I think I know why I returned…
After one realizes they’ve come back for
naught, not much to be taught of real matter, concern,
what’s left to give? What hope is returned?
It’s disheartening, you know? And, how long,
do you suppose, a heart can ache? How often
withstand a forcible break? Time comes,...
I'm looking for collections of poetry/poetry books by a single author that aren't dark/cynical/bleak etc or too serious but not humorous either. I'd like to read poetry about good things, a sort of summer read.
Do you need a degree to be a professional poet? Or is poetry dead?
I had a beautiful dream
You show your face in it
I have followed your path
You hold my hand
Yesterday I have cried a lot
please place your hands on my eyes
I have put my heart in your hands
Please take care of it
Like yesterday I remember
Your beautiful saying
From depth of human heart
That your love...
I jumped for the stars
So bright and lustrous as the sun
Hoping to reach it
As long as it's yours, it's good, keep it up. Keep in mind poetry doesn't always have to rhyme as long as it has a theme.
While I would say that most people who are creative tend to be a bit smarter than people who are not, in my experience, being extraordinarily intelligent is not a prerequisite for being a good poet or author. There are people who play the guitar or the saxophone who are blithering idiots and there are people who...
Her silver skin so slim
as she swimms past his empty castle
blood spotted finns
he has lost all will
never to feel the blue grass
through her gills
The hollow stump moans
and all the trees groan
as the little nippers swim by them
unaware of the lies
or the way that they die
the lucky ones
get eaten alive
That's your choice entirely.
Personally, I'd keep them for a couple of months, review them, then delete them unless any were particularly useful.
I really like this one...thing, and I get all butterflies and beautiful flurries. I need to rant all about my feelings. It’s all about my crush which is a flipping school bus
I have an assignment for school. Im learning about poetry and we have recently looked into the poem “Annabelle Lee”. I am supposed to write a poem from the perspective of the ghost Annabell lee. It’s supposed to use rhyming, similes, personification and have at least two stranzas.
I really need help. I suck at...
Like a lady changes dresses
The pipal sheds her neon leaves;
With the help of winds caresses,
she dons a gown with russet sleeves.
Then, as an early summer drifts,
to lazy dawns and sultry noons,
She changes into various shifts,
beneath the season s gleaming moons.
From deep, dark olive to palest jade,
Not the best at poem
Yes, except for syntax. The second sentence is not a re-statement of the first, so "In other words" is unnecessary. So is the final word. "The world is what it is, but it is also what it isn't. The present is the product of events that didn't happen just as much as events that did."...