@Kagari.....Thanks 4 ur comment. You can check more works on my profile!

@Justiceenams, ur works are gud! I love 'Fears' ,'Her Curse' n 'More Than Love'.

@ Justiceenams, thanks for commenting on my work. I will do check out ur work! U can check out other of my poems on my profile. Tnx

How about that? Pls comment.

To My Bee's knee

Game not with my heart
By your stonewalling art
That we may ourselves have a glee
Of a lasting wet dream
Which shall endure
Like a bristlecone pine.

How your yea made me gay
Having reached our bloom
Should we not enjoy our may?
Bereave me not of this boon
Anon to the partterre let's ooze.

Neither did I had a clue
Nor was I given a cue
That you are as the honey suckle
Could made me missed my orgeat and sherbet
Oh! How your caress imbued on me a salve.

Shall I compare you to the altair?
Cruising into my life in beams and rays
Glossy like a sun bird causing a stare
Sleek to my feel cutesy and fey.

You are the bird of paradise
Finely curved like the cypress vine
You smell so sweet like a fragrant pine
Even sweeter fragrance than the moon flower.

The moon and sun may fail to shine it light!
The ocean may fail to afford us water!
But my love for you shall always glow.

By: Piresg24

How about that? Ur comments pls.

To My Bee's knee

Game not with my heart
By your stonewalling art
That we may ourselves have a glee
Of a lasting wet dream
Which shall endure
Like a bristlecone pine.

How your yea made me gay
Having reached our bloom
Should we not enjoy our may?
Bereave me not of this boon
Anon to the partterre let's ooze.

Neither did I had a clue
Nor was I given a cue
That you are as the honey suckle
Could made me missed my orgeat and sherbet
Oh! How your caress imbued on me a salve.

Shall I compare you to the altair?
Cruising into my life in beams and rays
Glossy like a sun bird causing a stare
Sleek to my feel cutesy and fey.

You are the bird of paradise
Finely curved like the cypress vine
You smell so sweet like a fragrant pine
Even sweeter fragrance than the moon flower.

The moon and sun may fail to shine it light!
The ocean may fail to afford us water!
But my love for you shall always glow.

By: Piresg24

To My Bee's knee

Game not with my heart
By your stonewalling art
That we may ourselves have a glee
Of a lasting wet dream
Which shall endure
Like a bristlecone pine.

How your yea made me gay
Having reached our bloom
Should we not enjoy our may?
Bereave me not of this boon
Anon to the partterre let's ooze.

Neither did I had a clue
Nor was I given a cue
That you are as the honey suckle
Could made me missed my orgeat and sherbet
Oh! How your caress imbued on me a salve.

Shall I compare you to the altair?
Cruising into my life in beams and rays
Glossy like a sun bird causing a stare
Sleek to my feel cutesy and fey.

You are the bird of paradise
Finely curved like the cypress vine
You smell so sweet like a fragrant pine
Even sweeter fragrance than the moon flower.

The moon and sun may fail to shine it light!
The ocean may fail to afford us water!
But my love for you shall always glow.

By: Piresg24

Anyone around? pls check this n don't 4get to comment.

Please! anyone there to comment on my poem.

To My Bee's Knee

Game not with my heart
By your stonewalling art
That we may ourselves have a glee
Of a lasting wet dream
Which shall endure
Like a bristlecone pine.

How your yea made me gay
Having reached our bloom
Should we not enjoy our may?
Bereave me not of this boon
Anon to the partterre let's ooze.

Neither did I had a clue
Nor was I given a cue
That you are as the honey suckle
Could made me missed my orgeat and sherbet
Oh! How your caress imbued on me a salve.

Shall I compare you to the altair?
Cruising into my life in beams and rays
Glossy like a sun bird causing a stare
Sleek to my feel cutesy and fey.

You are the bird of paradise
Finely curved like the cypress vine
You smell so sweet like a fragrant pine
Even sweeter fragrance than the moon flower.

