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Anger; frustration; melancholy.
Emotions that flush my mind as I think of the state of our community.
How could people once so great be brought to such debauchery.
Deprived of our own culture we disrespect ourselves and subjugate women.
I...
View this entryThis poem is about how much time artists put into their work. Not all in the world realize how special it is to be able to use your creative mind as a career and...
Dear Artist
Musician, Author, Dancer and Designer
Not many can say they've had the courage to spread their wings,
while you, my friend, soar as soon as the first...
View this entryA straightforward poem that gives energy to those who might think anything good in life comes easy. Some people just have to keep fighting in a just manner for what they really want. These...
Strength of a Survivor
Heaven’s path is paved with good intentions.
Survival is the source of many inventions.
Strong nerves fire on all six cylinders.
Hands are worthless without the fingers.
Everything works together for good.
This saying is often...
View this entryIt's happening right in front of our eyes. We, who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born...
View this entryI worte this for the parents as they could not find a poem to express their words or feeling of lose for their daughter whom passed at age four.
The Flickering Candle.
You touched my life from the day you looked at me, as if your stare saw straight through me,
I held your hand tight in mine and loved you with all I am.
As...
View this entryThis piece is more of a stress release from my past relationship. a summary of a start and ending of my once had love life. The break up and the pain caused and felt...
she was...
dressed like those in show biz in saintly days of yore,
with an insense of fresh roses more my nose had to implore,
not so dark the skin tone beauty my eyeshad to explore,
shuffled alphabets...
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Amateur poets can add their work to our poetry chart including the poem, images which represent what the poem is about and even videos of the poem being delivered as intended. We have all the fresh new talent from the poetry world and we promote The Talent Bank to publishers and magazines who may just get in touch to publish some of your poetry.