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Hi My name is Kreshona and I am fairly new at writing poems. Here is a poem that I wrote a few days ago. I would appreciate any and all suggestions and advice on how to improve it. thank you.

The Voice of Reason
Kreshona mistiangel18@hotmail.com

Hate surrounds us,

Causes people to fight,

They listen but do not hear,

The pleas of those around them,

Makes them ignore the voice of reason.

Agony waits just around the corner,

Pain and desperation makes them fear,

The problems all around them

The wants and needs they can’t support,

Causes anger to appear and make people hate and fight.

The pointless wars crusades and battles

Creates enemies anew and renews the old ones

The voice of reason calls for an end to these wars

So people can live in peace and happiness

Living the life they dreamed of living

Giving their children the world they dream of

Creating the hope the keeps people living on.

Ignoring the voice of reason,

These battles and wars continue

Destroying everything that was planned for

Leaving anger in the place of love

Disaster prevails killing faith and hope.

Listen to the voice of reason

Listen well

For the voice of reason

Will keep all of our dreams in tact

And will keep the hope alive,

While all of our anger will die.

Your eyes set me free
Winter nights make me long
for what i cannot have

"~*~*Sarah*~*~ ." sarah_izz@hotmail.com

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grandpa
jillian lea pyke peelinganorange@yahoo.com

He sat with wheels,
bones slouched where life once smiled.
he said he'll never be the same
and dropped his foreign-
arm, but we were familiar.
Dank with age air
choked,as we sang
but still,we filled
his mug to remain
wet with moments
Then, he and I,
we meant in a direction-
Seconds like this long eternity
and so, realizing none of us will
ever be the same either;
I filled my own mug.
To quickly though,we
returned to spinning,
but he, he resided in grey wheels
and a body of those fleeting foreign locks.

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Elemental

"Sadiqa Dickens" <sdicken@bellsouth.net>

Universe of stars

eternal incandescence

my lover smiles

my heart

heavenly conflagration.

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LIFE
Spoonie0304@aol.com

Everybody's life goes up and down
Everybody's life goes round and round
Turn every corner, climb every tree
Never give up unless you give in.

Life is so contradicting in its own right,
When all goes fine you will get bowled down,
They may all laugh, they may all cry,
But who's in control when they all die

Is it the man with the long blue coat!
Is it the woman in the big fur coat!
Is it the child that sits and plays!
Or is it your partner with their looks & gaze?

Take a stand look all around,
See what's there and take in hand.
If you like it that's just fine

BUT DON'T FORGET WHAT YOU MAY LEAVE BEHIND

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My venture into traditional Haiku - comments/suggestions please....

Sailboat, winter sea

inquisitive shark, short shock

debris, bloodstained sea

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Sisal torn from earth,

twisted, coiled, enslaved,

for ocean voyage

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Lizard, green leather,

seeks mate of unlike texture

in love to procreate

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Martin G Spillane,

spillane@facstaff.wisc.edu

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To Slumber is a Gift

For some to slumber is a gift

but my tossing and turning

from the echoes of your face

within my soul is gift enough

For the hardened emptiness of my bed

waits

in a room cold with disuse

and arms full of recollection

and I slumber with your ghost

and the taste of parted lips

lingering still

while robins sing beneath my window

Tom Ryan

tryan-2@earthlink.net

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Internal Eternity

Time...

A healing force.

A moment’s forward.

And even a plausible cause for relapse within the soul.

Gone astray, turning from those wrong ways

and long since passed moments of our lives.

Master to many,

servitude of all.

A purpose so indefinable.

So immeasurable,

It is ageless.

In reign

and in irony.

Reckoning with all creation,

It’s eyes reflect even that of the spurs of existence itself.

Evolving the old and greeting the new.

Never colliding the difference of two.

Time after time, yes, time.

It is called upon to embrace our lives in one way or another.

And reaching us when it is ready…

The paradox

softly,

and easily,

moves the unexpectedness of our lives.

Then something redeemable takes shape.

Something within the forgotten pieces of our heart can finally emerge.

C. Ulrich Nov. 22 2003
culric69@hotmail.com

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Deep inside my heart,there are many colors.White is for the innocence that was lost long ago,but traces still remain.Red is for the pain,which is ongoing. I wonder,will it always remain? Black is for the areas that have been shut down,due to the heartaches they have endured.In an area all by its self,is the color yellow. It represents the sunshine that is slowly creeping in,preparing to brighten these dark chambers.