The moon and sun may fail to shine it light!
The ocean may fail to afford us water!
But my love for you shall always glow.

By Piresg24

Any one there?

Please anyone there to appraise a poem I'm about uploading?

Designer: PCGuru

Why I chose the topic:

I chose the topic “Dreams Can Come Through” with a view to inspiring ones that have lost hope in life that they can actualize their dreams with a right attitude and actions.

The unique experience I derived working with a designer:

An avid believer of dreams in the person of PCGuru truly gave a vivid interpretation to my poem by way of a design as though he was the poet himself.

Constraints in working with a team:

The only constraint was the delay in response may be because I am not the only one he is attending to.

Poem analysis:

The poem “Dreams Can Come Through” has seven stanzas of unequal lengths. The first to third stanzas of the poem portray an overwhelming difficulties of life experienced by a soul who by reason of that becomes pessimistic about the actualization of his dreams. He indeed is a royal blood and heir apparent to the throne but was treated unjustly. This is seen in stanza four. The stanzas that followed show the soul's desire for change and the inspiration he got through the voice that whispered which is his deux ex machina ie saving grace, whispering to the hopeless soul,reviving him that he can actualize his dreams.

Why the designer used the designs,pictures,visuals and every component of the design:

The Reason for using Butterflies is because they are a symbol for metamorphism which is the process of transformation, it represents the transition from the dream to reality. He also decides to go with a subtle tone and simple bright brokhels to give it a vivid and bright looking feel, as the title centers around hope and dreams.

Meanings of some terms,terminologies and figures of speech used:

Personification was one of the tools used by the poet, such words include: “breath”,uncertainty,penury,misery,nature.
The poet uses allegory to depict wisdom as Solomon,meekness and patience as Moses and boldness as David.
“Poverty” here means lack of vital abilities.
The poet uses oxymoron ie “living dead” to depict one who has dreams but dwells in his predicaments.
“Stinking fangs” in the context means unhealthy or worthless.
“mire” and “afire” mean troublesome situation and state of great excitement respectively.
Metonymy was used ie Crown in the poem signify kingship.
“Foe“ in the context represents personal weaknesses as fear,low self esteem.
The message behind the poem:

That even in the inquietude of ones dire mire, one can always aspire higher with a right attitude and actions and never to retire in their desire to actualize their dreams.....This poem is dedicated to those who despite all yet actualize their dreams.

Designer: PCGuru

Why I chose the topic:

I chose the topic “Dreams Can Come Through” with a view to inspiring ones that have lost hope in life that they can actualize their dreams with a right attitude and actions.

The unique experience I derived working with a designer:

An avid believer of dreams in the person of PCGuru truly gave a vivid interpretation to my poem by way of a design as though he was the poet himself.

Constraints in working with a team:

The only constraint was the delay in response may be because I am not the only one he is attending to.

Poem analysis:

The poem “Dreams Can Come Through” has seven stanzas of unequal lengths. The first to third stanzas of the poem portray an overwhelming difficulties of life experienced by a soul who by reason of that becomes pessimistic about the actualization of his dreams. He indeed is a royal blood and heir apparent to the throne but was treated unjustly. This is seen in stanza four. The stanzas that followed show the soul's desire for change and the inspiration he got through the voice that whispered which is his deux ex machina ie saving grace, whispering to the hopeless soul,reviving him that he can actualize his dreams.

Why the designer used the designs,pictures,visuals and every component of the design:

The Reason for using Butterflies is because they are a symbol for metamorphism which is the process of transformation, it represents the transition from the dream to reality. He also decides to go with a subtle tone and simple bright brokhels to give it a vivid and bright looking feel, as the title centers around hope and dreams.

