Autumn Sonnet (may Sarton) -
The Autumn Sonnets
If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one,
If I can come to know what they do know,
The Journey By Mary Oliver -
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice...
Poetry As An Experience -
You must allow the words to sink in, to show you something, to transform you. My favorite poem of all time is about the experience of being transformed...
Poetry Is Life - When you can boil a whole experience into a few words that, carefully chosen, can be read by many people and evoke in them an experience that is not exactly the...
Thomas Gray -
To each his suff'rings, all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Like a rotten log
half buried in the ground -
my life, which
has not flowered, comes
to this sad end.
Minamoto Yorimasa - 1180
About a year ago, i went on a Soren Kierkegaard binge, and must have od'ed. But just today, picked up the volume called Prefaces, and golly gee i think i'm back on the Soren train...
....EP week at a glance....Monday.....gesture, ...fondle profile, fanTuesday...log in to to the euphoria of a new friend....exchange pleasantries with ep mail....learn all about...
Bad Poetry for Children part 2. Hello again Poetry Lovers and welcome to another episode of 'Bad Poetry for Children', Although ' Absurdly Corny Poetry ' would be more like because...
Bad Poetry For Children, Greetings poetry lovers and welcome to Bad Poetry For Children altho most of us here are not children actually, but anyway here is poem i wrote that is...
inspiration or to write
to get on the broken keyboard
press excesively on the LHS
The Yin and Yang of Old
White on the left, black on the right.
cool, right, cool.
Those who believe
That He does exist
They have hope
The world will improve, is what they say
Because The Lord promised
I don't believe
And never did
The little hope that I have...
I write poetry quite allot. Each unique and different from the first. Some expressing my inner thoughts some merely questioning my own sanity or reflecting my own over all well...
Got a new book from the library.
It's called Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow.
Blurb: 'If Dru can't survive till sunrise, the games over...'
Dru knows that The Real World...
I haven't written any poetry in a long while. People read it and then move on with their lives. I'm not inspired much anymore.
They will tell you
Poetry goes like this
Rhyming stanzas every two
If you don't the idea of poetry is missed
They will tell you
Poetry is like dipping a paintbrush into a jar...
I enjoy reading. What makes a book the "best" to me is one that can transport me to another place. I get excited about imagery. Lol, I'm a geek.
Doesn't matter the type of book...
Read the poem from beginning to end, and then read it once more from the end to the beginning. It has two perspectives depending on whether you read it from top to bottom, or...
"This" is not poetry, it is instead, a dead and decaying, yellow rose...
The universe is a computer simulation
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead
cthulu conducts the holy mass...
I like to write poetry. But its very deep poetry. If you cannot handle it then don't look at my page...because its full of poetry and open-minded thoughts. If you'd like you can...
GoosebumpsI love this one. If you can't read the image, here's the text:What should I say when I want to kiss the side of your neck and leave it at that?When I want to feel the...
'Lewcy' (Search for Kevin)
....you don't sleep
Although you weave me a dream
As your body lays dormant; awake
Breaths become bubbles of thought before dawn
And I take
Each of them...
Captures letters of L.
On lovers Page,
She hereby wrote, " Keep with heart."
In attempt to make herself invited.
Upon the shape of her finding,
she flipped the pages,
"she is poetry"
the trials of the free mind in gilded cage
reflected in the ever changing cityscape of this hovel
but even unadorned ramshackle house
has the beauty of heaven in...
If I dropped the note
And you sang higher
You might read I was untruthful
But rather you, the liar.
For your sounds wrecked havoc
Upon my sea so calm
Your posture grew larger
I know it says "I love to write poetry" but I don't write it. I would love to but don't know how. Is there anyone who has written poetry and can give my advice? Please & thankyou...
"History tells us what happened...Poetry tells us what should have happened..."
I completely agree with this quote ... when we study history at school, we go over battles...
A Wish Isn’t the Same as a Dream
“I’m gonna dream you right into my life.”
- Cliff Richard, Dreamin’
We all know the famous “I Have a Dream Speech” delivered by...
Thank you very much to everyone who read the draft of this..(if you're reading it again o.O) I also realize that the rhyme scheme changes every four lines..and that it may be...
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their...
You think I am a frail little china doll
Ready to break at any moment.
It is true I am a little singed, and frayed
There may be a few small cracks.
Who wouldn't have...
I can't sleep, 2;05,
Eyes closed, my mind's alive.
Brain wriggling, won't it end?
Driving me around the bend.
Duvet off, then back on,
Pins and needles, come and gone.
I am just a ghost with no voice
Who wants to be heard.
Love me or Hate me,
But, please, understand me through my words.
If you do, then you’ll find,
I am no one.
I’m just a...
i take pleasure seeing black from the white
i held on to patterns that meant nothing inside
so im cold by the weak and im lost at the seam
I know that I am loved
But seldom am I wanted
So I seek it out
And now my dreams are haunted
I wake up wet and ready
Remembering our last chat
But my darling husband
Won't step up...
Of faded raisin's and feckless love...
So blue the sun
so red the moon
so silent are my dreams...
lying in the dust,
Les réformes en bloc sontabsolument sans valeur, et alors même qu'un tyran lesimposerait par la force, elles ne pourraient durer, car, pourles maintenir, il faudrait réformer l...
You once said
We’re all made of stars
Celestial dust tumbled human
Shook from the coat of the Dog Star
An orchestra of astronauts
Conducted by the owl eyed moon
"When You Are Old" by WB Yeats
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
I have always been there
Didn't you know without darkness there can be no light?
It is your nature to brighten the darkness as is mine to stamp it out
So it is that we find...
When you are old. ~
By William Butler Yeats.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft...
I, being a teen have a hobby of writing songs and poems about my sadness but have no one to show my feelings. Im afraid that people will make fun of me. So drop in a text if u want...
Laying in the water, I'm ready to play.
I've needed you, but no is all you say.
You've sent me here with my bag of fun, to attempt to quiet the beast.
Because my body is a task...
to all of my readers, i wish you a very happy valentines day...with all of my love and some patchouli scented hippy hugs for you...((((((HIPPY HUGS))))))
Frustration is a crack head left alone in a dim lit room with a spoon, lighter & 3 bags filled with the dream sugar that only some dare to ruin themselves with...
Mainly free verse/no rhyme/romance/melancholy.
My laptop recently broke and i had written all my poetry on it.
i love poetry but it feels like there are only few ppl who appreciates the beauty of it
Stuck in this feeling of undeniable love
Counting on the day when you realize you love me
Always there when I'm at my lowest
Ready to love you better than he can
Let me be the one...
I don't think I wanna do poetry anymore lol
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars and wear them
like worthy paper cuts. My tears are
alcohol swabs, burning and cleansing
wounds of my own...
Please note this was just in my head, I am not sure it counts as poetry but here goes.
I see connections, those connections between two seemingly unrealating events. You draw...
I read this poem for the first time and automatically sighed..
You can hold me like a book
I won't care of the creases you
Make on my spine. You can turn my pages, the corners...
I wish I could be more alive than anyone else
And sit for a whole day, without moving
If I didn’t have epilepsy
in the part of my mind that perceives colours
One day, I could...