write poetry and get paid for it

There was a man they said could walk the moon We lost a man that could moon walk, moon walk in a unique and giving way ! Noone will ever take his place or invade his space ! This man was something and meant alot to people all over the world. Even though they were from different time zones and different place this man saw nothing but different races. Even though he let us see his different faces ! Noone will ever take his place or invade his space ! Those different faces he saw were neither black or white. He saw them like we see day and night People like the media, news, and T.V. did nothing but made him out to look mean. But he walked the other way without leaving a trace. ! Noone will ever take his place or invade his space ! If you haven’t figure out the man without a doubt is Michael Jackson I’m speaking about. We lost him on June 25 , 2009 let us ” Remember the times”. Remember when the world was in need Michael Jackson was there. Where were we in his dispair? Did the media, people, and T.V. really care? As Michael Jackson lays in peace in a deep amount of space. He will be left alone now. ! Because noone will ever take his place or invade his space ! Sharatta Atkins 07/13/2009

Everyday Is like
A pain in
My stiff neck
You don’t stick
to you’re promises
So no more
Of this endless
Pain inside my
Broken heart
So no more

These roses was made by pen,
A Fact that’s sad, but true,
They will never have the smell the
Way real roses do.

They are not as good as God’s roses are,
God make his for the world to see, but I
Make these just for you.

These roses were made straight from the heart,
and never been touched by morning dew,
but the tears i hold inside my heart
will water them for you.

So when you get lonely and don’t know who to turn to,
Just take a look at these roses and remember i love you,
and always thinking of you.

ONE FINE DAY I WAS DEPRESSED . SO THOUGHT OF WRITING SOMETHING.
SO WROTE A POETRY WHICH WAS AWESOME, PEOPLE APPRECIATED LIKE ANYTHING.
SO FROM THAT MOMENT DECIDED TO WRITE A POETRY.
AND NOW WANT TO GET PAID FOR WRITING A POETRY

hello i m mohit jain a student of ENNg college from MIET gondia

THE life you want, you cannot get,
You should raise,b’cuz time don’t wait.
Life is like a tree, which is like this true,
When it loses all its leaves, it is exactly like you.
When you came on this earth, you all know,
but you cant predict one thing, that when’ll you go.
Some live for money and some for fun,
Some die naturally while some die at gun.
Life is like the soil in the field,
How much you plough it, it’ll give you that much yield.
Give it time to grow exactly like manure,
then it’ll give you happiness for sure.
The people who commit suicide, are the people who don’t love God,
B’cuz they do the thing, what God wants exactly not.
THe day when the real value of life’ll be known by you,
All desires within your heart’ll become true.

Butterfly kisses
you make me smile
you make me grin
you make me feel like a child again

I sit here in silence
waiting for something new
waiting for the day to come
show me something worth my while
I sit here in silence
patient for my turn to be someone
worth while to be here soon

life is so hard when you’re down and out
when you cant be heard and you just want to shout
your whole life is ahead of you yet it feels done
and you feel like no one knows you’re the only one

life is so hard when you are all alone
when you’re hurt and the only one home
you’re lost in your mind with nothing to do
and you know that the only one left is you

life is so hard living for someone else
knowing that they depend on no one but yourself
they need you to survive this life
when all you want to do is give up and die

life is so hard when you cant go on
when everything you have ever worked for is gone
when everything you ever wanted is out of reach
and you are locked up in your mind so deep

You must have gypsy blood
The way you sing that song
And toss back your hair
The way your body swirls
To the pounding throb
Of the gypsy drums
And the violin..
You catch the fiddler’s eye
In the candle’s gleam
As you take three steps back
Into shadow land
As the voices call you back
To your gypsy home,
Your eyes burn the dark
With a wild flame,
And you grit your teeth
On a thorny rose
As the coal-black night
Throws a cloak of stars
Around your shaking limbs…
You take another step
Into my line of sight
And laughing, snarling, defiant
You step out into the light
You must have gypsy blood,
The way you sing that song
To the open road and the open sky,
The way that candle flame
Catches a secret corner
Of your roving eye
And I wait, watching
My transported image
Burning within
I wait, mesmerized
For our dance to begin