Meanings of some terms,terminologies and figures of speech used:

Personification was one of the tools used by the poet, such words include: “breath”,uncertainty,penury,misery,nature.
The poet uses allegory to depict wisdom as Solomon,meekness and patience as Moses and boldness as David.
“Poverty” here means lack of vital abilities.
The poet uses oxymoron ie “living dead” to depict one who has dreams but dwells in his predicaments.
“Stinking fangs” in the context means unhealthy or worthless.
“mire” and “afire” mean troublesome situation and state of great excitement respectively.
Metonymy was used ie Crown in the poem signify kingship.
“Foe“ in the context represents personal weaknesses as fear,low self esteem.
The message behind the poem:

That even in the inquietude of ones dire mire, one can always aspire higher with a right attitude and actions and never to retire in their desire to actualize their dreams.....This poem is dedicated to those who despite all yet actualize their dreams.

Number 17

Dreams Can Come Through

The future is bleak
Gloomy like a thick darkness
Every breath whispers fury
Uncertainty sneaks into my thoughts
Enslaving enthusiasm.

Negativity becomes my watchword
The dictum 'while I breath I hope'
Becomes oblivious to my mind
And 'all hope is lost'
A new song on my lips.

Penury and misery
Become my counsels
Poverty like my sworn enemy
Snears at me every tick tock.

I am the living dead full of life
Farther from crown and beauty
Found among the rejects of the society
Treated like vagabond by nature
Though,born of royalty
Bereft of crown.

Oh! My saving grace
Where are you?
Poverty places its stinking fangs on me!
Behold, a whisper I heard
Soothing was its effect on me saying;
Turn your mire to afire
Your dreams can come through
In weakness is strength
Attitude is everything.

Dreams can come through
It may be as tall as the Iroko tree
It takes a Solomon to climb it
It may have rough paths
It takes a Moses to walk through.

Dreams like a dragon's egg
Only the brave gets it
To a coward
Its a perennial impossibility
To a David,a victory assured

Your greatest foe is self
Overcome self,actualize dreams
Dreams can come through
But it takes one to plan
With hands and feet engaged.

By: Piresg24

Reserved for number 17

Where is the submission thread? Is not 18th the deadline?

I will finish it b4 tumaro. What abt u?

Helloo, I need help------------how do I contact d designer I'm to work with Tempus fugit. Solaceye is d one...I'm no. 52

My slot is 10 and I'm seeing double slots.How can it be corrected?

Reserved for number 11

Dreams can come through

reserved for no.11

The Storm
No.52

A thick cloud appeared
In communion it gathered
Ready to bequeath its due to mother earth
Rumbling of thunder I heard
The sun disappeared into the thick cloud
Behold,a thick darkness I saw
The cheerful crowd turned sore and fled
Like a melting ice before the sun
All,men and women,young and old
Engaged their legs on a marathon
Off to their abode
Away from the menacing storm
Streets become lonely
Market places deserted
Farmland waited in vain without any to till
The whirlwind blew
The forest trees danced in awe
Heavenly dues like a tsunami descended on earth
Roofs eloped from houses
Dancing to the rhythm of the wind
Flood crept into houses
Displacing man of habitation
Indistinct voices I heard saying
Oh! Our fields oh! Our buildings
For how long?
When shall this nightmare end?
When shall be the dawn of a new day?
I woke up from my deep sleep
Behold,it was a sunny day and I smiled
because it was but a dream.

The Storm

A thick cloud appeared
In communion it gathered
Ready to bequeath its due to mother earth
Rumbling of thunder I heard
The sun disappeared into the thick cloud
Behold,a thick darkness I saw
The cheerful croud turned sore and fled
Like a melting ice before the sun
All,men and women,young and old
Engaged theirs legs on a marathon
Off to their abode
Away from the menacing storm
Streets become lonely
Market places deserted
Farmland waited in vain without any to till
The whirlwind blew
The forest trees danced in awe
Heavenly dues like a tsunami descended on earth
Roofs eloped from houses
Dancing to the rhythm of the wind
Flood crept into houses
Displacing man of habitation
Indistinct voices I heard saying
Oh! Our fields oh! Our buildings
For how long?
When shall this nightmare end?
When shall be the dawn of a new day?
I woke up from my deep sleep
Behold,it was a sunny day and I smiled
because it was but a dream.