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  1. GoldenBird profile image61
    GoldenBirdposted 4 years ago

    Whether you have written the poem, or this is a poet who is not that much popular to the people, but familiarize us with the unknown work of a not-so-well-known master. Will I begin? -OK. Here is an Oriental poet's lines..

    "Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
    They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets."

    Let us secularize hub-forums wink

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      setarehposted 4 years ago in reply to this

      Here is one of mine;

      He is sat in a wingback chair in his study
      The gardens are stretched out before him
      He watches her smile and move and be
      His house guest.

      He leans further back, but feels no comfort in it
      A weary sigh pierces the silence
      She is bending down, picking yellow daisies
      His ideal woman.

      Two long decades ago marked their meeting
      He now knows her quirks, her scars and fears
      And her hopes. Though she cannot see all of his
      His dearest friend.

      He gazes as intently, as revering as usual
      The Sun lends a glow to her honey-wheat strands
      Could she ever understand how she transfixed him?
      His lone desire.

      It is torture as he roams over her rose-petal face
      Her eyes glimmer, her lips curve. His breath is robbed
      She does not know how enchanting she is
      His only thought.

      He hides his head and mind in large trembling hands
      But she is etched in his imperfect person
      She does not see the love he harbours
      His dream.

      He will, soon perhaps, be in another realm
      He likes to think she will place orchids by his marble slab
      And though he had never believed it before, he hopes he shall feel her
      His world.

      He stops midway - leafs through pages and recalls acquaintances
      She will need someone; truly loyal and kind and perfect
      And she may fall in love with one of these gents
      His soul mate.

      He rubs at his eyes when the ink slides down words
      Names cross his lips but neither sound right alongside hers
      Because it should be his. She should be his.
      His only redemption.

      There is nothing but empty hopes in his pained mind
      And her name and her face and her goodness
      None of which will he live to hold
      His weakness.

      He drops to his knees, his face crumpled with defeat
      With eyes shut tightly though the floor still grows wet
      But he will live until he can give her away
      His only wish.

      He sees her stroll down the pebbled path
      He will one day watch her pledge herself to another
      She will not fathom the expression he will wear
      His heartbreak.

      Thank you all

  2. ufk profile image83
    ufkposted 4 years ago

    It felt as if I was rampaging through the pages of an Enid Blyton storybook….jogging through the Enchanted Forest among the red-spotted toadstools and green luscious trees…and excitedly climbing the friendly Magic Faraway Tree. I poked my head through the fluffy white clouds..at the top of the tree..expecting to see elves giving away sweets to funny furry animals and happy old women..with broad grins and cuddly spiders.  I was disenchanted. I saw politicians arguing over the abortion law..and I saw..disasters of our modern age…I saw… two tall trenchcoat-clad gentlemen beating up BigEars…presumably the victim of a money-lender’s trap.  I saw the Three Golliwogs being ushered into a Black Maria…hand-cuffed not to a jovial PC Plod but to three vicious looking bastards with hands the size of three hams. So I slowly started my descent of the once majestic tree…now riddled with dutch elm disease. Each limb and twisted bough offered a view of life’s ugliness.  Where once sat a chuckling pixie now nestled an ogre..with a dagger and a threat. I hit the ground..with a soul-stirring thud..and decided that adulthood was a sever blow to my life. I awoke. I laid in sweat..and decided that I should do something today with my life…because I knew that somebody up there was wheeling the old metal chair towards me and booking my place in that rest home by the sea…where I had the opportunity to assume the identity of Napoleon..and strut around..hand in coat-pocket, declaring ‘Not tonight Josephine’ over and over.  So I considered my predicament. I’d reached the age of 28 years and I had a string of non-successes hanging around my neck..like a conglomerate dog after a blood-stained bone…but this bone had no marrow. I knew that someday soon one of my canine pursuers would bury me in life’s garden..and not return to disinter me…too disinteresting you see.  I hoped that one day I could make one of these dogs my best friend..which incidentally should be easy…because they wag their tails whereas we wag our tongues.

    (that's one of mine btw)

  3. calpol25 profile image76
    calpol25posted 4 years ago

    My Valentines Poem

    I buy Chocolates for you,
    I grow Tulips for you.
    I give Kisses to you,
    I have loving for you. 

    I am caring for you,
    I am sharing with you.
    I get closer to you,
    I grow older with you.

    But the one thing I want, which will just have to do.
    Is signed and sealed letter with DIVORCE from you. smile

    By Calpol25

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      Home Girlposted 4 years ago in reply to this

      It's sad, don't you think?

