Andrej Gylan Grampovcan
(8/2/2013 1:43:00 AM)
And these deeper tones.
You are falling into the abyss of dreams
day to day.
And silence crazy
but even they go mad
Why you’re not crazy,
I’m still mad that I?
It could be your tornado
to fly to the red planet
and obleživa the two embraced,
And I ask
why is not your tears of happiness,
falling down like a waterfall in the mountain lake
by kissing the morning sun,
that shines on your lips through your smile?
Yeah, you my girl
Perhaps women are far more beautiful in the south;
Humorous, sensual, and more
Take your time,
to admit that the ants
and love out loud.
Our names are
as a barcode.
And we are all only
as items put together in the stores.
Always on sale.
And with time,
the names of the burden for traders.
It’s hard to sell anything.
for the disposal folded.
It is already so,
that the time is not over this,
what is ahead of time
it was so.
Explain them as dry firewood
and lay at the door.
And waiting, and waiting,
the fire burn.
Can the words like the morning sun,
which will float a smile.
And it’s not even a sin
Rose in her teeth.
And it’s not even a sin
if locked heart
again, it’s crazy.
Crazy passion with kisses,
It’s crazy that you’re still crazy.
They are friends of silence.
Beauty without a touch.
Have a nice wind.
Throughout the day, through the ether.
No more so,
It's all been
what is to come,
It's gonna be.
The signals in space
The faces of the sea
It was once,
a long time ago already...
the silent voice
cold through the 'night.
And come on,
all laugh at him go,
This is not yet a sin.
And there is no sin,
if kisses words
as fires burn
and awaken memories.
We once loved
And were loved,
We killed a laugh.
He is a lover for one night
he is like ambulance for help.
And blue for you
when you enter you.
Your body aircraft carrier
Waiting for someone to land again.
Waiting for someone to take again.
And lands, and this takes.
Deep within you,
on a slippery track your body.
Deep within you,
as steel bird.
And you're gonna scream,
the passions of the drawer.
When you repaint the tongue and navel nipples
and you felt his lips on the red river kisses
and will freak out your compass in your Bermuda Triangle,
then you breath again, all wet and passionate,
and he's gonna bite you in your black curls
and I whispered
and lie to you sweet words.
And you're gonna scream.
And you're gonna cry.
And again, you'll be happy.
As luck would really be eternal.
Al you are falling you
Ice still burning.
In our view
In our times
Waves of happiness
when it rains.
And we are one,
yellow as the sun.
Rain kissing morning.
Everything is quiet.
There is no birds today.
Only a tranquil peace.
You may love again?
Maybe you will again take time for yourself?
To make an old flame burn again?
Agora and again both crazy.
Once upon a time there were shots to the heart.
There were fears.
They were like birds under the clouds.
They were like a face on their planet.
And take off the space to the bone.
Both were hit.
It was true love.
She is a real disease.
And maybe still is?
(8/1/2013 6:00:00 PM)
Would you like to be one of the lucky few that is published to be seen by a global audience as a child or student?
Poets, writers, artists and photographers are all most welcome.
One marvellous thing about the Poetry Space site itself is when you view, you will notice that some of the submissions are from children as young as 5. What a wonderful boost to your young creative mind to have someone judge your work worthy to be seen around the globe. It is a must to give young people encouragement.
We as a website for the Youthspace aren't getting many contributions currently but who knows how this may grow.
We would love to run contests in the future for young minds and give great publishing opportunities.
If you are of any age you are welcome to submit, If you are a parent or guardian you can submit on your child's behalf to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Photography, writings, poetry, art and anything creative really is welcome.
I have ideas of including a slide show on the page with music/original songwriting/spoken word from young people so I would be thrilled to have it all sent across.
No deadlines, no fees and open to all.
