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  • Rookie Mary Nagy (11/27/2005 8:09:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    Hey.........that went well huh Ernestine?

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    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (11/28/2005 3:16:00 PM) Post reply

      Absolutely Mary. lets hope this one gets a few more started on this forum. It's a clever poem, although I haven't heard of this film or the lady, but I liked the poem very much. Love Ernestine XXX

  • Rookie - 110 Points Ernestine Northover (11/16/2005 11:48:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi, all you rhymers out there. I notice that the Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop doesn't get a lot of input, which is rather sad, so is there anyone out there who would like to contribute with some sensible and interesting information, conversation, fun bits, sad bits, whatever comes to mind, I think it aught to be used as it's here for our benefit. Anyway, anyone want to follow this epistle! ! ! ! ! ! ! If so, over to you. Sincerely Ernestine.

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    • Rookie - 110 Points Mary Nagy (11/16/2005 11:59:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Hey, Great minds think alike Ernestine! I was just thinking the same thing you wrote..........that's so funny! Isn't it strange that the other two forums don't get much use? I say....let's change t ... more

  • Rookie Frank Roth (10/29/2005 6:25:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Hi folks. I am a very recent member. I would like an objective evaluation of my poem. please be honest. thanks. Frank Roth

    Find Me In My Poems

    You will find me in my poems
    If you take the time to see
    There’s a little bit of my life
    In every one you read

    So do not be a stranger
    Come on in and close the door
    Read about my life of danger
    And about the days of yore

    You will find some bits and pieces
    That could only come from me
    And if you look more closely
    You may find a family tree

    I have never wrote a poem
    Till with cancer was diagnosed
    Then God granted me this favour
    To make my life the most

    And if you ever wonder
    Whats become of me these days
    I may be living up in heaven
    Thinking up another phrase

    Frank Roth

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    • Rookie Mary Nagy (11/17/2005 5:48:00 AM) Post reply

      I believe I've left a comment on this poem but I'll say it again Frank.......I love it! Great work! Sincerely, Mary

    • Rookie Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (11/4/2005 3:28:00 PM) Post reply

      Dear Frank, may i suggest that you maintain a 7/6/7/5 syllabic count in each stanza and your poem could become more melodious, i feel. Dr John Celes You'll find me in my poems, If tim ... more

    • Rookie Jessica H (11/3/2005 5:36:00 PM) Post reply

      I like this poem I think it's good but the use of the word yore in the second stanza seems a bit awkward and also in the first stanza the rhyme scheme is a little off. That is my opinion not necessar ... more

    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (10/31/2005 1:47:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi Frank, This is a nice slick poem, I t ... more

  • Rookie Pam Olson (10/20/2005 8:38:00 AM) Post reply

    I wrote my first villanelle in June. Please let me know of any suggestions you might have.

    Rooted Prayer

    My roots lie deep beneath the land,
    and anchorline time cannot slay;
    they hold against the shifting sand.

    I cling to place with my right hand;
    minutes and seconds go astray.
    My roots lie deep beneath the land.

    So stop all motion by command,
    and brace against the windy sway;
    hold, hold against the shifting sand.

    Loose grains of sand flowing unplanned,
    while restless thoughts are kept at bay;
    my roots lie deep beneath the land.

    Force my gypsy-dreams to disband
    and keep me fast from time's decay;
    just hold- against the shifting sand.

    Bind me up with deep soil's firm band.
    Cause my heart to still- and pray;
    for roots lie deep beneath the land,
    and hold against the shifting sand.

  • Rookie Jessica H (10/19/2005 4:07:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I would like honest opinions and critiques on this poem. I used to write a lot when I was younger but it's been a while. So please be honest!

    What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

    Everybody would like to know,
    Is there life after love?
    Or will the pain and suffering grow?
    Looking for answers from up above?

    The very first time is always the worst,
    You cry and you beg till you can’t anymore,
    You feel like you are in a sea submersed,
    Doesn’t he understand it’s him I adore?

    Incomprehension of how it could end,
    Spiraling downward, slowly descending
    Analyze whole relationship until ending
    Hatred for him becomes your new best friend.

    Then the broken heart starts to recover,
    You realize one day you are tired of crying
    Tired of hating, and of overanalyzing
    Life moves on, often with a new lover.

    A scar will remain forever in your heart,
    The broken hearted move on with a fresh start.

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    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (10/31/2005 1:58:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi Jessica, This is a really lovely poem, and my only comment is regarding the last two stanzas. Third stanza - I would perhaps start with the line 'spiralng downward, slowly descending, Incomprehensi ... more

  • Rookie D.m. Barber (10/6/2005 2:43:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    please reply regarding this poem-

    Broken Hearted
    By D.M. Barber

    The hunger within
    Can’t break the fast
    You broke my heart
    You were the last

    For time will pass
    I will grow old
    But the way you loved me
    ‘Twas so cold

    So cold it burns
    It leaves a scar
    So precious and clean
    Carved by a tsar

    The hurt within
    Will come to my grave
    The hurt within
    It makes me a slave

    A broken heart
    The worst pain felt
    But the games not over
    More cards to be dealt

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    • Rookie Jessica H (10/19/2005 3:45:00 PM) Post reply

      I enjoyed this poem, you have good imagery and you rhyme scheme works nicely. The only suggestion I would make would be 'carved by a tsar' this line sounds a touch awkward to me. Besides that I love ... more

    • Rookie Ikazoboh Austine Jeffrey (10/16/2005 9:24:00 AM) Post reply

      hello barber that was a very good one and the rhyming was good. The tone sounds like the poet 'you' just got his heart broken.

