Leylek D. Sovura
(1/18/2015 12:55:00 PM)
Poetry: What i think is essential:
I am writing since i was small and there are three big things you absolutley need to pay attention to:
1. The theme
2. the words
3. the sound
If you read a poem of yours, try reading it out loud. It has to be comfortable to the ears. A nice ring to it, if you want.
Coherence of the words and a good structure, combined with a well fleshed out underlying theme(s) are a necessity.
What can be variable though is the length. Sometimes shorter is better.
Too many words can be very irritating and can even put off possible readers.
But then again, it's all about the story, the life lesson that you want to tell.
Also not every poem has to be a masterpiece.
We write poems, because we want to write down our feelings, our experiences and our nightmares,
so we can share them, but at the same time try to understand them.
BUt at the end of the day, the most important thing is to enjoy them ourselves.
(1/17/2015 1:41:00 PM)
Hi Guys! How's it goin'?What's the best theme do you think one should write about in the upcoming love month February?Erotic or Romantic?Feel to reply!
(1/15/2015 11:49:00 PM)
poetry is like best partner who never leaves you alone....at times of happiness, sadness, excitement, experience...whether sharing your dreams or nightmares...it will always be their in the form of whom you can share the secret chamber of your heart..
(1/13/2015 8:33:00 PM)
Let all persons here on this earth know again to love all, let us remember each one is god here. Let us see truth everywhere, it is there We are just to discover.Let us tolerate all, there is peace here. Let us try to establish a model society with all out development of human entity. Let us proceed ahead with our own mother and mother-tongue as because here only there is our breath and respiration.
Karan Pratap Singh
(1/12/2015 11:46:00 AM)
Hey, please go through my poems and make me aware of my flaws. To improve it in the near future.
(1/12/2015 12:05:00 AM)
O sad soul. Tell me why are you so blue?
Tell me what it takes to uncorrupt you?
Why do you cry when you feel all alone?
Is there still cracks, in that big wall of stone?
Tell me sad soul, why are you so down?
What would it take to regain your old crown?
Where would your shoes take me if I walked just a mile,
and what would it take to see that sweet smile?
Oh desperate soul, tell me what are your fears?
What has tormented you thru all of these years?
Why do you run when your simply afraid?
What makes you so scared of the bed that you made?
What is the price to see your enternal bliss?
How do get back something, that you constantly miss?
Karan Pratap Singh
(1/10/2015 3:43:00 PM)
Please read and comment on my poem and let me know how good am I at it. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beauty-undescribed/
(1/10/2015 10:38:00 AM)
Creation of a Starfish
When a soul dreams upon a sleepless star,
it unfolds through the sea's twinkling of its eye.
On the night upon the star's last plight,
its frail old soul morphs into Starfish -
Amidst sand, shells and violet light.
Muhammad Farhan Ahmed
(1/9/2015 11:27:00 AM)
Read and comment on my poem on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sympathy-34/
The poor lad in cast-offs scent'd the wafting aroma
Of the flamboyant pastries so lusciously succulent
Near to the scrumptious fruit tarts he went
Drooling at the dainty food with deep desire
Pulling out the vacant, penniless pockets
Hoped the boy to find some money to buy
The noshes so toothsome, he teared his eye
'It can't be helped' said he with a doleful sigh
Felt he a mellow, sympathetic pat on the back
A misty-eyed, benevolent woman was behind
'You yen for the delicious bakery snacks, I know
For I can understand your tears and your woe'
Wiping the boy's tears with a satin napkin
She bought him the tasteful food he coveted
The boy's eyes glistened with great glee
'Thank you ma'am' in a feeble voice said he
Muhammad Farhan Ahmed
(1/9/2015 11:26:00 AM)
Read and comment on my poem on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-beauty/
A harlequin parrot as free as a butterfly
Flapp'd her rainbow wings in the azure sky
Boasting her grandeur and flamboyance
To mates devoid of charm and elegance
She settled on the fecund oak tree's bough
Whose bare branches in winds would bow
An unembellish'd, avacado-green fellow
Gazed at her splendour, grace and glow
'Witness my beauty, you pygmy gawk
I'm superior to any macaw or peacock
My vibrant skin, my majestic wings
Are as ornate as gardens of springs'
The parrot so penny-plain and verdant
Replied in his pompous, solemn accent
'Beauty is a lovely possession, my friend
But you'll know its sour truth in the end
A bird's blithe days do not last long
Beauty doesn't make one evasively strong
You'll be a prisoner in a man's house
Who shan't pay heed to your grouse
Or a zoo's puny adornment you'll be
To live a life lonely as the Arctic Sea
Veil your allure to avoid fate's perfidy
Before it shuts you in a cage so bitty'
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