(8/1/2013 5:33:00 AM)
PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! ! ! I am a young, aspiring poet. Please feel free to rate them and comment your thoughts. Thanks, Jack Growden
(7/31/2013 4:07:00 AM)
i would like to consecrate a poem to the forum written by me, critics are solemnly welcomed! ! !
IF YOU FEEL I AM THE ONE FOR YOU! ! !
Feelings are so obvious though it’s unvoiced,
and are affrighted by a deep whisht.
She comes in blue and makes me astonished
with her Hellenes beauty, leaving a sigh,
and stole my heart under various pretexts.
My love, my love, who aint be no cared of
winning your tending reckons is a fool.
I am not; it’s a deep pain inside somewhere,
the pain of an ill-destined ardent lover.
And her thoughtless words would drought me ever.
Makes her so impressive, I draw a bead on.
What is right and what not is not in my castle?
Everything I do, I do everything for her.
A kiss on her nape turns me immortal,
live with her for long lasted years.
Let me, if you feel I am the one for you,
in this or the next, or else I give-up the ghost.
Though, feelings are so obvious, unvoiced
and made of silence in dark, so rendered.
Oh! ! ! Please love me my Helen with your soul
And I want to die in your arms, so heavenly.
(7/30/2013 4:41:00 AM)
PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! I am a young, aspiring poet so rate and comment as you see fit. http://www.poemhunter.com/jack-growden-2
Marti Mylin- Word Junkie
(7/29/2013 11:49:00 PM)
Writer’s block? Yes….but moreover,
A broad-spectrum suffocation of self essence
An all-inclusive exhaustive reaction
To onslaught of specious associations
Steadily growing atrophied patience
A cynical wearying of futile exertions,
Aggressively inducing onslaught
Of asphyxiated perceptions
A Michaelle Yarbrough
(7/27/2013 5:35:00 PM)
I have been on the site a couple of days now. I hope that you read my poems and enjoy them. Thank you
(7/27/2013 11:22:00 AM)
Poetry is all about a dealing one's feelings and emotions. It cann't be effectiive until one reconciles. All other aspects like grammar, symbolism, imagery etc. are secondary until and unless these are wooven by a unseen dream.
(7/27/2013 5:15:00 AM)
Please read my collection. Rate and comment as you wish! ! Kindest of regards :) http://www.poemhunter.com/jack-growden-2
(7/18/2013 3:31:00 AM)
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Breaking Grammar Rules in " Poetry Writing"
(by Melissa Donovan)
Accomplished writers respect the rules of grammar the way an Acrobat respects the tightrope — grammar might be intimidating and complicated, but we need it in order to perform.
Grammar rules lend structure and clarity to our writing and gives us common ground rules that we can use to communicate clearly and effectively, just like the tightrope gives the acrobat a foundation upon which to walk.
Many poets demonstrate grammatical expertise, neatly parking periods and commas in their designated spaces and paying homage to proper capitalization.
Writing Poetry Without Grammar Rules
Poets don’t always follow the rules, which is why poetry is attractive to writers who are especially creative, rebellious, and enjoy coloring outside the lines.
Grammar rules, particularly spelling and punctuation, are nothing more than a creative tool for many poets who choose to dismiss these rules altogether or use the them to decorate and add aesthetic elements to a poem.
Many poets have skirted grammar with great success. Many more have failed.
Poetry Writing – Where Rules and Creativity Cooperate or Collide
As the poetry canon grows beyond measure, poets increasingly reach for creative devices to make their work stand out.
Toying with grammar rules is one such device, but it is not something that can be approached carelessly. If you choose to forgo the rules because you don’t know them rather than as a creative technique, your lack of knowledge will show and the poem will present as amateurish. Of course, that’s true for all types of writing: learn the rules, and only after you have learned them, go ahead and break them.
I salute anyone who breaks the rules in the interest of art and great poetry writing just as much as I admire poets who craft meter and verse within the confines of grammar. So for this language-loving poet, either way is the right way. Walk the tight rope or jump from it and see if you can fly.