Its National Poem Month.....Submit a 8 line poem! Support all Poets

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   bellawritter23posted 12 years ago

   My heart you drew in the sand
   You sealed it with a water brand
   I thought our love would shirley last
   Washed up in the wave now passed
   
   A place special within my heart
   A step I take that will further us apart
   I love you, I loved you so
   Our love washed away, now I must go

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      CollBposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      What!  It's poetry month season?
      I'll now pen my poetical reason
      for submitting a poem of 8 lines
      no more no less, that for me is just fine
      
      for Spring is here and well fitting
      a poetical thought that's befitting
      a two stanza line of verse
      no more no less, just to be terse

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      The Demon Writerposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      Ten foot wall
      Standing tall
      Do you hear
      Reality call?
      
      Protecting me
      You will see
      Behind the wall
      Is where I'll be

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      haikutwinkleposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      On March 11th
      the earth trembled
      tall buildings swayed
      but none fell
      a distance away
      fire broke out
      news flash, sirens wailed
      the day when everything was not normal

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   Brenda Durhamposted 12 years ago

   I had a thought the other day
   of things that I would like to say
   if someone here should try to sway
   me into writing a poem....
   
   
   But alas! there went the thought;
   I wracked my brain but it was lost
   Yet still I write here in response
   even though I don't know 'em!
   
   

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      mindyjgirlposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      Out on the open road,riding fast and free
      just me and my Harley
      
      Somewhere to go
      someone to be
      
      people to save
      Its up to me
      
      and my company
      The CIA

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   Alyssa Nicholposted 12 years ago

   From time to time
   The light grows dim
   Darkness taking control
   Leading us somewhere
   Into the unknown
   The Mystery of it all
   Has our minds in grasp
   And Before we know it, we're lost.

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   Britt.Rei96posted 12 years ago

   The music, is my saviour
   The lights, my sun and sky
   The steps,my life in motion
   To dance now is to fly
   
   My heart now in my movement
   Drumming me a beat
   I dream im in my special place
   and the world's beneath my feat

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   surfcaster2010posted 12 years ago

   Love is complicated,
   Serious, passionate,
   To those who seek it.
   Love is natural, eternal,
   everlasting,
   To those that fall into it.

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   Astra Nomikposted 12 years ago

   Words they find me - I find them,
   I write with android phone - and pen -
   the words they flow - and sometimes ebb -
   I mostly post them on the web.
   
   My web is my hub, my hubs are my space -
   Hub Pages seems the perfect place -
   As its poetry month - and laundry day -
   This one I wrote, hangs out today.
   
   This poetry thing - it takes some time
   to pucker up my lips and rhyme,
   But as its late - I have to go,
   So release those words - and let 'em flow.
   
   Cathy Nerujen - for National Poetry Month.

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   Sally's Troveposted 12 years ago

   And take a little sojourn to Eye on Life who is celebrating this month with you all...
   
   http://www.eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/

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   dallaswriterposted 12 years ago

   With speckles of love
   Her voice so proud,
   She stood beside him,
   She addressed the crowd.
   
   "My heart beats faster
   Than the days before,
   I've loved no other
   Like the one I adore"!

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   calebacea097posted 12 years ago

   Fear and loathing, a scathing hate
   Nervous detachment, eloquently disturbed
   Trembling hands, shaking eyes
   Stuttering words, apprehensive mind
   
   Moment of totality, ever closer
   Eyes starring, burning you with their glares
   No escape, no retreat, mouth opens
   I say, 'I DO' proudly, and resonantly

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    Magic777eternityposted 12 years ago

    Took home an alley Tom-cat gone astray
    To keep the munchkinin’ mouse at bay
    Proud Tom, need not worry ‘bout tuna or cream
    Living by my fireplace is better than any dream
    
    No more cold nights seeking shelter for you
    Wet paws, raggedy fur, is now through
    An open door when you wanna go on the prowl
    I know you do, got kittens all over town

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    leni sandsposted 12 years ago

    Please don't leave me crying
    My love was always true
    Listen to my heart call out
    for you to love me to
    
    This world will always be there
    For you and I to see
    but I will only be around
    If you think you can love me

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    PAPA-BEARposted 12 years ago

    I was standing before a old mirror
    shocked at what I percieved
    the face that I saw looking back
    was old aged could not be me.
    Then the image smiled nodding in affirm
    gesturing for me to follow
    so I stepped into the mirror
    from that moment gone.