      1. Mekenzie profile image93
        Mekenzieposted 4 years ago in reply to this

        Very, yes indeed .. unexpected ending there Calpol25

      2. calpol25 profile image76
        calpol25posted 4 years ago in reply to this

        yeah a tad sad but gets the point across lol ROFL smile

    2. pkesols profile image61
      pkesolsposted 4 years ago in reply to this


  4. Mekenzie profile image93
    Mekenzieposted 4 years ago

    I do not consider myself a poet.  There have only been two times I have felt compelled to write poetry.  This poem is included in a very personal hub I wrote about my son:

    My Son His Son

    the first glimpse of you

    heart awakened

    tremulous waves

    through and through

    a mother to this child

    Is it true?

    My precious boy

    an adventure

    a love so new

    dark curly hair

    white chubby cheeks

    tender and fair

    I gaze into BIG pools of chocolate

    and get lost

    are you really mine little man?

    my heart held captive

    by you

    I am

    your biggest fan

    a toddler uncovers

    the person in you

    face covered in smiles

    eyes dancing too

    tiny sounds of music and laughter

    will you love me forever

    never say never

    you were mine for many years

    sharing love, laughter

    a multitude of tears

    you got lost

    as manhood geared

    confused and searching

    spiraling far away

    from me.

    I died inside

    It didn’t seem fair

    God broke through

    with his care

    took the weight

    on His shoulders

    to bear

    you were mine for a time

    HIS for All Time

    All grown up now

    My Son His Son

    and me?

    I still get lost in your eyes

    To stare and adore

    from the shore

    a very strong man

    to the very core.

    Copywrite 2010

  5. Shanna11 profile image91
    Shanna11posted 4 years ago


    I have a thing for refrigerator magnet poetry. It always turns out hipster-esque, and therefore it's classified as crappy poetry.

    Oh, the joys of refrigerator magnets. smile

    1. couturepopcafe profile image60
      couturepopcafeposted 4 years ago


      after life

      the sky drew it's darkened clouds about
      the earth grew dim as the cries rang out
      “I've lost him,” was her angry shout
      to the moon and the stars and the world without

      “oh! sing me a song my firey maid!”
      but the world of death was a barricade
      he reached across the vale of gloom
      to search her face in the teary room

      he sought her eyes and he found them there
      “remember this my maiden fair
      the world below is a world of grief
      and death has brought me sweet relief

      death is not a painful thing
      it's relief from pain only dying can bring"

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        womanatthewellposted 4 years ago in reply to this

        love this!

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      womanatthewellposted 4 years ago


      It's three in the morning

      and I have no gun

      to protect myself from the demons,

      that only come around at 3am.

      My arm throbs in morse code, S.O.S.

      It's three in the morning

      and I have no peace

      to shine a light through the darkness,

      to find my bed, to sleep again.

      My arm throbs in morse code S.OS

      It's three in the morning

      and I have no clothes

      to protect my body

      from the blistering cold I feel,

      standing outside your love.

      My arm throbs in morse code, s.o.s

      It's three am, and I needed to write

      hoping to purge myself

      of all this you

      that only comes at three AM,

      when I am alone,

      When I cannot sleep;

      from the pain that spreads

      throughout my being.

      Fear grips me by the arm, and

      whispers, "The night is young,

      It's only three."


    3. savanahl profile image80
      savanahlposted 4 years ago

      How sweet it is, your soul, I see

      With eyes that pierce with silenced pain

      of past long gone, mere memories

      Yet softness still, your touch remains

      Eyes pure and warm like silken rain

      Slips through my soul without a peep

      Like midnight grounds dancing with thieves

      Now sadness falls across my face

      A tear slips by then starts to rain

      My soul entwines around your pain

      My life I'd give to take away

      The scars of life that took its toll

      And caused the pain your heart endures

      With every breath my body takes

      With every drop of blood in vein

      I'll take your pain, consume it whole

      Release your heart, unbind the chains

      To free the love inside your soul

      So here I lay, my love partakes

      All that you are...........All pain erased

      1. Mekenzie profile image93
        Mekenzieposted 4 years ago in reply to this

        Very Beautiful ..

        1. snigdha.s profile image79
          snigdha.sposted 4 years ago in reply to this

          When you need me
          I will be there for you
          When you leave me
          I will still be there for you

          Heart bleeds to think of you with someone else
          Heart needs to accept that you belong to someone else

          Don't  ask me to remember the good times we spent together
          They were not good enough else we'd be still together

          Let me share your world
          becoz' I am not your world
          Truth hurts but am ready to accept
          Love you more is what I can do best

          Wait is beautiful for someone you love
          Love becomes torture when you waited long enough.