Do we have any one who writes poetry.

I don't know I am a poet or not,but whenever some incidents or matters hit my heart,I just start to write something.It may be article,may be poem,may be story also. I want to post here one of my poem and I would like to know that it is a poem or not.

I enjoy writing poetry. Of late most of my poems have been inspired by my hubby. This is my latest one..hope you like it.. Thinking of You Every single day I miss you, You go out to work & I bid adieu, Kiss you goodbye and I come back to bed, It’s still warm where you slept. I snuggle into the covers and think about you, Thanking God for you and our love too. My face lights up when you call, Reminds me of times in the long haul. The clock silently ticks and the day goes by, You are on my mind and I sigh.. I miss you so even though it’s a few hours, Can’t wait till you are home and time is ours! With you beside me I feel so good, Anything you wanted me to I would. I smile within and am content, For sweet memories and moments spent.

I write poetry all the time in fact I'm in the middle of writing a new poem now. I think it's a good way to express emotions.

I have written more than ten poems and they are published at poetry.com Try to go there and join the contest. You might win, who knows. I did not.

yes i write poetry, are you trying to get a collection of poetry to publish or do you just like writing poetry,there is a site called poetry.com where you can read and write poetry i have several poems posted on that site. it is free.

I love wind, I love water, I love the sun, I love flowers, I love to play ball ; And I love your smile when you realise this poem is about nothing at all .

I write poetry about life, the human condition, Christian faith, love and humor. Thank you for encouraging our sharing with others. Here is one I wrote when I witnessed a church member being unduly critical of another. FLAW DETECTIVES Hypocrites are complacent and indifferent, Oblivious to all moral laws; They are devoted to their nefarious work, To detect and point out all our flaws. Long hours they spend in the business Of picking specks from their neighbor's eye; Though large beams protrude from their own, Their faults they are quick to deny. Flaw detectives specialize in little things, Expecting to produce big results. Penny wise and pound-foolish they are, Offending with demeaning insults. These detectives cannot bear to inspect themselves, The shock would no doubt be too great. Instead, they go around with a magnifying glass Searching for other's mistakes. We pray for all the detectives of flaws. For surely they fail to comprehend That the ones they now so criticize, May be the ones they must one day depend. © 2004-2007

I love to read only, can't write.

I write sometimes.. not often. Some of my work is posted on my Myspace page. www.myspace.com/ambur25

This is one from my book. This is Good-Bye Sitting alone and wondering what am I living for? My life has been all for nothing. Just a body without a core. They say in time it changes, and happiness you will find. But I have been waiting a lifetime; I have found nothing of the kind. I feel my life is over no use in hanging on. Would anyone even miss me? Who cares if my life is done? If the devil takes me under his wing for doing this dastardly deed, so be it; I'm living in hell, now caring about this, there is no need. I'm getting very sleepy, now, it's pills, I took, you see. Some say that it's the chicken way out; I'm sure you will all agree. I have suffered a lifetime of despair, no one there to care if I live or die. To anyone out there reading this; I guess this is good-bye. copyright 2002 K.Finch-Shaeffer

It was hard in the beginning, for me to share my poetry over the net. After I had a small book of poetry published, I found it was much easier. I make snow and water applets, which some can be seen on my website, kackie00.tripod.com. I wrote poetry to some of them. Thats when it got easier for me to share them. Here is one, I wrote with a beautiful water applet, I don't have water applets on my site, at the moment, I am redoing it, but my snow applets were there for our winter holidays. The Beauty of a Rose The beauty of a rose so delicate and fair loveliness for the eyes to see with purity that is rare. They are given for many occasions with love, being what is meant; the receiver, beholding the beauty, makes the giver feel thankful he sent. These roses are for everyone who enjoys a wonderful sight, the peace that comes with them makes them a beauty, in their own right.

"I Should Not Dare" I should not dare to leave my friend, Because if he should die While I was gone and I -too late, Should reach the heart that wanted me, If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see And could not bear to shut until He noticed me, -he noticed me, If I should stab the patient faith So sure I?d come -so sure I?d come It listening, listening went to sleep Reciting my tardy name. My heart would wish it broke before Since breaking then, since breaking then, Is useless as next morning?s sun To erase a midnight?s tear.

Do you love me or do you not Why do you love me Have you forgot You told me once Is the answer the same Or has it changed You act as if love is a game This question will always remain But will your answer always be the same I just want to know You can reply with a yes or no I’m crazy you say But I don’t want you to think of me that way I just want you to answer The question that waits to be answered Will you answer this soon Maybe one night while we’re staring at the moon If you do love me I want you to know that I love you too!

yes i write poetry.. mostly poems which bring out humour and some love poems too

I wirte poems, but i won't post them here, if you want to read some of my poems got to poetry.com...mylot email me for my name to find my poems.

I write poems but they are for me only. I don't show them to anyone.

Roses are red violets are blue your momma is ugly and so are you.

Eyes that used to shine so blue exposing her love of life. Shaded and shadowed, The truth of restless nights. When the sun goes down and The curtain of darkness falls, Through the thickness. Her crying penetrates the plaster walls. Each day, each night She waits next to the silent phone. He fights a war with many She fights one here alone. No one comes to rescue her From pain she suffers within herself. No one even bothers To ask if she needs help. Waiting for a letter She checks the mail every day. Bills are overflowing, Wanting her to pay. Her thoughts are filled with longing Sometimes they seem to burn. Blood red ink marks the days that pass Anxiously awaiting his return. Time has become a burden Minutes like hours, Hours like days Passing them in solitude Wishing he was here today. The girl next door is hurting Radiating a silent plea. No one cares to notice No one cares to see.

I had this poem published in a book over in America, I love to write. Misplaced Erased from the album, Photos taken down from the wall, Like I never really existed, Like I was never here at all. The door jarred tight, A dust covered shrine, My belongings lay untouched, Everything that was once mine, I wander down an empty hallway, In this endless night, Until I see, in the far distance, Some beckoning sort of light, I run towards it to no avail, I cannot reach the end, So I'm trapped between two worlds, Until you're here with me again. Copyright ©2006 Megan Wendy DeGruchy

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