10/19/2017 8:33:43 AM
Topic:
Beauty Inside and Out
key Keller
Posts: 20
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Any critique, good or bad, is much appreciated. Thanks.
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10/19/2017 8:32:44 AM
Topic:
Beauty Inside and Out
key Keller
Posts: 20
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There is such beauty
Inside you and out
beauty that floats
and flutters about
Like a butterfly dance
Lands on your nose
Like the soft velvet touch
of a kiss on a rose
I see your beauty
the grace in your charms
the way space around you
evolves and transforms
I am but an admirer
warming myself near your flame
your light like the sun
your absence, the rain
Come charm me, my love
Come charm me again
For each time in your presence
I am never the same
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10/19/2017 6:40:20 AM
Topic:
Writing essays for will work?
Marsha Kaplan
Posts: 1
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10/19/2017 6:25:01 AM
Topic:
Harvest
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Posts: 1
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10/18/2017 10:30:53 PM
Topic:
Introduce myself
Ese agbatutu
Posts: 2
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ditto.Want to read Death's love.
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10/18/2017 10:25:42 PM
Topic:
Death's love is yours to critique
Ese agbatutu
Posts: 2
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Death’s love has eyes
by: Ese
If I were to die I would want to see an angel beforehand.
Death’s love is nothing spectacular
Just someone to hold my hand
An angel of beauty and galore
That all the animals adore
If I were to die I would want to see an angel
Beforehand.
Death’s love is Something spectacular
Just someone to move my hand
An angel of malevolence and galore
That all the rodents hated before
If I were to die, why would I want to see an angel beforehand?
Death’s love is someone to tease me
Someone to love me
Death’s love is all confusing
Close the door.
Slam and shut.
If I were to die, I still would want to see an angel
Beforehand.
Beauty, mutiny
Does not matter
As I sat near the platter
So many choices
So many voices
If I were to die I would want to see an angel
Beforehand
Banning deaths love
Might be the way I can understand
So you can see the eyes of what you have not seen
You never saw it
But you know it's as bright as the light behind my eyes.
As I’m about to die.
Death’s love they call it
Is something that never flies.
It only falls
Up to the sky: logic:
edited by ese on 10/18/2017
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10/18/2017 5:45:32 PM
Topic:
Need a poem about battle.
Bob Atkinson
Posts: 220
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1. A re-write of the charge of the light brigade, The Meaning of War:
http://arizona-poet-laureate.blogspot.com/2013/11/the-charge-of-light-brigade-by-alfred.html
2. The Battle of Borodino:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2012/01/battle-of-borodino-by-bob-atkinson.html
3. Enniskillen:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2013/02/enniskillen-by-bob-atkinson.html
4. Second of May:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2011/12/second-of-may-by-bob-atkinson.html
5. Reddington Pass:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2009/12/reddington-pass.html
6. Canoa Creek Raid:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2011/02/canoa-creek-raid.html
7. The Soldier's Statement:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2013/10/the-soldiers-statement-by-bob-atkinson.html
8. Lost Purpose:
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2013/10/the-lost-legion-by-rudyard-kiplinglost.html
*****
google search: poetry critic
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10/18/2017 7:24:20 AM
Topic:
Need a poem about battle.
Jack Hobson
Posts: 1
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I'm writing a short film and need a poem about battle, it will be featured as a V.O throughout and it will be revealed the protagonist is about to step out onto a rugby field for his first game. I'm trying to compare playing rugby to battle and prepping for both being similar in terms of nerves etc.
An example of what I'm looking for is 'Into The Fray' from the film The Grey.
Thank you if you can help me!
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10/18/2017 4:56:47 AM
Topic:
Harolf the Ungodly
robertborn
Posts: 1
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10/18/2017 12:27:57 AM
Topic:
Introduce myself
Terri Cannan
Posts: 1
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I enjoy writing and connecting with others who share interest in writing. I believe this site will be helpful and fun. Also I would like to learn more and grow as a writer
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10/17/2017 12:08:17 PM
Topic:
Featured
Aaron Wheeler
Posts: 1
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Hello everyone. I'm recently new to the site and I'm still trying to find my way around. Can anyone tell me what it means when it says one of my poems is featured and it gives me a date? Does this mean that I entered a contest with that particular poem on that date? Thank you.
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10/17/2017 11:31:52 AM
Topic:
Introduce myself
Jaycee Graffius
Posts: 1
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I love to write but I don't have access to people who can read through my work and give me feedback so I figured that this site would be helpful in improving my writing.
