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3/4/2015 11:12:26 AM

Vintage Sparrow
Posts: 1
Hello to all my fellow Poets.
I am new to poetry soup and would love to get to know some of you as well as become familiar with your work.

I would love it if anyone who would like to , to please check out my poetry and tell me what you think.

I love constructive criticism and enjoy giving the same back.

Much love

Vintage Sparrow
3/4/2015 6:33:39 AM
What do you consider "Not a poem" ?

Keith Trestrail
Posts: 5
Anything could be construed as a poem these days. I despair at the lazy, clichéd, and unimaginative dross that passes for "modern poetry". A better question would be what do you consider "not a good poem?". Don't get me started!
3/2/2015 1:43:10 PM
A Man and His Cigar (poem)

Graphite Drug
Posts: 22
A Man and His Cigar

A man in his later years enjoys a cigar.
He holds a fat brown rolled stogie with his fingers and his lips.
He puckers at the end of the stimulating stump, pulling a large puff.
He lights his vice with a blow torch.
Blue, red, yellow flame jets out the end of a curved steel tube.

He is balding and grey with whiskers.
Puckering and squinting casually his skin reveals fine wrinkles.
A dark green frame with round clear lenses sets on a large triangular nose.
His clothes are plain:
a button collar shirt with tiny blue checks,
a dark blue puffed coat, a tan denim bib.
His hands are large with fingers like sausages.
He holds his cigar and torch like a gorilla enjoying fruit.

At times only a moment matters.
The best things in life are not always sophisticated.
Experience and simplicity allow senses to be the only luxury needed.
People relish their vices
after youth and excess have revealed what is common and uninteresting.
It is the process of feeling what is familiar and different about the moment
which drives people in later years to enjoy an awareness of their senses
rather than any perception driven by language.
3/2/2015 1:34:11 PM
Poetry's Force - by Bob Atkinson

Graphite Drug
Posts: 22
This is a good poem for its forced feel: "milkwhite right and wrong"? Wrong shouldn't be milkwhite. "Don't need so much progress"? The contraction doesn't work well with your language. The end of this poem may justify its strange grammatical twists. Interesting.
3/2/2015 1:28:20 PM
Following Dreams

Graphite Drug
Posts: 22
Dreams of a romantic interest? Meter seems to follow 6-8 syllables and works well with rhyme. This is good poetry, but where is our image? General answer would suggest whoever reader loves. Why does reader need a general poem for that? There needs to be something special about a lover.
3/2/2015 1:21:48 PM
No King of Mine

Graphite Drug
Posts: 22
G.D. is not familiar with the workings of fantasy literature. This reads like fantasy. A difficulty exists with "in hope of a merciful breeze." Cold winds from the north are a problem. A warm breeze would make more sense, to go with "flames of rebellion." The language needs to be more lyrical overall. It seems too prosey, like reading a novel.
3/1/2015 10:01:47 AM
Can you help me?

Tammy Carter
Posts: 2
How can you get a poem featured?
2/28/2015 10:43:37 AM
Poetry's Force - by Bob Atkinson

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 74
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- by Bob Atkinson

there lies in this world
a force for what's begun
that delineated string of
milkwhite right and wrong

a constitutional environment
in a reckless sort of way
don't need so much progress
let the mundane have its way

in poetry this tripeliness
has forced our genre' to
lie dormant in respectfulness
as a stinky sort of brew

with azure skies conquering
a metaphor or two
with similes stringing in a line
confusing me and you

let poetry have a day
where construction begins again
grabbing tightly hearts of gold
and sweetness of word plan
2/27/2015 3:49:46 PM
I joined about a month ago now I am saying hello

Matt Forshay
Posts: 1
My name is Matt and in my past I have always written songs as a member of a band. Since I joined, my poem dreaming and Waking featured on the homepage.I have gotten some reviews on my work from the same people and I appreciate it but I really want to see my work read and critiqued some more. I do not just want people writing to me telling me about the work that they like I also want to get responses telling me about the work that they did not like and why.
2/25/2015 5:19:21 PM
Inherited Poems of the famous Cary Sisters

