Writing Poetry

Only providence knows what tommorow holds
Only Thy knows whose time it is to leave
Only He knows for how long it would take
Only Thy as the total control
, , , , So Dear, , , , , , , , ,
Would always be with you
Either though times or smooth
Would always be by you side
Either you need me or not
Would always be by your call
Either you say a word or not
Would always stretch an helping hand
Either you need an help or not
Would never make you sad
Either you wrong me or not
Would never make you cry
Either you offend me or not
Would never leave you
Either you here or far away
Saying all this from the depth of my heart
But am not promising
Because am not sure i would wake up tommorow

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Hello everyone I need some help of how could I publish my poems, lyrics and books in here if you can help me please send a massage I would appreciate this if you help me step by step this is solo important for me! ! !

Hey Merry if ever you need any advice I am not the one to ask. It is Midnight Voice - Thomas A Robinson along with Valerie Dohen and Unwritten Soul. These 3 really have something to give to others. Thank You

Thanks Titi so much for your posting. Yes, You are right.

Hello friends, would you say, if you understand the following, which a few bugs and how authentic it sounds, thanks.

What people know, what people know
about a road out of the blue snow.
Oh bro, some say: it's, where the wind always blows,
where Dawn is slow, and it seems now -
it was a long-long time ago.
But in the ghostly mist the lonely star calls go.

What people see, what people see, -
boat leaves the endless empty sea.
His flags dissolved in smoke like passing fantasy.
But even, if in ecstasy,
he confidently promised,
you always knew - the germ is only where the seed.

What people need, what people need,
does not know even the free wind.
And those, who sought, wandered while doing it.
But even our little band also prefers the happy end.
Playing the saw for you we have this country beat.

When all your dealings super good,
sheep eaten by wolves in the woods,
and when now doesn't happens every bullshit,
train rides between the angry clouds,
and all of what you'll never know,
remained in place, you will not see until the need.

How could I love love, if love has never loved me. I am in bed alone and I cannot sleep, I am just fixing my memories by changing reality. El amor siempre Es rojo, y el cielo es muy palido.... Pero yo deseo verles por deseo y no antojo.

pernahkah kamu memandangi hujan, dan merasa ia tak kunjung pergi?

I needs some help I have to write a sonnet for my English 102 class and I can't get meter to save my life. I'm hoping one of you fine folks will help me out. Here is my poem, feel free to rip it to shreds.

What Will It Be?

“What will it be Mac?” The bartender asks.
I sit and ponder while I draw on my cigar,
So many choices are there from his flasks.
They range from the mundane to the bizarre.

Do I fancy a Merlot from France,
Or fine scotch from the Highland,
Perhaps I should leave up to chance,
Or tea from long-island.

Shall I chase the green fairy,
Or wait for the white lightning to strike?
If I do things could get hairy,
I can think of nothing I’d dislike.

I sense that the answer is near,
I’ll have one whiskey, one bourbon, one beer

(A question! ! !)

What is the status of awarding 10++++++ in the comment box, and not casting vote in the right column?or praising high while not casting a vote
means contradiction in our judgement of poetry?