Writing Poetry

dear friends,
i too wrote poems.tell me, " can i call them poems?'

How can I improve my poetry writing?

I would appreciate it very much if an experienced poet could read my poem, and give advice on how to improve it or my future poetry. Thank you.

Hello friends. Have just started to contribute here. Invite you all to read my poems and express your opinions. Thanks to all. Indranil

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Ladylove

There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove,
who was said to be a saint sent from above.
But no one knew just who she was;
a ghost indeed was she, was she.
She approached a swain one day, one sorrowful day;
stealing his heart as she ran away.

She left with a flutter in a moonlit still,
her beauty graces her for a splendid time.
She haste to a pond of midnight glow,
a lad soon followed as he watched her go.
She looked in his eyes with sadness there,
looking away as she's engulfed in light.

She step a foot in glistening water still,
meandering a swan not by will.
The boy he haste to grasp her hand,
letting his love guide as they shift to swans;
he a swan of black and she white,
they soar now into the ever moonlight.
The story now told of a love everlasting,
of two young swans, on moonlit casting.

-Adam M. Snow

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PLEASE COMMENT GUYS...

If birds have no wings
He also won ' t ever fly
If someone had no friend
He had never enjoyed the beautiful life is completely
Stars appear at night
When everybody need it
the sun emerge during
When everybody need it
A blanket warm- when cold
Umbrella- protect when descending rain
When street lights illuminating dark lights
Including you you came when i need you
Elephants imperfect without its trunk
Fish imperfect without gills
Pelicans not perfect without beak
Guitar imperfect without the string
A tiger is not perfect without fangs
And i never perfect without you my friend
Stay into the wings for birds - birds
Stay into my friend until the last heart rate...

glad to be here after a long walk, vibes that tired feet and get head spinning, but give thanks i am here, Jamaican by birth, to Edna and Ezekiel, , married with 4 kids, , and a beautiful wife, , aylete, , presently living in the us, working out of the health services, , , poetry have always been my nourishment to wisdom and knowledge, have bath me and satisfied my soul to deep extreme, , over 35 years of divine vision putting pen to paper, have still never seems to amaze me the power of the spoken words, , yes it is true honest and the creative thoughts that flow freely through my head and is shared with genuine love to the masses..so it is with a sense of deep love and respect that i came and will always spit lines that will burn your soul to purity and a quiet place to rest, yes this is rue from aboukir stann, by ways of Clarendon and now us, ,

Hello friends. Have just started to contribute here. Invite you all to read my poems and express your opinions. Thanks to all. Indranil