on some deleted poem
16 Jun 2007, 11:18 AM
it's a good poem ...very good
on The Happy Side of Misery by Dovina
14 Jun 2007, 1:03 PM
I stands alone on the unsaid of misery
where both worlds lost
where ..............
oh sigh
here in my eyes
what has not been found
where both worlds lost
where ..............
oh sigh
here in my eyes
what has not been found
on 5 Point Something on the Richter Scale by jessicazee
17 May 2008, 12:10 PM
that was a remarkable poem
At once I read it
it was gentle and plain
unwavering under whose cautious hand
against the the known intention in any hand
it was full of feelings that flow from line to another
to form the shape in the breast of the man
At once I read it
it was gentle and plain
unwavering under whose cautious hand
against the the known intention in any hand
it was full of feelings that flow from line to another
to form the shape in the breast of the man
on Over the Horizon by Miggy
5 Jun 2008, 1:40 PM
Over the horizon
still some hopes will be found
but at the end of the horizon will sink in darkness
until dawn over the horizon
slowly breaking into the far distance
it finds the way to lit my heart again
fill me light but soon the light's getting dark
it starts all over again ..this is transient hope over the horizon ..I see things in my own poin of view ...urs are good too I like it ...thanx dude
still some hopes will be found
but at the end of the horizon will sink in darkness
until dawn over the horizon
slowly breaking into the far distance
it finds the way to lit my heart again
fill me light but soon the light's getting dark
it starts all over again ..this is transient hope over the horizon ..I see things in my own poin of view ...urs are good too I like it ...thanx dude
on If you are, I am by Deimos
25 Mar 2008, 12:25 PM
good poem ...keep writing down whatever you come cross the strange word
on plea bargain by malpaso
22 Mar 2008, 3:14 PM
I like it with all angles
on Win, Win, Lose, Lose by Dovina
29 Jun 2007, 7:42 AM
win,win
we die in this victory
what we lost in this misery
the happiness we lose or win
only lose,lose
we fall in this failure
that we could understand better
some lose ,some win
so what's american dream ?
we die in this victory
what we lost in this misery
the happiness we lose or win
only lose,lose
we fall in this failure
that we could understand better
some lose ,some win
so what's american dream ?
on # 2 by Lifeboatman
31 Dec 2007, 11:09 AM
every minutes u described it was very intersting to me
I like it because of this lyric is more cinematic than the others
I like it because of this lyric is more cinematic than the others
on Flickering Eyes by Jessina
27 Dec 2007, 8:46 AM
The dream that has changed world
The dream had snowed my mind
Where the shining was about to reflect beyond
On the mount of where the divinity was born
The infinity of love has fathomed all horizons
The exitance was not contained of this world
The world Where these two worldsâve been lost
Itâs time my longing eyes are raining my heart
And my lips are kissing my soul to fly away
To where it belongs as itâs following the dove
but my love is still trying to keep world away
from wars making all decayding days
from fears making that dream fade away
in this human greed just ashes will remain
nothing more than a fist can be gained
once there was a heart
now there is love last forever
The love is giving the peace
to those seekers of peace and love
Mery christmas ...and thanx for ur comments
and also ur beautiful poems has enchanted my mind and my heart
The dream had snowed my mind
Where the shining was about to reflect beyond
On the mount of where the divinity was born
The infinity of love has fathomed all horizons
The exitance was not contained of this world
The world Where these two worldsâve been lost
Itâs time my longing eyes are raining my heart
And my lips are kissing my soul to fly away
To where it belongs as itâs following the dove
but my love is still trying to keep world away
from wars making all decayding days
from fears making that dream fade away
in this human greed just ashes will remain
nothing more than a fist can be gained
once there was a heart
now there is love last forever
The love is giving the peace
to those seekers of peace and love
Mery christmas ...and thanx for ur comments
and also ur beautiful poems has enchanted my mind and my heart
on Nothingness haunts ... by Prince of Void
14 Jul 2007, 2:42 AM
votes for despairs
on fear by BrendanElder
14 Jul 2007, 2:46 AM
I Love it it's a great poem
on Voice of the World by Dovina
10 Jan 2008, 11:14 AM
How many hopeless people are suffering ?
Within the voiceless world
and whoâs behind this show ?
whoâs that child ?
demonstrating the deep sense of famine
in the heart of the heartless world
Whoâs running this world ?
Why some folks canât raise their voice ?
As well as it raise so may questions
In their bare minds and also abomination
Far from the great expecation of human kind
Could we understand how they live ?
