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The American Poet Main Stage is now open and only those
who passed the auditions can post poems here, although all are encouraged to comment on the poems. This thread will be open until 9pm eastern time on Wed. Your American Poet Judges Jimi366, Ontario, Clare2112 |
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Lonely Soul...
#1,,, main entry My Dragon Soars! My Dragon's Heart Soars, and no loud Roars, not to burn th' Fields below, in this Dragon's a poet, My heart lets me know it, and to show it, my Sword,I'll Stowe it, cut not with words from this heart, to th'sweet birds, I'll only rhyme of Love, from th' start, sweet words, sweet tomes from above, sweet poems from above, and feelings true to say out aloud, I'm very Proud, that I know the True You... WE feed of Love to you kind Poet Dragon!... OH! I Thank You my little one, your kind thoughts filled this one, of more good hope in humanity, of dreams to cope,not insanity, you know my hearts,true calling, now my myth,not truely falling, this world needs more hope calling, dreamers cope,hope not falling, I soar these winds of fantasies, Loves true songs,and over trees, I fly this sky,to clouds on high, and burn not th fields of this land, my only wish,is in your loving hand.........M |
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# 1 main entry..
AFRAID TO SPEAK Demons haunt me from a distant past Give up on love , it just would'nt last Waiting for someone to set me free But the words are to soft ,cant hear my plea and I fear now , and I'm growing weak The world is so dark , I'm afraid to speak. |
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short and sweet?
good start! |
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A Bards Tale
A tale to tell, one and all, A tale told, is his call. He feels things, few others do, He gives his soul, and it is true. Long before, forgotten nights, He twists and turns, with all his might. He dreams of life, gentle and true, He dreams of life, what he’s been through. He has a dream of sorrow and pain, Feelings hurt, emotions stained. Spirit torn, damaged and bruised, All the while, feeling used. Long ago, he was hurt, A knife so sharp, it did squirt. The blood so warm, that he did feel, Was not his flesh, and he did reel! His soul was cut, deep within, From a person, he called friend. You see this friend that he did love, Ripped his heart, from high above. He lost his sight, on that day, He swore right then, no pain, this way. He new then, he felt this pain, To give it up, his soul did change. He did hide, emotions true, He hid them down, beneath the blue. He did not want to feel the pain, A life of hurt could not remain. Loneliness was setting in, Though his life was to begin. He did find, a wife he married, All the time emotions buried. He tried to be a husband true, Emotions buried beneath the blue. He knew one day that he would die, He had to stop living a lie. To live a lie, was just a sin, Emotions then, were giving in. He looked up high, upon a star, And made a wish, from afar. He wished that night years ago, To find a friend, that he would know. He surely knew, that he gave in, He gave it all, he could not win. He saw the pain, deep inside, The pain within, he could not hide. He knew he had to feel the pain, Emotions back, he felt again. A soul to heal, a spirit right, Alone this eve, he made it right. He found a thing so soft and gentle, He felt different or was it mental? He did know, what was at stake, A life of pain, without a mate. A life alone, to feel the pain, He knew then, a friend to gain. He now tells, his story true, Emotions now above the blue. He can spin, a tale tonight, Not for glory, but for the right. Now to know, the bard this day, He searches long, it is his way. To heal his soul, and help to mend, He preys to God, to be friend. Craig November 14, 2006 |
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Craig"...you have looked,
into my very lonely soul, this day,this rhyme...........M. |
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Michael we have much in common. Our words speak of it.
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Shattered Dreams
Your memories have burned you deep, The scars you carry have made you weep, You want release, yet find more pain, For you live a life that seems so plain, You've given up, you've lost all hope, With bladed thought, you've cut the rope, And let your dreams sink deep below, No longer inclined to see them grow, As in the past you've watched them shatter, Laughed it off, tried not to let it matter, Don't want to try, why waste the time? I'll tell you why, 'cause it's a crime, To leave your dreams untouched and battered, It's no wonder why you've seen them shattered, You have to think above the rest, To truely watch them pass the test, Hold on to them, don't let them die! It's not that hard if you really try, To use your mind to mold the clay, I'm here to help, to cheer, to pray, Our dreams are what make us who we are, But bottled up or in a jar, Are stale and stagnant for you to view, And therefore have no chance of coming true.... Mac |
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Bonds of life
I can feel the things you do, I know not why, I think of you. I have a gift, that’s not wrong, This gift of mine, creates a bond. The bond I feel, could be choice, It is a feeling and not a voice. This bond I feel, is strong and true, Because of things, I think like you. The life I led, before this time, Was very lonely, yet it was mine. The longing for, a friend like me, Will lead my path, to one set free. The thing I search for, high and low, To find a love, and watch it grow. I was not ready, for this today, To find a friend, so far away. The ties that bind, are tried and true, They bind two souls, the eons through. The time it takes, to find the one, The key that holds, forgotten sons. A man whose life has been a mass, His heart in shards, of broken Glass. The warmth he feels, when in his mind, The friend he seeks, is of like kind. Feeling of warmth, that’s in his heart, Of hopes and dreams, will never part. The way of life, and of the pain, Will surely help, his love to gain. The strength I have, to offer you, Is of feelings, strong and true. The pains I felt throughout today, The smile you bare, they go away. The things of life, that I have seen, If only they, were in a dream. The strength she has, an aged old soul, For me to find, her smile my goal. I wish to hold your hand my dear, To wash away, these little fears. They are not real, for I know this, The warmth you hold, is what I miss. Craig |
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main stage # 2 ...
