Sweet Petals of Life

Weekly Poems: A Poem About Ethics and More

By: Nicholas Gordon | 12/11/2009
A poem about ethics, a Christmas poem, a love poem, a Hanukkah poem, a Happy Holidays poem, a Seasons Greetings poem, and a Thanksgiving poem, all by Nicholas Gordon and drawn from his popular poetry Web site, Poems for Free.

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.

Useful Tips on Writing Rhyme Incorporated Poetry

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 05/02/2008 | Poetry
A "Rhyme Incorporated" is a poetic form meaning "incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems" in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.

How to Write a Fiboquatro Poem?

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 03/02/2008 | Poetry
The Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme.

Listen to My Whisper

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 02/10/2007 | Poetry
Listen To My Whisper Gee, there’s a beautiful muse And it is there… in my head Sometimes, it is in my heart It is always there And, it whirlwinds Within me I let it flutter down Like a yellow butterfly, nestling On my candle-shaped finger With a silver quill It was written, now it's a poem To behold, forever I wow myself Like I used to do, when I was 7 And I am so pleased To be here, as a whisperer--- Cheerfully, whispering unto thee The beauty, my aging brain sees

Poem

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 02/10/2007 | Poetry
Poem Once, I was a poem--- A memory of a rose, ever-watchful Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air. Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem--- The art of your heart; ‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cos that’s what I am. The poem and I---fourteen lines Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breathe. A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote Of me, but that was before… You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.

Forgetful Poe(t)

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | Poetry
Forgetful Poe(t) If you don’t want to speak, Why did you call me!? You’re disturbing me, honey You know, I’m really busy; I’ve a poem to finish, about us. Ok, come to my place, If you want; By the time you be here, Surely, I’m done with my writings. Speak, O speak to me now, I can’t let this poem go… Fluttering to an unknown grave. So serious, you are? As if I’ve done something wrong, What’s up honey, bad mood? No, nothing, O my dear Poe(t); I just waited for you, for hours. You’ve forgotten our date!

The Godfather

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | Poetry
The Godfather I’m a man, just simply a man; Once a child---with no other distinction; I am neither your first son nor last. I cannot alter what God has planned, Nor stop sun to shine, Nor stop the rain he’s cast. So I seek a solution to the paradigm Of angst, and joy of life; Of the person I should be now. Thou, life’s full of mystery, and of misery; You were there to give me hope and dignity; No wonder I always love to be with you. But, when God decided… We couldn’t say, “No!” You left me with his everlasting glory. As time passes, I realize the greatness of Love and joy on the day of my friend’s son; I became like you---a loving godfather.

O, Mother Earth

By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | Poetry
O, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs and full of olden lullabies, sung by mountains and valleys while rivers keep flowing through the ever-changing seasons of life. You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver touch sends me a tingle, that great joy and laughter bejewel the lake of green. Your yellow orb scattered sparkly gems on the blue water of a mesmerizing sea; as for your majestic sky, it wraps, gently, its arm around me whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars. O, Mother Earth, take me to the fortress, where kings and queens meet and teach me… the graceful dance of the wind.