have you ever done something and non seems to know, encourage or be a fan of yours. Well it happens alot. I always feel like that not until a retired principal from indian encouraged me tru my mail and a woman from Romania saw my poems online and contacted me.. Now my poems are now been published abroad.
I want here to be a place where u can showcase ur wrk, and people encourage you and becom ur fan.
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Who is this that wake
me up before dawn,
with songs as of those
that mourn?

Oh, nightingale.
Go.
Go away

Go away,
to the old that is
nigh unto death.
Your song beseem them.

Go away.
To the crowd beneath
the earth.
They need a shallow friend.

Go away.
your sonorous voice
do not befit a good day.

You sing to me at night.
You sing to me before dawn.

Go away
For when i need you to sing,
you are always on flight.

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Will it be wrong if i a lay man proclaim love to three sisters of
noble blood and they indeed love me in return?

Will it be wrong, for even
there father loved it so,
encourageing me to love them
with.....
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TEAR'S OF THE MOONLIGHT

They made us love the night,
they made us long for it.
they made us clinge to the thought's,
that will forever shape our lot.
Round and round we gather under the moonlight
in a ferry that lead's to the
land of fairie's.
A world were justice prevail's,
a world were truth avail's.
A world were light replace dark,
a world were hardwork surpress
the flame's of lack.
Like a man aiming to sertisfy
the lustfullness of the flesh
we long for more,
and more, and more, and more.
Till we sertisfy the longin's of
our infant mind by giving way
to sleep.
Night and night and night
after night we perform this ritual,
the ritual that will pave our
path on earth,
the ritual that will clear our
heart of dirt.
The ritual that striengten's our
unity,
The ritual chrysterlise our uniqueness;
Handed down to us by our
father's.
But now,
far and far away the ferry
swim's from the shore,
and day after day
the moon night's give way
to sunny day's.
To the raging wind from
the west we loose our dearest
ritual,
in our quest for knowledge
we forgort the thing's
most vital.
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jyde89 i encourage to publish ur wrk at poemhunter.com.
I luv ur work.. Gues u one of the unsung heros

enebeli ifeanyi: jyde89 i encourage to publish ur wrk at poemhunter.com.
I luv ur work.. Gues u one of the unsung heros

yea i opened an account with them a long time ago but i found it difficult to post my poem's, so i got tired and stopped visiting the site.for now i only use nantygreen's but it isn't as big as poem hunter's.