Anyone here still read poem?

Yes I love reading and reciting poems. When you say forget - You kept it as 'thought' - To just say recall - You forgot somewhile, that's all.

I still read and right poems. Its actually a form of expression for me and a way to destress myself.

this is hen hen nice lol.. i love poetry.. i think sent you one of mine.. here is some more.. my aching heart is stripped bear..where else is there to hide? where can i lose my name and never be seen at noon tide? the screaching pain..the heavy rancour and even those clouds of steel.. bring me no closer to such comfort, no place i can call my own... ill fated aloneness is etching itself on my porous skin.. the rain only seeping through ..like flirting on a glass window.. Where is the bountiful face of the one i so much loved? my eyes once feasted on his warmth no telling where he waits... the power of love eh? i am getting them translated in mandarin..too..

I dont have a favorite. But I personally write them. Its my gift that I have found. I use it to express feelings and stuff. I HOPE people still read them. I plan to write some books on them. I have notebooks full of them. Oh please say people still read poetry! :)

I love poems.Exactly I love reading poems when I get up early in a garden.But I am not a writer.And I don't care whether the poem is optimistic or tragical.Thank you for your share.I love her.

I Love Poems! Here's one by Pablo Neruda, who happens to be my favorite poet. I crave your mouth, you voice, your hair Silent and Starving, I prowl through the streets Bread does not nourish me, Dawn Disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh Your habds the color of a savage harvest, Hunger for the pale stone of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body the sovereign nose of your arrogant face I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes. And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

i write and read poems., whenever i got aches from within me i just expressed itout through a poem., and it lightens me even a little bit of my pain