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ive decided to make a thread where people can share there poetry and comment on others.i guess ill start the thread off by posting a piece of poetry i made after meditating entitled "peace garden" please leave comments on what you think :

*Peace Garden*

the gentle breezes blow across the lush green gardens

the peaceful music echoes within reach

cheerful spirits reach to the sky

birds chirp monks sing

cheerful echos surrounding everything

blistful souls wandering high

soaring through the clear blue sky

no more worries,no more hurt

just peaceful harmony warming the heart
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no poems submitted yet .you don't have to be a professional journalist to submit some great poetry so why not give it a try it's actually pretty fun once you start on one.

*peace be with you all*

well it's been a couple months now and still no reply's so i'll post another to get things rolling again:
*Darkness Struck*
crying mothers shreak a tear
for there lost children of less than a year
another past the senseless tangent of dawn
will they ever learn?
when will they stop to see the blatent sadness imprinting the faces of there own brothers and sisters?
perhaps it was us ourselves who threw harmony away
or perhaps it was never meant to stay.
is it so that we are all willing to live in eternal darkness
much like the creatures of night
never willing to experience truly clear light.
if this is so and it stands to be true
i shed a tear for the children of the coming year
for all they will learn is the darkest of fear
i shed a tear for the coming year..

I'll give it shot. Here is one a sonnet of mine.
Jet

09.12.01
For Andrew who was there

Ten seconds of bliss
In the moments before the telephone rang.
Late summer leaves shuddered with a kiss
Of sun. Days later, he recalled that birds sang
An innocent, oblivious little melody.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard birds sing
Or felt sunlight filtered through a canopy
Of deep green leaves. Then he heard the telephone ring.
For everything there is a beginning and an ending,
And sometimes it is clearer than one might think.
The bliss had been gratefully misplaced, while the beginning
And ending would forever remain wretchedly distinct.
The phone rang that morning in an endless refrain.
He answered, thankful to have a moment of joy in the midst of such pain.

thats a great sonnet or poam of yours.it has a deep thought to it but at the same time has a sort of simplistic warming charm to it.look forward to hearing more from you and others.

Thanks, Peacemaker. I based the poem on a story my buddy, Andrew, told about his experience during 9/11. He witnessed the towers fall from Newark International Airport where he was trying to catch a cross-county flight. After a horrowing day, he ended up at strangers house, on a farm in New Jersey. (Built in the 1700's and just a few hundred feet from where George Washington crossed.) He woke up on 9/12 and for 10 seconds forgot where he was and what had happended the day before. It was a compelling image that need to be recorded.

Jet