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  • Hamid Kareem (3/18/2008 8:27:00 AM) Post reply

    i think a god poem is all about our good the poem is conveyed....... it doesnt matter if tis long or short. it should also be rich

  • Hamid Kareem (3/18/2008 7:58:00 AM) Post reply

    i dont know about improving my poetry as i for one am a science student...... and i have no literature trainin whatsoever....... all i know is this words coe to me.. and i cant deny that i think i am getting better but ways of improving i really dont know...... need people to read mypoems and comment sincrely criticsm not minded......

  • Michael Smith (3/17/2008 11:03:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    Well with my poetry.
    I always use simple words to depict my point.
    I want to upgrade my vocabulary on my poetry...but it's not really that easy.
    So check out my poetry and please help me find out a way to solve this.

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    • Meg H (4/11/2008 8:58:00 AM) Post reply

      I'm about the same age as you are. I'm young and I had trouble with using vocabulary that isn't 'simple' as you said. I started out using a thesaurus. Eventually I got to the point where sophisticated ... more

    • Michael Smith (3/26/2008 11:06:00 AM) Post reply

      well thanks check out my poems 'This Mask' & 'The Loneliness' it really helped out....thnkz 4 the advice man

    • alice sunderland (3/19/2008 7:14:00 AM) Post reply

      keep the words simple. upgrade the 'ideas' - if you have to.

    • Hamid Kareem (3/18/2008 7:52:00 AM) Post reply

      k. how about i check out tours and you c ... more

  • Goldy Locks (3/16/2008 9:49:00 PM) Post reply

    fantasy is set
    in an ominous landscape, a dark world that mirrors our watery arms
    and legs but not our muscular
    —Eleni Sikelianos

  • THE PINK PANTHER IS EATING HER CHIPS :) SATISFIDED (3/14/2008 2:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    blah blah blah i for got how to wtrite a poem BLAH BLAH BLAH]

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    • Goldy Locks (3/16/2008 9:17:00 PM) Post reply

      doesn't matter. just write. call it `blah'...there's your title.

  • Csdb Kind (3/13/2008 1:49:00 PM) Post reply

    my mind- cant get away from the place it was born...
    love and death as one, , ,
    do you whant to climb, , , ?

    but strange eyes look at my words with puzzeld looks.
    if only it was one, known to be one, lived as one.

  • Wes Thompson (3/12/2008 11:14:00 PM) Post reply

    It Only Ends

    a string of words may tie
    what times divides
    and fill the gaps
    with better lives

    what we had in our sleep
    was not quite ours to keep
    we gave back the sea
    it's wavering knees

    and the moon may have seen
    it's own face in my dream
    for only a moment
    forever to me

  • kdkjbhd nkzdhvlikhs (3/12/2008 6:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Failed to notice

    A serenity I have felt but fail to notice why
    long vacations of unawareness have I been through
    Ignorance is in thought and mind
    Filter it with knowledge and enlightenment

    A window of intention has awaken my eyes in absolute despair
    A time card has been taken to influence and inspire
    A life without destination is a life without meaning
    Believe in self and you will achieve

    A cocoon of ignorance I have experienced
    Once in and forever out
    I cast my wings out with the ambition to learn and progress
    Graciously flying with a haste to change a world we despise

    Time is viciously apparent and will end, immortality is at hand

    give me your opinion please! ! !

  • Alan Laidlaw (3/12/2008 6:13:00 PM) Post reply

    Tantalus' Love

    I am now lodged between both desires.
    Hanging above me the femine bough,
    Leaning so far as to snap within
    An instant of a Zephyrus whisper.

    My boned pang as my fingertips tease
    The mulberries, only for it to recoil in
    Conceit. I crave for it to trap me, to crush
    Me- but Boreas swiped the bloodstone fancy.

    Swooping fiercely below, waves crash my structure.
    As the sirens ring out in a sweet surreal melody my
    Gut swirls at the thought of its silence. If this
    Raging stream below me were to dry I fear I would
    Lose meaning in this muse.

    Now I am deserted with the callous stone shadowing
    Upon my battered remains. A fiery Sisyphean devotion
    Has now been my sentence as I wait in my eternal Hades.

  • Frosted Fire (3/9/2008 12:55:00 PM) Post reply

    just wanted to post my poem here

    Walking on the woody ground
    Saw the middle dark colours that hung around
    They floated above us waving thru the blades
    Me and my blue coat, heard grandma in a rage

    oh my boy, don't run to far away

    and then I heard the black birds panting
    in a V-formation ahead and chanting
    the orchestral keys in my head rang unnnoticed
    Suddenly everything was blurry, I couldn’t focus

    oh birdies, look at the birdies ma'

    and everything was shining
    and everyone was happy
    and everything was fancy
    and everyone was pretty

    ooh birdies it was wonderful

    how'd you like that? would be nice if someone could help me getting better...

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