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A quick poll...how many ppl here write poetry?
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Jul 3, 2008 4:52 PM
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Yeah, I write poetry, and I gotta say Def Poetry is pretty disappointing at times. They always have entertaining people, but the quality of work has been known to be rather questionable. Gotta love Kevin Coval though.
http://www.digitalfuntown.com/homepage.php
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Jun 22, 2008 12:45 AM
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Yes I write conscious poetry
poems from the heart to the heart
I have been writing since my 9/11 ordeal to cope with my panic attacks and anxiety attacks
check out my site
i just launched it this week
it is called
www.poemsoftrueemotions.com
and i won a 2007 editor choice award
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Edited by trueemotions at 06/21/2008 9:45 PM PDT
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(23 of 25)
May 15, 2008 4:08 PM
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Yes I do...I love writing, reading, and listening to poetry! It's the best way to express myself...
INDECISIVE AND UNCERTAIN
It's getting late
and sleep is beckoning me,
but I can't succumb at this time, so sleep will have to wait.
As I sit here alone,
a million thoughts race through my mind
and I wanna make them go away, but
tranquility of the heart and mind is so hard for me to find.
I'm aware of current situations
and I know what needs to be said and done...
eventhough I have said and done those things,
I'm beginning to have doubts about the decisions made.
Uncertainty consumes me
and indecisiveness traps me where I stand.
My eyes fill with tears of sorrow and regret
while simultaneously my throat swells with all the words I dare not say
and my mind is cluttered with all the memories I can't seem to forget.
We have said good-bye many times before,
but somehow you have always found your way back to me...
Is this time different?
Is it finally over and are we finally free?
Can you honestly say that you're prepared to live life without me?
As I allow these questions to linger in my mind,
I'm deep in thought as I ponder their answers...
Lacking the knowledge of where we truly stand eats me up inside.
Nevertheless I paint a smile on my face every morning
and carry on as if I'm not affected when in reality I am...
As more tears fall,
I fight hard to compose myself and make them stop,
but it's no use...
As these tears fall,
I hope and long for a text message, an email, or a call...
Anything to indicate you're feeling half of what I feel...
Anything to indicate that everything you said you feel for me is real...
As I wait and wait,
more tears gradually fall
and gradually I realize that I'm waiting for nothing at all...
you're never gonna text, email, or call.
I don't want you to,
but then again maybe I do...
I don't wanna be with you,
but then again maybe I want that too...
I don't wanna see you,
but I'm feeling as if I need to...
I wanna talk to you,
but then again I don't wanna hear what you may say...
I'm so indecisive and so uncertain
and I hate feeling this way.
The only thing certain to me
is that I'm still in love with you and only you...
I don't wanna love you and I don't wanna be in love with you,
but that's something that will never change.
My love for you will never die
and everyday I ask myself why...
Why do I still love you the way I do?
The answer to this question is deep within my heart...
can't stand the fact that we're so torn apart...
I hurt so much inside
because I want you in my life...
forever by my side.
Scratch that...I need you
because I've never loved anyone as much as I love you
and I know that I may never love anyone as intensely...
Everytime I see you
I just wanna embrace you close
and never let go...
Everytime you're close to me
I just wanna kiss away all the pain that I caused you.
The again I don't want any of those things...
maybe I want you to keep your distance and stay far away,
but not even disance can make anything between us okay...
I'm uncertain about what's best for me,
but everyone tell me it's not you...
They tell me to leave you alone
and that getting back with you is the worst thing I could do...
What if they're wrong?
Who's to say that you're not meant to be with me?
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(22 of 25)
Apr 22, 2008 9:16 PM
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I love writing poetry and have been writing poetry for over 26 years. Poetry is love of communicating through a great art form.
Love By Imagination
Let me penetrate your
mind with words Of lingo.
There?s nothing
to see for darkness
overwhelms the night.
Let?s not give in to
the seductive feelings
Of lust, so we can let
our minds unite in
truth in light.
Intellectual foreplay
creates boundaries of
exploration. Without
touching or kissing
you?ll find a delicate
whisper of love within
your imagination.
Whispers in the dark
have meaning of more
than love. Commitment
is just one of things
I think of.
I want to make love
to you with poetic words
that make you climax from
what?s been Said.
Have you shiver from
every syllable spoken.
While you lie back in your
bed.
With our imagination we
Can journey to Spain.
Make love in different
Languages, while we
Swing from chandeliers.
Sip words of champagne.
Swallow lyric of screaming
Pleasure. Can you sustain?
Because there?s more as
we journey to the core
with succulent desires
as we baptize our souls
by fire in the heat of
verbal passion dripping
with flavor ever lasting.
Filling your inner core
while your body silently
screams for more.
Before we take flight
and leave the night to
bring in a new day.
We open our eyes and
Sanctify out thoughts
with a kiss as we part
ways.
We needed no explanation.
Because we only wanted to
Enjoy love by imagination.