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    steve of ian fameposted 12 years ago

    The Oyster of Your Soul.
    
    If truly you forget and give,
    With sincere, trustworthy acts,
    By nature of the grit within,
    Your shell concedes the act.
    
    With every layer your soul creates,
    Your goodness must unfurl,
    As deep within your kindly eyes,
    Will shine a hidden pearl.

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    2uesdayposted 12 years ago

    Idle Lines.
    
    Eight lines is the request,
    eight lines, make them your best.
    
    Seven would be luckier than eight,
    maybe bringing good fortune or fate.
    
    Now all I need now, to do,
    is to invent one more line or two.
    
    Or abandon the idea forthwith,
    and to other things my time then give.

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    Twilight Lawnsposted 12 years ago

    Eight is the challenge we're given.
    I'm not sure if I'll handle this test,
    Given that eight don't inspire me
    How then can I give of my best?
    The word I need to describe it
    (I've tried not to use “poetic”).
    So much for artificially
    Having written an acrostic.

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    mcrawford76posted 12 years ago

    Perhaps if I try harder.
    Maybe if I were smarter.
    
    Then he could look to me.
    Just a simple nod would set me free.
    
    My hands are bleeding, my brain is burnt.
    You only sigh, or say words that hurt.
    
    With all of my effort, forever trying.
    And you only ask, why are you crying?

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    Jefacityposted 12 years ago

    8 lines counting down in my mind
    only 7 now do i have enough time?
    down to six, quick better make it rhyme.
    here at 5, as i get ready to let my words just juke and jive
    now at 4, its time to go live
    down to 3, so close to go time
    now at 2, the curtains opening up
    now at 1, the crowds cheering - its show time : D

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    tsmogposted 12 years ago

    Listlessly the melody chimes,
    Softly the candle flickers in time.
    
    My fingers dance along this board,
    Wandering while seeking a new chord.
    
    Where has the music gone,
    Why has the it left this song?
    
    Just let the dance be a dance,
    Let’s make this our next chance!

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

    Positive thoughts wrapped around me
      I feel their warmth..........
      moving ever forward,
      learning with every step
    
    Hold out your hand, and come with me,
    To a haven of peace,
    A world of optimism
    We can travel together

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    cindi hposted 12 years ago

    Death came for him in the early morn'
    from his loved ones, he was torn..
    
    He was promised everlasting life
    rewards for all his earthly strife...
    
    Death gently grasped his ravaged hand
      and led him to a glorious land...
    
    In the sky, as the sun took its place
      within its beauty, I saw his face.

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       lambservantposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Beautiful Cindi.

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          cindi hposted 11 years agoin reply to this

          thank you Lambservant

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

    more poems please

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    Jefacityposted 12 years ago

    Sacred possibilities branching off into the distance
    what if's, shoulda, coulda, wouldas following us from behind
    
    Not enough time to do what we want, just what we need
    Barely enough optimism to fight all the hate and greed
    
    A mere moment in life where we make our stand
    A split second infinity to know gods hand
    
    Dreams and make believes @ 11:11
    A wish for you and me now, that we may all be blessed with heaven

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       HattieMattieMaeposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Yesterday faded away,
       
       April brought your love my way.
       
       PinkTulips blooming in May as I think of you.
       
       Purple dutch shoes on my small feet,
       
       Laughing as grandpa ate the petals away.
       
       His eyes glimmering as I listened to what he had to say.
       
       Persuading my little heart to take a bite.
       
       Laughing back saying no way.