<SHORTYBEAR63@aol.com>

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NIGHT

The night brings the beauty of the sun to rest

and slowly persuades the light to sleep.

The blanket of peace and quiet calm

is mingled with the fears of the darkness

to create a beauty that only God could dream.

And as each child whispers it's sincere prayer

it is within the darkness it is read.

Which makes me ponder

as to the purity, said to be found in the light

and the taboo of the darkness.

All comments are greatly appreciated.

VAF
<veragonzales@sbcglobal.net>

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FRIENDSHIP BEYOND DEATH
In memory of Bethany Charlene Grey

Lanais Lee 2003 MKellis566@aol.com

When you have a dear dear friend

Even death can't separate you

You know you will see them again

A friendship so true.

Friendship last beyond the bounds of time

A true friend reaches out to you

Beyond the barriers of old and new

Fighting through death's thick awful slime.

A true friend is always beside you

To help with decisions of life's tribulations

They reach out beyond the realm of the sleeping sun

To be beside you always true.

Beyond death I hear her call

To let me know she protects me

In the midst of death's great waterfall

To let me know she's there even though I can't see

Friendship lasts beyond death

Each of us should know

And so to my dear friend Beth

I will never let our friendship go.

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SHHH
Maricela G. Capcyacin@aol.com

I woke up in the middle of the night; I thought I heard a scream
but it was only the deafening quiet of a sleeping house.
My room wearing a thick cloak of black; unrecognizable in the dark.
The stillness of the quiet swallowed me whole.
No sound, no crickets, no ticking from the taunting hands of the clock
not even the obstructed breathing of hates love child next door.
Only the lonely silence.
Then there came static which sounded like waves clashing ageist black sands
accompanied by laughter which sounded much like my own.
Was it my own? How could that be?
No sooner had I asked the questions the answer came to me
like messiah bearing gifts.
It was laughing at myself for having thrown obstacles in my own way
hoping it would change my direction and therefore my destination.
Only to have ended up in the same place but, slightly more tattered.

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well, i'm rather new at the whole poetry thing... i'm young and finding out how love can hurt, and i wrote these from out of my feelings. anything you feel like saying would be appreciated, be it good or bad. you can send your comments to grinGo6_@hotmail.com. thank you. and if any of you out there have any ideas for a title on the first poem let me know.

the night is cold

i feel the sky falling upon me

the stars shine

i begin to close my eyes

my eyes are closed

what i see makes me cry

i see you

and you are gone

out of my life you run

my eyes chase you
they fail to bring you back
if only i would have called out my feelings

my feelings were strong then

i feared that i was losing you

i failed to realize that you had already gone
you became a shadow in my thoughts

you were not with me

you were with another

i failed to love you as i should

i had failed to be the one

so i open my eyes and breath the emptiness

the stars fade

my body becomes still

i part this world with the thought of you

i loved you lauren

why could you not accept that and embrace it

i asked little

only to love and be loved

but i'm gone now

no regrets

no lost feelings of love

i sent them with my prayers to you

True Story of Love...

i love you and at the same time i hate you

i look at you and i bleed

my heart soars and then drops

for i know you all too well

you boost me up to let me down

i shouldn't let you play me

but i love you too much to let go

time passes and i grow weak

but i feel i'm growing stronger

you run around me like a marathon runner

i'm so tempted to trip you

i can't... you look so happy running

why do you run from what is for sure

i will never understand this

but sure as the sunrise i know you have your reasons

you kill me lauren, you really do

you have me looking rundown and losing faith

i have lost a lot of time chasing after you

time to ask what am i really chasing

is it love or nothing at all

i can't tell sometimes

the other day you called me and asked me to pick you up

i had to say yes, i hadn't seen you or heard your voice for such a long time

when you were with me i was hoping you would read my mind

rescue me from the depths of my living hell

you fed me a french-fry instead

however, that did the job

it gave me the slim hope that maybe there is still a chance for you and i

but i need to hear it from your lips

for if i don't, i will proceed not to live

i will merely exist

love goes deep as the caverns of the pacific in my heart for you alone

so i ask you tonight please

let me know if what i am waiting for will ever come about

don't be afraid to tell me the truth

i can't be hurt any more

once you hit bottom, the only way to go is up