(5/9/2013 2:01:00 PM)
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Discuss ways to improve your poetry.....THIS DOES NOT MEAN POST YOUR POEMS HERE.
Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas about how to write better....AGAIN, THIS DOES NOT MEAN POST YOUR POEMS HERE.
It is so annoying to see these self obsessed attention seekers destroying these forums.And even more pathetic the few who reply to them and encourage it.
Get help and stop posting ya crap here ffsReplies for this message:
(5/25/2013 8:30:00 AM)
If you don't like a post or the responses to a post, just move on to a post which interests you. Others have a right to post what they want to, as you have a right not to read it and move on. Comment ... more
(5/25/2013 8:16:00 AM)
I guess I have too responses to your post. First of all, if you don't like a particular post and attached comments, don't read it and move on to a post that intrests you. That is basically my respons ... more
(5/10/2013 10:10:00 PM)
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What is worse in my opinion, is that when someone does use the forum for its intended purpose, no one will respond. Is communication a dying, (or dead) , art?
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(5/7/2013 3:55:00 PM)
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I forgot to forget
I remembered to remember
Winter sun sparking your eyes
Setting them alight –
that you spoke
Still etched in your face
for my witness,
Lost in the breeze,
Twirling through the trees,
Dancing in the wind,
As we watched the seasons pass
Coolly unconcerned – by definition,
But the wind blows past
I breathe in the dance
And I forget to forget.
I remember.Replies for this message:
(5/25/2013 8:21:00 AM)
There is a whole lot that is very nice in this poem, the cleverness of the first two lines and the imagery to help the reader understand the abstraction of the emotion. I think it could be tighten up ... more
(5/22/2013 9:47:00 AM)
nice poem Lily. Love this
- James Kastner (5/25/2013 8:21:00 AM) Post reply
(5/7/2013 6:16:00 AM)
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
(4/23/2013 9:01:00 AM)
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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! ! !
(4/21/2013 4:21:00 AM)
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
(4/18/2013 4:51:00 PM)
Thanks Titi so much for your posting. Yes, You are right.
(4/17/2013 8:28:00 AM)
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.
(4/17/2013 5:56:00 AM)
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.
(4/17/2013 1:48:00 AM)
pernahkah kamu memandangi hujan, dan merasa ia tak kunjung pergi?
(4/16/2013 5:45:00 PM)
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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 beerReplies for this message:
(5/26/2013 11:56:00 AM)
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I love this stuff and was taught by professor who wrote this and grew up with it. I loved teaching it. Using know what you've been taught about metric and the sooner form (English sonnet in your poem) ... more
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(4/22/2013 11:50:00 AM)
Lance this has the making of a very good poem, pleas give this a month of thought and then return with improvements
(4/16/2013 11:00:00 PM)
Lance....I love this piece, ...good job. I almost hate to even be so bold as mess with it, but since you asked for tips on getting the meter to play out I gave it a go. Just my take on a different ... more
- James Kastner (5/26/2013 11:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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