Copyright © 2008 David Burton
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Edited by techman443 at 04/22/2008 6:17 PM PDT
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(21 of 25)
Apr 15, 2008 3:49 PM
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There are SOO many talented people on this board!
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Angela
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(20 of 25)
Mar 18, 2008 11:02 AM
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Her Heart
She lays her heart out on the ground
Simply
Nothing less, nothing more
Not seemingly complicated
Her heart
It?s a little worn
Missing a few pieces
Tied together in some places
Unraveled in others
Her heart
She looks into your eyes
Searching for something
You feel what her heart feels
All her pain, all her trials
Happiness and love
Her Heart
Whispers of imperfections
But it sings of strength and grace
She searches for an understanding
Acceptance
She lay on the ground
Her heart in hand
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3/6/08
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(19 of 25)
I try........ Let me know?
Mar 6, 2008 10:07 PM
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Unicorn
Heraldry, moral wing span
tip to tip across mankind.
Once persevered heart,
innocence afoot
spear of destiny pierced
my thoughts.
World's purity is lost,
death of the unicorn.
So This Is The World
So, This is the World? Big brother
ensconce himself next to me
Silence, trust me he knew,
Oscillating between fear and bravery
I will and could not move,
my freedom is on the line?
In 1 and 8 before 8 there was 4
I'd prayed the Screens
won't talk no more
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envoke demographics hyrogryphically
Feb 12, 2008 5:20 AM
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Feb 11, 2008 1:59 PM
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I wrote back in school but have not done anything since. I guess I have just one huge writer's block going on.
Great poetry here!
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Feb 6, 2008 10:28 PM
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?I would if I could?
I say
To the woman
Wrapped in the colors of life
Wrapped in reds that mock sunsets
Wrapped in blues that tease seas turned green with envy
Wrapped in yellows who sell secrets to the high noon sun
Lying in her lap
Her dying son is wrapped in the same
But his yellow eyes and sunken cheeks
Can?t claim comfort in the language of
Tribal cloth
She holds tight
But cannot shed one more tear
Dried out rivers of wrinkles
Run deep in the rich landscape of her mahogany terrain
Sinuous and saturated with more
Salt water than most oceans could claim
I would if I could
I say
To the stories
Of three year old girls
Whose legs were spread and
Souls were stolen
Animals rode in on camels backs
Shotguns in hands
Leaving blood trails
As their flags
But these aren?t stories
There are no camp fires
Only that set to the shacks of every black African Muslim
That tried to run from the government gunmen
But what can be done when
The first genocide of the twenty first century
Doesn?t make for an interesting ?reality TV?
Darfur doesn?t sell time slots on NBC
And death doesn?t seem to fit the demographics of MTV
Bush said ?Not on our watch?
But he must have meant
?We?ll see?
We all know times zones differ
Pontius wipes the fresh blood clean
And I sit
And I blame the wicked ways
Of others
I cast my finger in
Righteous indignation
Your vacant moral complacence
Frankly makes me sick
So I?m gonna sit right here
And switch back and forth between
CNN and Laguna Beach
I mean,
I would If, I could.
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Jan 23, 2008 10:45 PM
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I am waaay late in getting in here. But as they say, better late than never. Yall are REALLY good. I love the poems. I'd love to see more.
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Angela
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Dec 25, 2007 4:28 PM
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BRANCHES
for my Father-2007
In search of warmth from a sun,
behind a cloud on damp winters day.
In a season of change.
I dream of spring an the flowers it'll bring.
In the warmth of new summers sun .
As days go by I stare an see this ol' twisted tree.
In it I see my life of loves and dreams before me,
reaching in winter sky.
No leaves, just bare and naked .
The frost of winter, glisten of ice, will comfort my eyes.
Till flowers bloom in May.
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Edited by MATOIA at 12/26/2007 8:14 AM
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Re: Do you write poetry? Yes
Nov 30, 2007 4:50 PM
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it is most apparent that
you are quite aware of
the Secret
I look forward to reading
your book
Much Respect, One Love
One
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Nov 30, 2007 4:10 PM
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interesting topic
jest, devil's advocate
or genuine inquisition
all pose a ponder
thus, you shall find
we are writers of poetry
poems and song, rap, etc
the term writer offers not
justice to the prophets of verse
in all truth - verse is an inner revelation
for the one who expresses as well as
the one whom shares in the concept
of interpretation
no judgment is passed
just an expressed thought
of aroused interest
Much Respect, One Love
One
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Edited by ultimprv at 11/30/2007 1:11 PM
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Re: Do you write poetry? Yes
Nov 29, 2007 9:57 PM
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Ain't no shame in my game
Passion is my name
I write poetry and that's my fame wealth prosperity and success is what I expect and I won't settle for less
I dream and think big
My mind Is what creates
You dig?
I believe in myself and my goals
Manifesting is part of my soul
Copyright 2004-2007
Cassandra Muhammad
Author of Poetry With A Passion!
*Free Publishing Guide*
http://www.trafford.com/robots/04-1918.html
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