  • Rookie Elie Abou Chaaya (9/9/2005 6:53:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello people,
    i just need professional opinions for 2 of my poems 'my promise' and 'till we meet again', it's very urgent and important. post your opinions directly to me, or in here. i heard people say that i have a unique style of writing. and i'm asking yours. thank you all in advance.

    Till we meet again
    It’s hard to say goodbye, and leave everything behind
    But, my dear, I am forced to leave far away and hide
    Away from you, and weep every moment we spent together
    But what can I do, if faith holds us apart from each other?

    I struggled so long, till I forgot the reason behind the pain
    But all I know, is that every time I see you, my heart beats again
    In stormy nights, and shiny days, summer breezes, and winter bites
    I struggled till I couldn’t no more; I surrendered and delivered the fight

    It’s time to say goodbye, I kiss your hand while I am down on my knees
    Knowing that you will never be mine, denying that you belong to me
    The fight is over, the war is lost, and through the ashes, you will find me
    Alone, broken, screaming your name, as my wounds are killing me

    How I always wanted to say to you how much I love you
    How I desired one honest look from your eyes, into the depths of my soul
    But, you never understand what I want, or you knew and never desired me
    You preferred others, made mistakes, and were too blind to see

    What you’ve done to my heart, what you’ve done to my soul and my mind
    It’s time for me to leave, to tear away what’s left from me, and leave you behind
    How life is not fair, how love is ruthless, how feelings get dissolved and fade away
    I will go to bed tonight, and cry you one last time, and tomorrow, I will start a new day

    I will march the gardens of misery, and try to find a rose, all alone like me
    I will give her love, warm, comfort, water, and sun; I will kiss her thorns and bleed
    And none of you will remain, but a name written on my heart with fire
    You shall always be forever my lost love, my lost need, my lost desire...

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    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (10/31/2005 1:37:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi Elie, I think you have an awful lot to say in this poem, and in my opinion it needs to be a little bit more concise, but still getting the message across. I think perhaps you are trying to explain ... more

  • Rookie Ritika Mane (8/4/2005 10:52:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I think the last line is inconsistant with the entire poem. You could say that it brings one back to reality with a bump, but I don't really think thats what you're going for.

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    • Rookie Jessica H (10/19/2005 3:57:00 PM) Post reply

      second stanza third line, maybe winter's bite would work better with the rhyme flow third stanza first line, down on one knee might help with the rhyme flow. I also noticed that you tend to put to m ... more

  • Rookie David Zvekic (6/13/2005 3:29:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I would like people's opinions on the very last line.

    Spring's Fell Bloom
    Beyond the valley far below,
    There glory of a spring's fell bloom,
    Did flourish as wild flowers know
    Such music heard from lovers' room.
    Past autumn's warmth did hearts disease;
    When gentle Halcyone's wings set soar,
    To sing of tender happiness on seas,
    'Twas only songs from loves before.
    Though pale the snows, did reasons warn,
    Harsh winter's cloak; past depth of world,
    Could but that melody keep warm
    The howling wind against love's cold.
    Spring swells though season's tears still dry,
    Embankments left those rivers fast,
    That loose ends should on rapids fly
    From love that didn't last.

    I could make the last line be 'Away from love that didn't last', to keep
    the meter consistant but it loses the alliteration from 'fly-From'.
    I also fell that perhaps the sudden short stop is appropriate because that
    is the theme of the line itself.

    However... some people has said the last line felt wrong to them. I
    can't but help say 'From love that didn't last' feels better to me.
    'Away from love that didn't last' sounds sterile.
    Any opinions?

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    • Rookie Philippa Lane (7/25/2005 4:47:00 PM) Post reply

      I think you should write out - 'did not' instead of 'didn't'. Then it reads well. I like the poem. It is the first time I have visited the workshop. Best wishes, Philippa Lane

    • Rookie Dawn Nelson (7/12/2005 1:35:00 PM) Post reply

      Just a suggestion, how about: Embankments left those rivers fast, Far from a love that did not last. Just my opinion, good luck!

    • Rookie Seleena Richison (7/11/2005 7:41:00 PM) Post reply

      I think that 'From love that didnt last' is perfect. Its more interesting.

  • Rookie mujjj bilk (5/31/2005 9:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    opinions wanted:

    Love Poem (one of a million)

    Love is a rope
    Impossible to climb
    A needle in hay
    Impossible to find
    Sometimes forgiving
    Sometimes unkind

    Apart from the loss
    Apart from the gain
    Love is not proud
    It does not want fame
    There’s no feeling like it
    There is none the same

    Love has a hold
    On all its possessors
    Constantly touched
    By its caressers
    Always announced
    By its professors

    Love is a rose
    Hidden by thorns
    Along with the joy
    Brings things forlorn
    Each day of sun
    Comes one more storm

    Conniving and sneaky
    Love is for sure
    Trial and error
    The only cure

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    • Rookie Jessica H (10/19/2005 4:04:00 PM) Post reply

      I would suggest in the second to last stanza putting 'With each day of sun' it just sounds better to me. But I really really really enjoyed this poem. It is wonderful. Thank you!

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