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10/17/2017 7:27:39 AM
Topic:
Enclosed rhyme
chelseakennedy263
Posts: 1
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The Glass Frogs
you can't see us
dislike those brilliant frogs
blazing their excellence
since we're not here
imagine we're not here
you can't eat us
we'd possess a flavor like clear air
we're straightforward
undetectable
until the point that night when stars go through us
moonlight streams into us
we begin to sing
we have to sing
we want to sing
sing
sing
sing
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edited by chelseakennedy263 on 10/17/2017
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10/17/2017 7:18:57 AM
Topic:
Enclosed rhyme
Mark98
Posts: 1
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This is My favorite Poem
While that my spirit repairs to her dedication,
Here I intomb my substance, that it betimes
May take colleague of this stack of clean;
To which the impact of death's perpetual movement,
Sustained with the exhalation of our wrongdoings,
Drives all finally. In this way I happily trust
My body to this school, it might learn
To spell his components, and discover his introduction to the world
Written in dusty heraldry and lines ;
Which disintegration beyond any doubt doth best perceive,
Contrasting dust and tidy, and earth with earth.
These chuckle at stream and marble put for signs,
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To disjoin the great association of clean,
What's more, ruin the meeting. What might bring up them,
When they might bow, and stoop, and tumble down level
To kiss those loads, which now they have in trust?
Dear substance, while I do supplicate, learn here thy stem
Also, genuine drop: that when thou shalt develop fat,
What's more, wanton in thy desires, thou mayst know,
That substance is yet the glass, which holds the clean
That measures all our chance; which additionally should
Be disintegrated into tidy. Stamp, here underneath,
How agreeable these powder are, the manner in which free from desire,
That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.
edited by Mark98 on 10/17/2017
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10/17/2017 6:53:51 AM
Topic:
should I stay or should I go.
Antonio kim
Posts: 1
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10/16/2017 5:27:11 PM
Topic:
Introduce Myself.
Deanna Stewart
Posts: 1
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Hi, I'm not a poet, but I do like to write. I thought I could benefit from learning how to write poetry and that would help my writing.
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10/16/2017 4:25:10 PM
Topic:
Question on Poetry Type
Cameron Leslie
Posts: 4
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So I have no idea if there even is a type of poetry that's set up like this. The poem I have written has one quatrain and then a closing line that repeats at the end of every stanza. For example, here's the first stanza:
Here I sit within this grove/Trees around me bend and sway/Nature is a treasure trove/Gold around that's clearly seen/Bending, Swaying
The "Bending, Swaying" part of it is the last line for the entire poem. Any thoughts as to what this is?
edited by unknownkidatschool on 10/16/2017
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10/16/2017 4:24:04 PM
Topic:
Please Critique
Daniel Adewumi
Posts: 1
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Orbs
I
Roving, as though twice adream,
across a passel of winking once-weres ;
his face pocked by time’s heels,
blushing gay gray ogling
nude oaks; he quarts.
II
Day’s hue-lease expires and
Sunset prinks herself red
atop a glassy sea of Moby fame.
Sinking tardily to defy
asymptote.
III
But my irides are wrung dry,
and gleaming, I hum
some prayer of the mute;
gamboling in a golden lake
where God burns his mistakes.
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10/16/2017 2:24:37 PM
Topic:
A Ballad - The Sea
Darren White
Posts: 27
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Aha! Say next time please that it's a performance piece, because it changes everything, Because the phrasing, repetition and more is an important part of that sort of poetry, contrary to 'paper' poetry  Leave all instances of the sea in, I'd say!
edited by dWite on 10/16/2017
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10/16/2017 11:11:39 AM
Topic:
THE LOBSTERMAN (really this time) :-)
Judith Stickels
Posts: 4
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This poem is based on a photo I took of an elderly fisherman,
hunched at the shoulders, standing in his dinghy rowing to his
fishing boat ... at dawn. I was very moved by the picture.
Hushed silence as the dawn begins unveil
Faded ribbons of beauty appear ever so pale
Morphing in depth and passionate splendor
Eternal, inspirational gifting of nature
The density of darkness vaporizes to light
As all that was shadowed comes into sight
Casts upon the harbor the soft glow of morn
Life’s daily symphony begins to perform
The dawn draws to life each and every thing
With the rising orb new life does it bring
The soft glow of light, the harbor awakes
Lobstermen appear as the new day breaks
This endless ritual begins always the same
Moonrise and sunrise in eternal refrain
And this day, as in days of decades before
He stands in his row boat and raises his oar
Hunched from the weight of years of hard work
Family and responsibilities never to shirk
He nods as he paddles without saying a word
Brothers in a bond that doesn’t need to be heard
The ache in his body is worse on some days
He goes about his work in a reverent haze
This is all he can do - all that he knows
Lifetimes ago ... twas the life that he chose.
Or maybe to say the life that chose him
To sink or to swim is the lobsterman’s hymn
He was raised on a boat, always in boots
He bleeds it from his pores – it’s inbred in his roots
Leaving the harbor barely breaking a wake
He steers his old vessel into the daybreak
Irrelevant is the cold, the heat or a storm
His performance perpetuates each new day born
His story but a drop in an ocean we don’t see
His dedication and ethic simply humble me
Haunted by hunched image in silhouette as he oars
To his life in the harbor whence it is moored.
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