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6/30/2010 7:49:46 AM
New member Hi everyone i am lisa from the uk, this site was really hte only respectable one where i found high quality poetry and supportive poets who arent interested in bringing other people down. How do other users find this site and also how do i get my work rated? blessings xx
6/30/2010 9:22:00 AM
can anyone rate me please im new here and have only been writing a short time. my work is mainly concerned with the human codition and its complexities. Be grateful to see what you think thankyou. Blessings.
6/30/2010 9:26:04 AM
What a waste writing is a funny thing...some of us need to express inner turmoil, some of us don't, some of us are talented some of us aren't..but in who's opinion? Poetry is an art and will speak to the people it is meant to speak to. Don't get too hung up on being rated, the beauty is in having a song to sing and an outlet for your desires, needs, hopes and hurts. Blessings xx
edited by YEMANYA on 6/30/2010
7/5/2010 5:21:09 AM
new poem but i dont know how to post it here hi guys i have a new poem that i wrote today, it's called and he feeds her.... feedback always good so have a little look if you have the time or inclination...blessings lisa xx
7/5/2010 12:00:17 PM
another new poem hi guys and gals, another new poem, wrote it 5 mins ago. It is called dIshes, let me know what you think. p.s how do i post my poems up here without writing them all over again? assistance required lol, blessings xx
7/9/2010 7:31:00 AM
the lawyer in the chatroom new poem, bit of fun really guys have alook if you feel to, blessings xx
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1/26/2011 3:59:44 AM
when love forgets, my new poem xx When love forgets, you wait at the door/
and wander if you should put on the lingerie he bought you before/
when love forgets, you wait for the nice words/
but the words never come and you never gets heard/

when love forgets, he changes your views/
and looks at the women in their high heeled shoes/
he dosent respond in the way that he should/
together for years, but this doesn't feel good/

His eyes wander fast to every next cleavage/
your small breasts no contest, you feel you're not needed/
you're just a bit part now, he takes you for granted/
should you move on, the seed has been planted/

you want to be loved and cherished and adored/
not to stay at home washing plates, being bored/
you want to go back when he very first knew you/
in a passionate way his eyes used to view you/

relegated now to a place you don't recognise/
and when you laugh the smile doesnt reach your eyes/
the only affection you gets from the cat/
your still a young woman, how sad is that?

but what you don't notice when you leave the house/
are hundreds of suitors waiting to pounce/
they notice your hair and your eyes and your spirit/
your man at home does n't think to fear it/

He's got you where he wants you, a dutiful housewife/
he thinks your happy with your stepford wives life/
But be warned mr. conceited, while you lie to yourself/
She will be the muse of a passionate someone else/

He will love her and cherish her and fulfill her every need/
show her the good things and devour her with greed/
while they lay naked entangled debating the worlds strife/
you should have been loving your stay at home housewife/
1/26/2011 4:00:50 AM
when love forgets, my new poem xx please leave comments, all read, i think critique helps me to grow xx
1/26/2011 4:05:37 AM
AND HE FEEDS HER. please take a look x Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare eyes from their plates
she plucks them away, eats them whole one by one
his leg quivers tremulously under the table
her sweetness burning like african suns

Creamy crem brulee drips from their spoons
slips down their throats, placating their hunger
he presses his appetite firmly to hers
her thighs draw him in to taste erotic thunder
1/26/2011 4:06:07 AM
AND HE FEEDS HER. please take a look x please take the time to have alook at some of my poetry, i need to build my confidence in my writing thanks x
1/26/2011 7:42:44 AM
Premium members get better treatment Hi,
I have come back to the soup after a few months of being ill and having writers block. I have noticed that before I had people commenting on my poems but now I don't seem to have any. I may seem cynical and I am but I thought this was a genuine writers forum where people can exchange critique and develop skills without being slated like on some other sites.
However I have come to realise that in order to get nice feedback you have to play a game of commenting on popular poets poetry, rubbing others backs as it were, and if you don't do that you don't get comments. Also i think this has everything to do with the fact taht I am not paying out money I don't have to become a premium member. All the premium members get rated and commented on and featured but non memebers don't. This is so sad, in a world where poetry isn't really valued anymore you would think a poetry site would value it's members and promote good writers and creativity. But again it all comes down to money and playing the game..yawn..how very dissapointing poetry soup.
1/30/2011 3:51:56 AM
My New Poem...My Bathroom mirror Please take a moment to have a look at my new poem thanks .....

My bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and forces me to stare in the face
the cards I have been dealt but cannot change
I am not vain, but the bathroom mirror
believes that I am, prodding my esteem
with it's taunting illusion of superficial
desires and making me sick with longing
for all the things I do not have

Frowns furrow into my brow
and once carefree features twist
with violent acknowledgement
that I cannot go back and undo the undone
the bathroom mirror plays tricks on us all
waiting for those quiet moments
when we doubt ourselves and resolve
to change who we are entirely

But we would not have got this far
in life without being ourselves
and the bathroom mirror is a terror
that reflects back regret
and long lost dreams
failures and good times lost
the bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and that's why I rarely look at it.
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