A Shattered Night

For Him , who got name as 'Afzal Shauq' / Kathy Bell from Toronto

By: kathy bell | 10/11/2009
Mona Lisa of Afzal Shauq? ______ Amazing, how proudly you claim that Mona Lisa is still your past like you are the re-birth of Leonardo yourself, let’s admit for a while and consider her the soul mate of yours Then why she hasn’t yet been re-emerged with a new face as you turned yours from Leonardo to Afzal Shauq ? ‘Kathy Bell’

Weekly Poems: A Veterans Day Poem and More

By: Nicholas Gordon | 05/11/2009
A Veterans Day poem, a Christmas poem, a Hanukkah poem, a Happy Holidays poem, a Seasons Greetings poem, a Thanksgiving poem, and a love poem, all by Nicholas Gordon and drawn from his popular poetry Web site, Poems for Free.

Hide & Seek Inspiration Poem

By: Michele | 05/11/2009
Mystery and magic in word and song. A poem inspired by a haunting song called "Hide and Seek" recorded by a college acapella group called Rice Philharmonics, but originally written and recorded my the artist Imogen Heap.

AFZAL SHAUQ, REALIZING US IN THE 21st CENTURY/ Shalindri Colonne

By: afzal shauq | 04/11/2009
The Human Of 21st Century” - This world has become so competitive, now people can not remember where they come from or why they are called the greatest creature of all. I guess there is no difference between humans and animals anymore. I hope people will realize the importance of peace someday. The type of ideas you added to most of your poems are truly ‘peace formulas’, if the readers perceive them well.... shalindri colonne

This is it

By: Jenior Mines | 31/10/2009
How often do we meet someone that believes and acts out what the Bible says we are to be about? Am I my brother's keeper when it comes to loving someone unconditionally? Most people might state that they are their brother’s keeper but at the end of the day, are we? Poem Inspired by Michael Jackson's Death

FAILURE

By: Satish Verma | 31/10/2009
Who was responsible for the dark skulls in the ragbag and explosions near the granite temples?

CRISIS

By: Satish Verma | 30/10/2009
Man was playing with nature until death time. Stones piled up, burning tyres on the road.

FROZEN

By: Satish Verma | 29/10/2009
to resist, rebel or kill. All day the heat, dust & winds blurred the vision.

Dreams Aimed: a Sacrifice

By: Michael Giles | 21/01/2008 | Writing
...Till now, when I had been wondering how I could've done it right, without the alarming nuisance of the ticking clock, without the waste of an hour for my soul and body to reach out and squeeze a ring-a-bell rhythm, and without that speech heard-spoken. I just felt how ceremonious it could have been. Buzzing withing your sense of hearing all the time. But, somehow I found out how I grieve for those minutes of emancipated talk.

A Story of Fiction: Sentiments of a 13-year Old

By: Michael Giles | 21/01/2008 | Fiction
...I begged that I may feel NOW as my past, wherein I could jive with them, click some shots, sit stuck amidst the traffic, crack those jokes, play with the music in marsh blending, watch the movies flicker, drop the compunctions, evade the snubs, derive an imbroglio, and imbue the ecstasy of life.

Market of Emotions

By: Michael Giles | 21/01/2008 | Relationships
...we were able to prevent disgraces of a plump, sickly image of downfall, of a crack deep within the fault zones of our differences, of a clash inflicted by abrupt distrust and miscommunication, of an impediment standing still while taking the spared chance to be together once more.

Left Unbearably Stuck, Missing Some Points

By: Michael Giles | 19/01/2008 | Home & Family
...I never mentioned life in optimism when I left, for I've been in a half-paced thinking. I was reigned by the gloomy side of life. Dislocated from that distinct sense of place, I reminisce those instances of my life. It's not that easy to target its essence. Sometimes, I pause for a moment, at a point where I drown into loneliness. I carry this puzzling world all by myself.

It's not That Hard to Imagine

By: Michael Giles | 17/01/2008 | Self Improvement
Sometimes I start to ask myself, am I assuring myself what's best for me? Have i grown enough to face the crowd of danger? Or am I just playing with this contemporary game I entered, running backwards, and hiding from the challenges associated with growing up.

Wanted: Escapade

By: Michael Giles | 17/01/2008 | Poetry
Just a continuum of the petty, childish fear to weigh less than others of the swollen heart which sought for temporary treatment of that skepticism seeking forth my significance of the dreadful past while I kept lonely in clandestine

A Shattered Night

By: Michael Giles | 17/01/2008 | Poetry
This is a poem written for people who felt hopeless, when he missed something or maybe some words, he was much awaited for.