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    Wulf Dreamwalkerposted 12 years ago

    The rain poured down outside

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    Wulf Dreamwalkerposted 12 years ago

    The rain poured down outside

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       Wulf Dreamwalkerposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       let me retry that i hit the wrong key by mistake.
       
       The rain poured down outside
       drenching the ground completely
       washing deep into the soil
       creating many puddles and mudpiles
       lightning flashed and thunder roared

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          Wulf Dreamwalkerposted 12 years agoin reply to this

          one more try
          
          
          The rain poured down outside
          drenching the ground completely
          washing deep into the soil
          creating many puddles and mudpiles
          lightning flashed and thunder roared
          shaking the ground to its being
          then fading away to sunlight
          the earth washed clean once again

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    QudsiaP1posted 12 years ago

    In the realms where dreams meet,
    You at first came to me,
    I waited in time for you to come,
    You came to me yet again and now,
    
    My heart; my soul belongs to you,
    My life; my pulse belongs to you,
    My breath; each beat belongs to you,
    My dearest; my beloved; I belong to you.
    
    Copyright © Qudsia Pervez
    April 23, 2011
    09:33

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    cuteuniverseposted 12 years ago

    When I was a little girl. I wanted to be a woman
    Tall buxomly with blossomy hips.That swings like my grandfather's clock
    Pendulums swinging east to west.
    
    I wanted to be a woman.Wild like the fawn
    That skips as it sips from the cold morning brook. Cool like the lion cub
    That plays with butterflies. I wanted to be a woman. With  twinkle batting lashes .Gold painted heart .Non paragon.
    I never wanted to be a beauty. Ask me why not. I never shall tell

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    young_mommy89posted 12 years ago

    If I were a bird, I wouldn’t be here. I would fly to a place that was sunny and clear. Fly away when someone got near. A solo flyer I would be. The whole world underneath thee. Everyday a new place to see. But I’m not a bird and you can really hurt me.

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    manlypoetrymanposted 12 years ago

    "I don't want no darn "Second-Hand" Life...handed down to me...
    
    Though older now...I have settled for some things...instead of seeking opportunity.
    
    I have dreamed bigger than the heavens are above land and sea...
    
    And have few regrets in life...except all the ones that still bother me.
    
    Each thing in life...I found along the way...day by day...
    
    Helped me to make it...just a little bit further along...on my way.
    
    Yet, here I sit with "Hope" in one hand..."Poop" in the other...Boy, does it smell !!
    
    Thinkin'  that my best years are still ahead...Hoping that notion...hasn't been shot to H_ll."
    
    From poem: "Second-Hand" Life

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    Home Girlposted 12 years ago

    Walk... pouring rain... black mind,
    Wet shoes...gray endless day,
    Dark loneliness that never goes away,
    Gray rain that laughs at you behind.
    
    Rain... rain...rain...
    No umbrella for your wet soul...

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       lambservantposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       This could've been written by me. Very nice Home Girl. Do you live in the Pacific Northwest where it always rains and everyone is always gray?

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          Home Girlposted 12 years agoin reply to this

          I live in Toronto, Ontario. We had more than usual rains this spring. I do not like rains in big city, well, I do not like big cities...

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    PAPA-BEARposted 12 years ago

    You looked in my eye's
    I wondered why
    had I said something
    out of line
    hurtful unkind
    but then you smiled
    saying
    I love blue eye's.

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

    blue eyes,
    shallow smile,
    All mine.......

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    Lady Luvposted 12 years ago

    Forever alone, until my death
    love steals your soul, takes your last breath
    a gaping wound, whats left of this heart
    now that we have grown apart...
    
    Had a love so great, seemed ocean wide
    and yet, it ebbed, fleet as the tide.
    No future in love, pain is too great
    I shall remain alone, 'til life doth abate...

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    samiaaliposted 12 years ago

    Today while on my way to work.
    Traffic was stop and go.
    You caught my eye as I drove by.
    And made me drive real slow.
    
    Standing on the corner.
    You were lovely as could be.
    With your flowers in full bloom.
    You were the grandest tree.

