(6/5/2007 9:36:00 PM)
If you like the sea soil, you should wear a dress of mud and pray for raining.
Doubtlessly the clouds agree with you and pour their tears. And this is the same time when your night dreams become consonant with flying of the sound and whisper the pictured words on horizon line for you.
And there is the last time when the scent of your melody presents its complain of you to the messenger of the sound and the dawn, will touch the strange friend and will shoot the love bullet to the desert. The bullet may hit you since loves you.
Author: Mahmoud Ghoochani
Iran – Mashhad
(6/5/2007 9:34:00 PM)
I have a lost person in the city of my heart who is “the flower of the flock of my thoughts.” Some one who, her loneliness, in a glassy stillness, is covering by flowers and changes the moonlight to the lapful of stars.
The person who her name is all of the entity and remembers the traveling always. Now she presents her green eyes which are as green as a garden, to my heart. Her expectation with closed eyes, is like a kiss on her hand to cause her to understand my loyalty.
Author: Mahmoud Ghoochani
Iran – Mashhad
(6/4/2007 6:16:00 PM)
My poetry is just okay, but I want it to be great! If anyone has time to give me suggestions, I would really appreciate it.
(6/3/2007 7:03:00 PM)
Hi all! If you have time, please feel free to read my poetry and criticize away! I am a 22 year-old student looking for ways to improve my poetry. Many thanks.
the space between
tree branches like sparrow tracks solemn
across the blushing sky. gray-black shingles naked-
gutter forlorn and empty, no leaves struggling
to find balance. before you
trees, these trees, manifestations of child’s stick-figure renderings—bleak,
grooves beneath your eyes extend
like half-buried sand dollars blanching
in dawn’s burning light. rays of heat pour
forth like lasers of inexplicable brightness from the tips
of thin branches, and
even the wind’s howling fills my ears with your name softly
and even the last, steadfast leaf gracefully accepts
when I fell, I sank softly
into leaves of you. swirling, butterfly kisses against my cheek, faint
as a moth’s thin wings beating weakly
in cold fog. fierce enough
that as I gaze
out at gray-black shingles, they melt and begin to slide
off the roof. pools of molten leaves shimmer.
leaves silent now. look long
enough, you see pumpkin shards scattered
earth-bound. cold dissipated
when your eyes ignited—
hungry autumn colors soaking pages
inside of me, colors bleeding, curling into itself.
embers of you inflame thin branches
of my heart, smoldering
explosions across night sky. in between my arms, this space
rises like smoke coiling
from new england chimneys, or maybe the expulsion
of your breath in winter.
(5/31/2007 9:14:00 AM)
hello to all! i am new here, and pretty new to poetry. i have written a couple of poems in the past few months. here is one i wrote to my wife, i usually write all my poems about her with a few exceptions of random ones. any comments would be greatly appreciated. i have no background in poetry, nor have i taken any classes on it, so let me know what you think....thank you
“A Lonely Tear”
I’ve opened a space, for you in my heart
As we begin this journey, not far from the start
I’ve learned to love you, in a different way
My love grows stronger, with each passing day
To look in your eyes, and see your pain
Sends me to a place, I wish never to be again
I am a new person, this you must see
Open your heart, and fall in love with me
My love will not fade, it won’t cease with time
Don’t be afraid, let your feelings unwind
Take my hand, on this road to love
Let me lead you, to the place you dream of
Flowers and gifts, these are material signs
Real love lies, within the heart and mind
It takes a lot of work, to love someone
The things I’ve done so far, I’ve just begun
Set your mind free, don’t think of the past
Remember my love is here, and it will last
I love you more now, than I have before
I cry this lonely tear, for I know I’m sure
Thomas E. Kelly Jr.
(5/29/2007 1:42:00 PM)
I am a young aspriing writer and would love for any feedback on any of my poems... thank you. i know many of the people on this site have been in my shoes and i enjoy advice from anyone especially those older than me.
(5/26/2007 5:03:00 PM)
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Any help for a first poem would be appreciated.
I have material but lack confidence and knowledge to construct.
(5/20/2007 9:44:00 PM)
so, it resembles the rondel type of poetry. with ABaAabAB form? Is this correct? Do you have any sample of this type of poetry? Can you give me? Thanks....
(5/20/2007 4:12:00 PM)
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'My Time Now' Poem
sit down son, nah I've only just begun
move over now, nah I will not bow
quiet should be thy voice, nah that will be by my choice
keep your head held down, nah I will no longer frown
do what you're told, nah I'm too bloody bold
follow and do not lead, nah I'll fight unitl I bleed
you're not worthy dave, nah I'm riding this wave
the wave of life my lad? , yeah me living shall make you mad!
(5/20/2007 4:10:00 PM)
'Like a Tree' Poem
Like a leaf falling from a tree, trust the words of thee
A tree that has been weaken, by the cold; it's alright to stand tall and be bold
Each piece of bark, is its own personal scar; the branches will grow they will go far
The lineage represented by numerous rings, again and again you shall sing
A nest on a branch, place called home; no longer will this bird forever roam
Sap flows like a river, the tree has tears; not to worry, ahead many good years
This harsh endless life, has tested this tree; and still it stands strong, believe in me
The wind shall blow, and this I know
The rain will come, and make this tree frown; I will not let this tree be knocked down
No more dead seasons, it all happens for a reason