Writing Poetry


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  • X. L. Woo (8/1/2014 9:44:00 AM) Post reply

    Muse At Washington's Headquarters

    I seem to hear the thundering of the cannons
    From two hundred years ago.
    I seem to see the array of the soldiers
    Marching to attack Her Majesty's armies.
    I seem to hearken the rolls of the drums.
    I seem to behold the unfurling of the banners.
    All is for the Independence,
    For freedom and for democracy!
    I recall the Solemn vow:
    " Give me liberty, or give me death! "
    So America's born and lives.
    The tradition prevails.
    If every people under the tyranny
    Either of feudalism or of communism
    Can be up and roar:
    " Give me liberty, or give me death! "
    Then we will have the world peace- -
    The peace we desire so long!
    Oh, God, I pray Thee:
    Let the spirit of America
    Inspire peoples in the world!

  • Jaàck Sonà (7/31/2014 11:25:00 AM) Post reply

    " Unfair Life "
    Look at my Face smiling with Tears,
    Look at my Eyes Crying with Blood,
    Watch me fight The Years,
    That made me Blind.
    ....
    Thought the problem was with my Personnality,
    Thought i was Right,
    Thinking about the Reality,
    Is it Love at First Sight?
    ....
    Remember the Only Person,
    Who makes you Feel Lost,
    Try To teach him a Lesson,
    That could be the Worst.
    ....
    Just read Between the Lines,
    The message is So Clear,
    You're saying It's just some Lies,
    That's so Not Fair.

  • Cheryl Griffith (7/30/2014 7:49:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Two important tips:
    1. Read it out loud to yourself after writing it. You will be able to hear if it sound right, if your word choice is right or if the beat or rhythm is off.
    2. Always revisit your work. Taking a fresh look with fresh eyes can make a difference.

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  • Danny Wilson (7/27/2014 5:23:00 PM) Post reply

    Im the number one player these poeple keep hating these people keep hateing im the number one player these poeple or the matter some poeple or the hater im the number one payer

  • Ademola Oluwabusayo (7/26/2014 2:59:00 AM) Post reply

    Broken freinship
    1small branches of broken tree

    always looking to the one above

    for protection for guidance

    strengh and security of my life

    little branche of tree

    who heip others frm breaking away

    who will fall


    two branches of tree

    strong relationship

    who will fall?

    who will stay?

    now one branches stand alone

    one fell one depart

    see both broken

    branches one cannot do without 1

    scattered both in pain both branches pass 2ru destruction
    hope new generation learn more
    the broken branches

  • Prasanth K Jose (7/23/2014 2:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Poem

    THE FLOWER

    Born a bud,
    Bloomed to a flower.

    See!
    How it blooms!
    As a baby learning to walk
    It grows,
    little and little
    In color, shape and size.

    Oh! a maiden
    i saw in it.
    Butterflies and bees
    came to seek her hand.

  • Kalam Azad (7/21/2014 7:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Bullet-pierced Map


    The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
    If the stars return back
    Nobody will stare at the sky
    Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
    In the window appears the untimely cloud

    The map shivers in the western desert-wind
    If that poisonous hand pierces bullet in the heart of Green and Red

    In the electricity light the traders’ city illuminates
    The sun seems to be one-hundred sixty million people
    The blood-red line that appears on the crimson Sun seems pale

    In the Eastern rays the imperialism will be burnt to ashes.

  • X. L. Woo (7/20/2014 1:42:00 PM) Post reply

    The Highway

    I'm driving on Highway I-95,
    On a long journey to south and sea.
    I start from the Garden State,
    All the way down to Florida.
    I seem traveling on a gossamer
    Of the national highway cobweb
    Woven by a giant spider
    All over the United States of America.
    The great artificial structure
    Is the world's ninth wonder.
    I enjoy the view of verdure
    On either side of the thread-
    The line on the face of the Earth,
    The artery of the transportation.
    I enjoy the happy high speed,
    Of course at the speed limit(!) .
    Who wants to get into trouble
    With the interstate police,
    That will spoil the traveling ecstasy,
    And cost extra expenses?
    I enjoy driving on highways
    For thousands of smooth miles
    Without hindrance of traffic lights
    Till reaching the goal of my life!

  • Meshack Bankole (7/17/2014 2:47:00 PM) Post reply

    Yah..! To create a beautiful poem, I believe attaching it to an imagery in our minds can do add more essence and creativity. Also, allowing life experiences to help us give birth to beautiful poems...

  • Eesha Raaziah Naqvi (7/16/2014 1:54:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Hello poets! Glad to return!
    I prefer writing what I observe and feel, simultaneously. I focus on what I see through my heart. For me, poetry is all about imagination and creativity, instead of logic.
    I invite you people for a discussion because opinions of others matter the most, they may help unlock many new and refined visions!

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    • Tony Adah (7/30/2014 6:29:00 AM) Post reply

      Yes, I agree with you, Eesha R. Naqvi but sometimes when logic comes and it is crafted with the shadow of imagination And creativity, there is a meaning to poetry. The sequence of thoughts as in logi ... more

    • Tony Adah (7/30/2014 6:27:00 AM) Post reply

      Yes, I agree with you, Eesha R. Naqvi but sometimes when logic comes and it is crafted with the shadow of imagination And creativity, there is a meaning to poetry. The sequence of thoughts as in logi ... more

    • Tony Adah (7/30/2014 6:26:00 AM) Post reply

      Yes, I agree with you, Eesha R. Naqvi but sometimes when logic comes and it is crafted with the shadow of imagination And creativity, there is a meaning to poetry. The sequence of thoughts as in logi ... more

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