Stephanie Seifert
Posts: 2
Hello, My name is Stephanie, my husband and I were recently given hand written poems and chapters of books by the famous Cary sisters of Ohio (Phoebe Cary 1824-1871 and Alice Cary 1820-1871). Is anyone familiar with their poetry? I have gone thru some of their handwritten papers, they are very fragile but in good and legible condition, although I have to admit reading the handwriting is challenging. I am wondering what anyone thinks about having their unpublished poems published, or what would you do if you were me? I appreciate any comments or advice...
2/25/2015 3:34:17 PM
Inherited Unpublished Poems of the Cary Sisters

Stephanie Seifert
Posts: 2
Hello, My name is Stephanie, my husband and I were recently given hand written poems and chapters of books by the famous Cary sisters of Ohio (Phoebe Cary 1824-1871 and Alice Cary 1820-1871). Is anyone familiar with their poetry? I have gone thru some of their handwritten papers, they are very fragile but in good and legible condition, although I have to admit reading the handwriting is challenging. I am wondering what anyone thinks about having their unpublished poems published, or what would you do if you were me? I appreciate any comments or advice...
2/24/2015 1:34:15 PM
No King of Mine

Joshua Luebke
Posts: 1
In these winter days
the king of the north wind
wakes up early to sling his stinging breath
across the ground and between the buildings
of this cold, overburdened city.

we, the peasants of this arctic land
prostrate ourselves before this polar lord
in hope of a merciful breeze.

but this is a murderous king.
one who takes no life into consideration.
one whose armies of currents
burrow their ways into the bodies of strong men
and leave them helpless and immobile.

I say we must facilitate rebellion,
and deny the north wind his pleasure!
let him blow!
let him do his worst!

I will stand strong against Boreas!
stare him down as he struggles
to render me into a pile of ice and snow!
my head will not bow,
and my heart will not waver!

A king is only as strong as his men allow him to be
and we, his men and women
will not follow a king
who will allow us to look him in the eye
with the flames of rebellion melting his icy grasp!


I'm writing about how I will not bow to the winter winds, but can't seem to
give it the right feel.
2/24/2015 1:03:14 AM

john williams
Posts: 1
How do i load a picture/photo to go with my poems?
I am a Premium Member & I am lading JPG. I just can't seem to get anywhere. John
2/23/2015 8:32:06 PM
Following Dreams

Edmund Linton
Posts: 12
Following Dreams by Edmund Linton

wrapped around ceramic dreams

I never knew would show

to afraid to break the mold

of what I’ve come to know

sifting darkness into dust

to find a ray of light

echoes shatter silence

in the middle of this night

i picture memories in my mind

as if these thoughts were true

where once forgotten snapshots

are images of you

standing in the background

is a painting focus clear

a mural lit with sunlight

of what I wish were near

i’ll hold on to this treasure

of what might come to be

in a season not so far away

where I can set it free

Read more at:
edited by EdmundLinton on 2/23/2015
edited by EdmundLinton on 2/23/2015
2/22/2015 4:27:11 PM
Cajoling Morning Mist

Edmund Linton
Posts: 12
Strands of time unleash the
ballast of a petal. Its radiant hue
drawn towards light, cajoling morning mist.
Dilation gravitates the reciprocation of life,
as if each were of the same species. There
is no fear or hope in this exchange. It is a trust,
innate to the keeper, and the giver. One in the same
to all seasons, until the axis
once again leans in the direction of love.
edited by EdmundLinton on 2/22/2015
2/22/2015 7:35:18 AM
What is your style?

William Smith
Posts: 1
I like rhyming poetry. it's difficult to express yourself with words, and so much more if words have to meet cadence and rhyme. I crave the story.