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    DJ VJposted 12 years ago

    My highest complement,
    (beyond the reach of Adam's hand)
    is to not say your name
    (always bursting in my mind)
             (always pumping my heart)
            I keep my hands in my pockets;
             (beyond the gravity of yours)
            I shoot a shy smile.

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    dutchman1951posted 12 years ago

    Congress, in 8 lines
    
    Oh what lines we know of, loyal party we read them twice
    eyes deceive, well- maybe not...did God die, I am just asking? 
    So then, will you save us?
    all the Promises important men make to save power's purpose
    The benefits are boundless coming from commoners
    wrapped in clean white linens- a reserection perhaps- no?
    bound light, in the Yellow aura's of promised Gold proposed
    shards of hope spun sweet, in pure gutteral prose
    
    
    Dutchman1951

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    Mindtrapzposted 12 years ago

    I love to drink kool-aid
    while sitting in the oklahoma shade
    That cold drink is what I cherish
    except when I have to buy the generic
    kinds of drink that dont mix well,
    but most of the times your guests cant tell
    so therefore its to the dollar store I go
    when I will come out, nobdy knows

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    Stigma31posted 12 years ago

    Everyone thinks it’s easy,
    To write the perfect poem.
    Some do it for love,
    Some to be well-known.
    But everybody is a poet,
    Each and every one.
    To make the perfect poem,
    Do it all for fun.

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       lambservantposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Bravo!

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    Ben Evansposted 12 years ago

    Dancing, we say farewell
    on a quiet June night.
    Will summer’s solstice tell
    while painting the evening in light?
    
    The warm breath of the winds
    warms our bodies in sense
    as the bitter cold it rescinds
    in a sky which is immense.

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    Ben Evansposted 12 years ago

    One more:
    
    A pole is often true.
    Yet in the sea,
    it is at the angle of whim.
    
    A meadow of water
    is a friend
    of an unknown partnership.
    
    As my eye turns at an angle,
    I see the world beautifully.

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       kimh039posted 12 years agoin reply to this

       a day late and a dollar short;
       yet here I am to do my part
       to support a poet,
       or perhaps a poem;
       maybe the art of poetry.
       but alas. 
       the month is past,
       and my eight lines are spent.

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    toknowinfoposted 12 years ago

    Here is my contribution, that I will try
    It seems somewhat fun, as I ask myself why
    An ode to a poem, this what I will write
    Eight lines that can be read, day or night
    Reading others poems it is easy to see
    There are so many more poets more talented than me
    Staying within the rules, as I approach my eighth line
    My greatest hope is that my rhyming is fine

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    Jefacityposted 12 years ago

    Pretty girl walking by
    Let my smile catch your eye
    As my lips part for a hello
    I see you wiggle a little like Jello
    Don't be shy
    I'm a good guy
    Just say hi
    And lets not regret just walking by

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    dutchman1951posted 12 years ago

    we have some great Poets in this thread, well done to all of you

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    ZipperConstantineposted 12 years ago

    MY FRIEND GENIE
    I have a dog name Genie
    She’s such a joy to me
    I love everything about her
    She’s so much company
    
    When I am sick, she is by my side
    Waiting until I’m better
    To take her out and play with her
    Or just sit and pet her

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    Jen Johnsonposted 12 years ago

    Yin & Yang
    
    We're a myriad of thoughts
    In a kaleidoscope of dreams,
    And everything seems real
    But nothing's what it seems
    
    The evil that we do
    Is for the good of all we know,
    And when there's no evil left
    Then there's nowhere left to go.
    
    
    
    (By Jennifer-Crystal Johnson
    Available in the book, Napkin Poetry
    On Amazon and Lulu.)

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    blake4dposted 11 years ago

    If you write a poem while held at gunpoint
    You might feel nervous and anxious to finish
    But even if you write hiaku without vowels
    You will still need to let your mind wander
    
    If you do not finish that poem just in time
    You will hear the trigger going click behind
    But for two letters you almost were complete
    You mind it goes blank and your head bleeds
    
    
    
    Keep on Hubbing
    Blake4d

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