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  • Rookie - 327 Points Brian Stafford (1/29/2015 5:41:00 AM) Post reply
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    hi everyone, I'm 63, and been writing for about 5 years now. Never been a big reader or fan of poetry until then. In fact what I know about poetry you could write on the back of a postage stamp. I just write what comes to me, I don't follow any templates, so I don't really know if they are any good. It all started when I wrote something in a vivid dream, and was woken abruptly, and I could remember most of it (what became " Just a Dream" ;) . My wife told me to write it down before I forget it, she said it was good, but she could be biased. Since then I have not been able to stop writing, though many are still to be finished. So I would appreciate honest and constructive comments and ratings on my work, from more accomplished poets, like you good selves! Many Thanks.

  • Rookie - 537 Points Nathan Beery (1/27/2015 8:08:00 PM) Post reply

    I figure, I've been on PH long enough that I should at least have introduced myself by now. My poetry is mostly about love, death, life, and nature; I have 28 poems posted and more on the way. (I have roughly 200 hand written) . I guess that's really all I have to say about myself. Just a quiet man with a lot of time to think.

  • Bronze Star - 6,224 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/26/2015 7:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    I've added 2 more poems (both texts: English and Italian) :

    1. ‘'WRANGELL - St. ELIAS'’
    ] http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wrangell-st-elias-english-version/

    2. '’WATER MUSIC, I. _ ['Musiche sull'Acqua'.1]'’
    ] http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-music-i-musiche-sull-acqua-1/

    It's about Nature.. Travelling through Canada (British Columbia, Yukon, North-West Territories) and Alaska..
    and about a psychological status..
    The psychological point is my constant pursuit of a contrast (a contraposition - and somehow a conflict) between the subject's inner world and the real world - outside of the subject's mind..

    - - 'WATER MUSIC, I.’
    It was a cool, clear October night, in Hungary. Year 1983: more than 32 years ago…
    ['nézte a csillagokat' = gazing at the stars]
    - after Georg Friedrich Händel's ‘WATER MUSIC'.

    Thank you all, Readers.

    (Fabrizio Frosini)

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    • Bronze Star - 6,224 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/26/2015 7:34:00 AM) Post reply

      About ‘’WATER MUSIC’’: I post here a message Daniel J. Brick sent me as sort of a commentary: ********************** '.. Fabrizio, ... yesterday... I could not make the intuitive leaps connec ... more

  • Rookie - 164 Points Serenity Anderson (1/20/2015 8:54:00 AM) Post reply

    I'm Serenity. My poems come from my heart. They are created from my fear, joy, heartache, love, and pain. My mind and heart are usually at war. I hope that when people read my poems, they find themselves and can relate.

    Here is an excerpt from my poem Realize. You can read the entire piece at http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/realize-14/

    A small boy walks down a beaten path,
    Afraid of his shadows
    Behind his back.
    There lurks the shame he keeps to himself.
    There lurks the pain of only oneself.
    There lurks decisions undecided.
    There lurks the people who have tried to harm him.
    But as he walks, he dreams
    Of life more than what it seems.
    For in his mind, he is a king.
    Not knowing his dreams are actually reality.

  • Rookie - 249 Points Mysia Hayling (1/17/2015 6:00:00 PM) Post reply

    This is Spice Girl coming from the one and only island in the spice, Grenada and I love poetry. Please feel free to read my work and critique it I would appreciate it very much and it will give me great pleasure to read your work as well. All gifted writers I thank God for you as we spread inspiration into the world. thanks

  • Rookie - 169 Points Melissa Robinson (1/15/2015 9:09:00 PM) Post reply

    Sick in the Head
    **check out my poems, rate, comment**

    Empty inside, but not empty at mind-
    For i know this place is not my home.
    Not an ounce of this misery will mend with time-
    In the arms of loved ones, still I feel alone.

    Sick inside of my body, sick inside my mind-
    An illness that spreads deep into my bones.
    Not a thing changes with each waking sunrise-
    I've carved my fate into my tombstone.

    I can't find the strength to simply get out of bed,
    I feel ill in my body because i am sick in the head.
    My thoughts reek of anguish, contemplations of dread
    With an anecdote that has narrowed down only to death.

    But still I grasp hope, maybe one day I'll be fine.
    Don't cry for me, I'm returning home.
    To see bliss on this earth- my eyes, they fall blind.
    But as i fade from existence, i hear them cry, " please, don't go."

  • Rookie - 261 Points Susmita Kumari (1/13/2015 3:52:00 AM) Post reply

    hiii....i'm susmita kumari. i'm a medical student.i write because i find it as more interesting way to express myself, my opinions. i'm quite new to these things so i would like to get some feedbacks from poetry lovers. so please go through my works and review it.

  • Rookie - 150 Points Utsav Kad (1/13/2015 12:58:00 AM) Post reply

    I am Utsav. I love writing poems because they help me to appropriately express myself. Since i have come here i have found out that there is a lot more to poems that just rhyming words and i really hope to learn more from all you distinguished poets out there! I would really appreciate you taking some time out and going through my poems followed by feedbacks and suggestions! - - - -] http://www.poemhunter.com/utsav-kadmawala/

  • Rookie - 66 Points Suzy Jay (1/12/2015 1:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi! I'm Suzy. Just posted my first poem. Would appreciate some feedback, I'm a little nervous! x

  • Rookie - 647 Points Muhammad Farhan Ahmed (1/12/2015 1:27:00 PM) Post reply

    Read and comment on my poem on

    Golden And Red

    The lustre in her eyes tiffany blue
    Is as subtle as a miry leaf's dew
    Her velvety, arrow-straight hair
    Dance charismatically in the air
    Her rosy lips, her dove-white face
    Spellbinds e'ery fellow, who gaze
    Her glitz, her beguiling beauty
    She hears her praises in deep glee
    She's a bumptious beauty queen
    A proud peacock, vain and mean
    For she treasures her enticing flair
    A lover's words but to her are mere

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