly important
To say.
(Previously published in CER*BER*US, XLIII, July 2001)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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Poetry Is
Poetry is when she wakes up with a smile on her angel face and says thank you for watching over my breathe all night, its when I hold her and she says I miss missing you even when I’m right there next to her.
Her EYES are the mother of poetry, one of a kind, her SMILE is the goddess of poetry, rare and beautiful, her VOICE is the heaven of poetry, so sweet and gentle.
When she loves me she does so with all the poetry she has inside her, , , everything about her is poetry, her poetry speaks to me without saying anything, it touches me without holding me, it makes me feel even without her near me
SHE IS POETRY IN MY SOUL, IN MY MIND, IN MY HEART.
poem by Tendai Maturure
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Forgiveness Is Not the Key
I look down at the people, I worry about their woes
I worry about their joys, their friends, their foes
I worry about their lives and the way they live it
I worry about their dreams and wonder if they’ll heed it
I worry about the tears I see running down their face
I worry about their lies they tell in this time and place
I worry about their truths that always hurt more
I worry about what they will definitely have in store
I look down at the people who never showed compassion
Who hate each other with the strongest passion
Who pushed me aside as though I were nothing
I wonder, do they care about anything?
I realise they treat each other as dirt
And they revel within all the hurt
Not one ever worried for me
I’m so glad that I can finally see
I refuse to worry or care about them and their petty ways
I will never again worry for their days
Because not one ever cared for me
Forgiveness is not the key
Not when I live life so lonely
I want to be loved only
For them I’ll never again feel woe
Because I’ll be nothing but their foe
poem by Lenore Lee
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Poetry?
what is poetry
a bunch rhymes
or just simple words on paper because you have to much time
poetry to me isnt all about rhyming
poetry to me is a way to get out emotions or things that happen in the past your to scared to say so instead you write about it. poetry can be sweet, bad, naughty, nice poetry is how your feeling poetry takes on the tone of voice your to scared to explain. poetry is that voice deep down inside that voice that takes over when your typing or writng. to me people are poetry people are the voice, people are the future, but poetry is the key that on locks us all. to stand up and use that voice that we write with when were writng poetry.
poem by Jerrell Frazier
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New poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For new poet
Who cares for new poet?
Everybody seems to be protective and quiet
You read mine and I read yours
This leads to complete failures
Some one may form cartel and look very bold
Very good things may be easily said and sold
Two or three people may always praise ordinary things
The whole concept may be killed for little silly things
We have slave mentality
It has not yet outlived its utility'
They emerge in one form or another
One may always try to push away others
What does the present trend indicate?
No originality but only excerpts to relate
Some paragraphs are picked up from here and there
This may gave temporary praise but lead no where
Everyone wants to have protective shield
As if literature is like an open field
You go at will and take services of small poets
Not a single area is left where you find no gates
Many mushroom in a day and fade away in evening
Their careers come to an early end before it has beginning
Now artificial rating is introduced to keep you on top position
Hired people click on your names and completely alter the situation
You will find ready made new comers to go in for quick favor
Their articles may be published even if they are not fit for
It is real scene of the day and everything is on sale
We can leave behind sordid affair with very sad tale
Poets are complete love failure
They have limited stay and tenure
Nothing goes as per solid plan
Some of them may prove only white swan
In later stage they resort to alcoholic route
They may take it as final trap still flout
The sad tale may reveal what is going on inside
Through poetic verses they may reveal and silently confide
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Modern Communication System!
Everything has been simplified for want of time now!
Communication devices encourage brief messaging;
Long instructions for management or information stop
Superseding to small message servicing already here.
New form of writings has come up according to time;
Poetry has more scope than articles or stories in big size.
After seeing various forms to blank verse poetry comes
Now in the form of free verse depicting individuals style.
Mechanical, fundamental poetry writing is orthodox now;
Natural, pure poetry composition has prominence no doubt.
Exposing whole truth to the society is the job of journalism;
Governance of the people to prosperity is the job of politics;
Exploration of truth and wisdom is the work of philosophy;
Poetry composition combines all these to communicate to all!
poem by Ramesh T A
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4 Respect Peom I Made
1.) respect count as a word
regret as another
you get what i mean
respect all you gain from others
and if you regret you totally forget.
2.) respect ain't no joke
when is was getting wrote
when is was done is was publish on the road
when is was on the road
people took it away and they hosted it, posted it, tossed it and then
finally they spoke it.
3.) respect me padre cinco madre
respect me time ocho while i count up to doso
respect me with action
and i give you reaction.
4.) Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
but don't forget to respect yourself for a good effect.
poem by Dbhker Don
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A Poet Of Our
He doesn't like non rhyming poetry ignore what he has to say
About your fashionable writing you are the poet of the day
Your thoughts on paper are as deep as the ocean you are a wise one indeed
You are an emerging writer as a poet you will succeed
Everyone has their opinions no two exactly the same
He doesn't like modern poetry but he has not sullied your name
It only means you are a good writer when others your works criticize
You are a poet of the future you've won a literary prize
At poetry nights you read your verses and always for you there's an encore
You feel so proud and so happy when the audience they beg you for more
People love you for your poetry see you as a poetic great
But not everyone as you know your success will celebrate
He is a man of the fifties he only likes poems that rhyme
So many do love your poetry you are a poet of our time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Poet Of Our Time
He doesn't like non rhyming poetry ignore what he has to say
About your fashionable writing you are the poet of the day
Your thoughts on paper are as deep as the ocean you are a wise one indeed
You are an emerging writer as a poet you will succeed
Everyone has their opinions no two exactly the same
He doesn't like modern poetry but he has not sullied your name
It only means you are a good writer when others your works criticize
You are a poet of the future you've won a literary prize
At poetry nights you read your verses and always for you there's an encore
You feel so proud and so happy when the audience they beg you for more
People love you for your poetry see you as a poetic great
But not everyone as you know your success will celebrate
He is a man of the fifties he only likes poems that rhyme
So many do love your poetry you are a poet of our time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To a fellow poet
What can I give you –
for only giving can I think of,
in this dark season of the year
which needs no festive name, to name the need…
this dark season, when hearts yearn
for all that’s bright, and warm, and love..
what can I give you, at this time?
I give you – music… music, heard
outside the heart’s dark winter door
to say, that all’s not lost; all’s never lost;
there’s music still and always, through the door…
you’ll hear, and know yourself to be that all…
I give you – laughter… laughter, on the face
of strangers, as you open that dark door;
strangers who laughing turn to you
and share their laughter and a proffered hand;
a room of laughter shared with you, illusions laughed away…
As poet gives to poet, these I give you;
they are – but poetry;
as poetry, may live.
*
[occasioned by discussion of ‘the three persons’ in poetry:
the confessional poetry of ‘I’;
the poetry that speaks and gives to ‘you’;
and the poetry of he, she, it, they – of universal truth..]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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