(4/14/2006 3:27:00 PM)
Hey everyone! Me again! I've just written a new poem 'Dieting you Out of my System' and I was wondering if you could possibly leave me a comment about it? If you read mine then I'll return the favour! Thanks :)
(4/14/2006 8:13:00 AM)
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I really am new here on this site...
Are there any people outthere who can help me as a dutchie for to learn more english words I can use in my poems? ?
I like to contact them and give a list with the words I 'need' to know! !
Please answer me by mail.
Thanks a lot to all poets that will help me......
(4/13/2006 9:48:00 PM)
No one posts here. Meh...
(4/11/2006 9:25:00 PM)
I promise to return the favor to anyone who is willing to check out and give me feedback on my poetry. I don't have many on here, so it'll be easy. Plus, they're short.
(4/9/2006 11:25:00 PM)
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If I were a dropp of water:
I look up and see this sky -
Sometimes dark and smoetimes bright
And I really wonder - why;
Why do people use might and fight;
All but or one more dropp of water!
Believe me, this is not a silly matter!
Daily I see the long twining queues -
Queues of people on the Municipal taps;
Different face with different hues.
But all have the same mission - perhaps
To take home a few more drops of water.
And I think - 'what if I were a dropp of water? '
Umm... If I was a dropp of water,
I would have fallen from the heavens above
Falling down and down, happily down;
No ego of going down!
Because that is Nature - Free from all.
It's a pity - I can't be that way!
If I was a dropp of water -
While quenching a thirsty man,
I won't think about
His caste, creed, colour or race!
I will flow in my own pace -
Till I see a smile of his face.
If I were a dropp of water,
I would be in harmony
With my surrounding drops!
Never getting in the way of another drop.
Always getting on with each other
Filling each other's gaps.
It's really a pity I can't be that way!
Now that I know that I am not a dropp any ore;
That wonderful drop,
Which is colurless
Yet gives colour to life itself.
The dropp which doen't know where it lands,
Be it a desert, Ganges, or Cauvery!
It just goes on till -
It returns to his source- theheaven;
At least I can try to become one!
(4/9/2006 11:32:00 AM)
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Just something I thought I should share...
Most poems (rather all poems) relating to nature while speaking of waterbodies refer to rivers, seas, waterfalls, rain, lakes, strams, etc.
I read an interesting poem which was about water falling from municipal taps! !
(4/5/2006 8:49:00 AM)
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'A successful poem paints its own pictures, plays its own music, and move with their own flow, meeting in the sea of realization.' - Anonymous
What other attribute can you associate with a successful poem?
India.Replies for this message:
(4/14/2006 2:26:00 PM)
I'd probably say something that strikes an emotional chord with the reader. If it makes you cry while writing it then it will make somebody out there cry reading it. Emotion is definately important. A ... more
D A Phinney
(4/14/2006 2:11:00 AM)
A really successful poem makes the reader go, 'Whoa! This must be by one of them famous poets! ' A variation on this would be that the reader can imagine someone actually paying to read this author's ... more
(4/7/2006 6:29:00 AM)
I don't think poems lend themselves to 'success formulas.' Otherwise, we'd all be writing really good poems, every time out. Anonymous (whose work I cherish) neglected the part about saying somet ... more
(4/5/2006 2:09:00 PM)
A friend of mine says that a good poem p ... more
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(4/4/2006 10:32:00 PM)
As a child I had read John Milton's 'On his blindness' - the poem had eally touched me. But probably I was lacking in something - experience. A week back the doctor told me I would have to use glasses. No not blindness, just a minute power. But today when I find that the little distant objects, which I could earlier see clearly, are now blurred, and wavy, and that I can't see it clear again without a pairof spectacles, I can't explain what I feel. Of course I am not the only the person to have an eye disorder, but i thought i should share this experience:
Images falter from their orbs
Circling in my cornea
The lines are lost
Jagged ends of dimmest silhoutte
I see this world thrown into shades
Or hidden behind thick glasses
Clarity lost into vague glass paints.
(4/4/2006 10:12:00 PM)
Thank you for your kind message.
I will remember what you said.
You see I am very very lazy and don't feel like typing out my poems!
No, but for a sweet friend like you, I will.
(4/4/2006 10:08:00 PM)
* This message is for Azura Cerise.
Well, ... Azura,
Everything needn't to be taken seriously. You will always have a way out if you keep yourself aloof from everything that is unnecessary...Unnecessary relationships, unnecessary correspondence and unnecessary talks. Drill this into your mind that we have come to poemhunter for and only for poems. Our focus should be that and just that, and nothing else. Make sure that everything you do here educates you, enriches your faculty of mind.
You see you are a year older than me, but somehow you are less used to what I should call as 'diversions'.: -) So leave all that and just have fun. Write some good poetry and send it to poemhunters.
You are a real sweet girl!
The fullest of my love,
(And kisses too! for you)