2/21/2015 10:08:36 PM
Charade - by Bob Atkinson

Bob Atkinson
Posts: 74

- by Bob Atkinson


tell me truly do you believe

in what you present and what you dream

that unruly jumble of words you spoke

in devious method toward mind's ghost

you drone on and on without deep breath

your words lie petty, no harsh duress

until those foul and filthy lines

which take from children their innocence

you, as a refugee from seminary

use techniques of mind control

to filter any willingness

to object or reject this droll prose

don't keep me in that world of yours

you may possess credentials vast, unfurled

presented by those not in the know

not privy to word's purposed flow

take your lack of honest truth

withdraw, don't subject this to youth

don't set them on a path not straight

don't from your religious bag their future take
2/21/2015 7:04:42 AM
Hello from Alicia

Julia Ward
Posts: 1
Hello! I am happy to say that my poem "Less Deceived" is featured on the Home Page this week.


From the date of this edit - 26th February, I have decided to call myself by my real name here TO ENCOURAGE A BETTER RESPONSE. Why, none of you bothered to welcome me on the Forum!!!


About Julia Ward

I live in France and have been composing poetry for the last four years.
edited by Alicia Marie on 2/26/2015
2/20/2015 4:23:00 PM
Foreign Restaurant (poem for your comments)

Graphite Drug
Posts: 22
Foreign Restaurant

It is not like these restaurants in America

with their sterile atmospheres: slick new furniture,

stylized art, ambient lights, and every angle

rationalized to the judgment of specialized interests.

It is a restaurant filled with details,

inviting customers to take in an experience while eating and drinking,

to converse casually and caress senses

with a collage of décor less convenient.

One side is open to the city,

looking out on multi-story hotels with lush landscaping,

palm frond trees and a pine tree

with spreading branches and a green cloud of needles above any tourists.

Short squat curved posts hold up a wide concrete rail

with two bouquets of flowers on it: one has small yellow blooms

while the other has white daises placed with tiny red blooms.

A Mediterranean influence can be seen in columns supporting the large opening.

It is also present in the mural painted on the wall,

life size statues, and carved wood furniture.

On the mural are two angels beneath a tree much like the one outside.

A mirror with an elaborate gold frame hangs on the wall.

As the mural continues, a tall woman baring her breasts

and looking down on another angel reaching out to her adorns a cityscape

with two puffy white clouds at the wall’s center.

A grape vine is painted climbing the edge of the room’s doorway;

also near the doorway a statue of a nude child blows a horn.

At his feet are a bouquet of daises and some yellow candles.

In the center of the room is a wide wood column

with what appears to be a green copper statue of a woman

in a long dress holding a large round bouquet above her head.

Her bouquet is made up of real flowers, yellow daisies.

There are four groups of people in the restaurant.

Two are near the wall.

Two are in the center of the room.

All sit at round tables draped with white linen trimmed with intricate patterns.

The chairs are curved with no angles.

Two small rams’ heads are carved on the top back pieces of each chair.

Each table has a bouquet of red flowers and a large yellow candle.

Customers drink beer from green bottles and tall clear glasses.

A waiter rushes out with the empties.

A man with a dark complexion, thick hair, and mustache

beams with friendly eyes and expressive hands

talking about things that interest common people.

For him common, in his place of impractical details.

For travelers far away from their bare, stripped, planned environment

his speech has a life that is new, different,

paced with living rather than practiced in haste.
2/20/2015 4:14:24 PM
The Grieving

Graphite Drug
Posts: 22
What is interesting here, “this tree, this breeze” ispersonified or used to describe a holiday experience filled with festivity and tragedy. As an audience the tragedy is not specific, but connection with the tree andbreeze described helps explain how the author approaches it. Again, withrelation to tree and breeze, “tapestry” and “sky” are used to abstract andexplain the situation further. Poetry that uses multiple subjects to describe asingle theme is difficult. Some or many readers should understand this poem.Your approach is well crafted. Keep writing more.

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