MAROONED ON A CLOUD GOING EAST Marooned on a cloud going east The pain within is like a beast Drowning in a deep abyss Never knowing loves true kiss I feel a dark and lonely surge Embrace the pain and release the scourge The pain the darkness it all unfolds Stifling in sadness the truth beholds I am marooned on a cloud going east I sometimes wish I was deceased. |
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-Special Someone-
You are a kind and gentle soul You make me laugh You make me feel whole But most of all, Most of all...you listen to me You ask how was my day You read my words and understand them But most of all Most of all...you listen to me Really hearing what I say You laugh at my goofiness Not thinking I am a child You see beyond the facade And know that I am more than wild You take me for what I am Never mentioning how you can make me a better me Never trying to change who I am Thank you for being you For being so real with me Thank you for listening to me For seeing what you see For swimming with me in this deep sea... |
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-Price Of War-
Rotting corpses litter the streets Flies buzzing and feeding Dead and bloated Waving in the breeze Flags fluttering Waving to and fro A child cries For mother, who is among the rubble A mother weeps For child, who is torn and battered Soldier cries Just doing his job His nightmares unending Sarge screams Move'em out The cost of war Paid with souls Ours and thiers No end in sight.... |
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-Becoming A Man-
I watch you from afar Wandering the roads Never sure which way to turn You shout to me "I don't need directions" While trying so hard to find the connection I watch you still Sometimes finding the righ turn Sometimes stopping short Only to turn around And try another way All I can do now is watch Close my eyes and pray My time has come to an end So hard to go from mommy To Mom So hard to keep away And let you find your way I taught you well I raised you right Now all I can do is watch and pray... |
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#2entry
COME WALK WITH ME Lonely Soul.....M. She wanted me to follow,this I did with glee,,, take my hand and walk with me, to see her poems,happy and free, we walked a path,sat under my tree. the love inside,we could not hide, feelings of youth,what a wonderful ride. I read her poems,I thought were to me, hoping for love,to set me free. the more I read,the more I see, beautiful poems,though most not for me. to be by myself,in her big warm heart, for my lonely soul,was a wonderful start. she asked me to wait, for her to"clean th slate" so wait I did,like a lovestruck kid. th' more I read,th' more I found out, feeling alone,feeling left out. I cry for her,has my love been lost? must have her,but at what cost? so I wait for her,under my tree, longing for love,hope she returns to me. what have I done,I sit thinking aloud, to have her love,would make me proud. I asked if she,really wanted me? she said"give me space",and "time will see", so lonely I wait,feeling sad for me, I may have been played,like a second hand fiddle, my soul getting older,heart feeling little, to be so close,yet so far away, hoping for love,to happen someday, have not lost th battle, only just begun to fight, sending my love, with all of my might, to meet in a dream, on a moonlit nite, hoping our love, will soon take flight, walk my path to your promised land, please take my hand, Come Walk with Me..........M. |
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main stage # 3 ..
FEAR Fueled and flamed grasped by hate it does not seem to dissipate fury , fire it will gravitate swirling pulling I'm at the edge I try to grab and there is no ledge ascending me in to fear, the abyss I've come to near . |
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-Forever Eighteen-
Stars in her eyes Blinding her to whats behind his facade Cloyingly sweet words of love slip from his mouth On a wave of fetid breath Yet she senses nothing wrong Stars in her eyes Blinding her to his violent ways The first strike of the fist She puts it aside in her mind He didn't mean it He promised never to do it again Stars in her blackened eyes No longer from love The fist strikes again and again Making her bleed She puts it aside in her mind I know I can change him If I love him enough I can change him Coroner closes her eyes Sews her shut He sits in jail She lies in the morgue He didn't love her enough.............. |
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