In the context of despairs
Or in the mataphore of the wasteland
Where you are blamed
To build their worlds upon the toxic wastland
And you started to obsever
What they react insead of the word â livingâ
All theyâre reactions or expermints on them
It has only one message after all
The show must go on
for your better life and world
You cant help yourself watching the opera
The opear of third world
Childernâre playing in the dumping ground
While you try to be more sympathetic
Because thatâs entertaining you
Itâs not the reality of your life
dealing with it ..itâs the dumping world
and a good senior of a opera
while the future is still bleak for them
day after day they face their fatal fate
you still dump things
and they die in the dumping grave
Within the voiceless world
and whoâs behind this show ?
whoâs that child ?
demonstrating the deep sense of famine
in the heart of the heartless world
Whoâs running this world ?
Why some folks canât raise their voice ?
As well as it raise so may questions
In their bare minds and also abomination
Far from the great expecation of human kind
Could we understand how they live ?
In the context of despairs
Or in the mataphore of the wasteland
Where you are blamed
To build their worlds upon the toxic wastland
And you started to obsever
What they react insead of the word â livingâ
All theyâre reactions or expermints on them
It has only one message after all
The show must go on
for your better life and world
You cant help yourself watching the opera
The opear of third world
Childernâre playing in the dumping ground
While you try to be more sympathetic
Because thatâs entertaining you
Itâs not the reality of your life
dealing with it ..itâs the dumping world
and a good senior of a opera
while the future is still bleak for them
day after day they face their fatal fate
you still dump things
and they die in the dumping grave
on some deleted poem
17 Jul 2007, 12:44 PM
well death's door....
on Little Robin by Jessina
23 Dec 2007, 10:26 AM
A nice poem ...
on Another Date by Dovina
8 Aug 2007, 12:16 PM
Well we are all dreamers
Looking for what we dreamed yesterday
But we donât know
We drag them all through tomorrows
Where the reality seems too real
The worst thing is we can't reach
Those unreachable dreams
Our passions never stop us
That last in tears of our uncertainty
Why we couldnât...How it could happen
The destiny became stranger than our lives
We live with things unsaid and unsound
Rising and falling down
Here in our hearts
The ocean has no depth
No end ....no destination
We are wandering along our dreams
Our roads ...our days...
But the point is you must devote yourself for someone or some reasons
I know it's hard...or maybe impossible
Devotions give your choices how you can change
One day impossible is possible
There are so many ways to go
You can discover on your own
Can I ask you?
What are important things you like about a man?
Looking for what we dreamed yesterday
But we donât know
We drag them all through tomorrows
Where the reality seems too real
The worst thing is we can't reach
Those unreachable dreams
Our passions never stop us
That last in tears of our uncertainty
Why we couldnât...How it could happen
The destiny became stranger than our lives
We live with things unsaid and unsound
Rising and falling down
Here in our hearts
The ocean has no depth
No end ....no destination
We are wandering along our dreams
Our roads ...our days...
But the point is you must devote yourself for someone or some reasons
I know it's hard...or maybe impossible
Devotions give your choices how you can change
One day impossible is possible
There are so many ways to go
You can discover on your own
Can I ask you?
What are important things you like about a man?
on Poetic Blue Justice by Dovina
3 Jan 2009, 9:09 AM
The beauty of your poem is that it's beautifully simple and It's just great
on To Poets Whose Writing is Fecal. by SupremeDreamer
3 Jan 2009, 1:57 PM
to poets who has ignored the concept of beauty
is something we define and re-define
we just get things worse by ignoring the beauties that we are the fathers of ...
we're here in the same wasteland of poetry
is something we define and re-define
we just get things worse by ignoring the beauties that we are the fathers of ...
we're here in the same wasteland of poetry
on Poetic Blue Justice by Dovina
11 Jan 2009, 2:37 PM
it's not about your poem
it's about you though
oh love... you have no kind of flaw or fault
so then we begin to sing and make love
everything that s excellent
let our hearts just as pure and fair
may beat in as one heart
it's about you though
oh love... you have no kind of flaw or fault
so then we begin to sing and make love
everything that s excellent
let our hearts just as pure and fair
may beat in as one heart
Her words soared and fell down deep inside the blue surface, Then her dreams made it move, Along waves of lights and breeze To embrace The infinity of her beauty That made me a dream of meadows and cornfields in the canvas of her words I will wait under the shade of those words, Till I hear her enchanted voice Till I see her sun rise again Till I talk to her moon to bring her dreams back to my shore