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  • Charlie O (6/24/2007 6:27:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    hello! i'm just starting on this site, and i don't know if i know exactly how to write poetry, but i do: ] i will help anyone in any way i can. please give me your opinion on how i can improve too, i just put some poems on this site, and i need feedback. i would be very grateful. peace.
    Charlie

  • Goldy Locks (6/20/2007 8:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    As one of the founding members of the language writing movement, Lyn Hejinian has always been concerned with the referential possibilities inherent in language. In 'The Rejection of Closure' she writes, 'Language itself is never in a state of rest. And the experience of using it, which includes the experience of understanding it, either as speech or as writing, is inevitably active. I mean both intellectually and emotionally active.'

    Lyn Hejinian on `Happily' ... enclosed.

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    • Goldy Locks (6/20/2007 8:43:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Lyn Hejinian on 'Happily' In responding to Dubravka Djuric's question about the origins of my interest in writing, I said that it was the materiality of writing that first drew me to it, the prosp ... more

  • the poet (6/15/2007 4:07:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    hi everyone, i would like to thank those who have spent their valuable time reading my poems. i hope those who have not will stop by my page and read some of my poems. your comments are very much appreciated! ! ! Thanks everyone and have a beautiful, wonderful and nice day! ! !

    -alex

  • Jae Centorino (6/12/2007 12:38:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I love the idea of people helping others in their writing. What I don't understand is how can they help if they don't read them? It seems that some people have it in their minds certain poetry just dosen't matter. I try to read many diffrent poets no matter what the title is and or subject it's called not being bias. Please anyone that can critique me I welcome constructive critisism. I don't welcome people being mean and ignorant. Yes, I need much help I'm sure...

  • Sarah Adams (6/6/2007 5:50:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Any tip to make it better

    Sadness


    I don’t understand why I am feeling like this
    I don’t understand why my friends are happy and I am not
    I don’t understand why can I be happy
    I don’t understand why I feel like I be better at being dead

    I don’t understand why no one care about me
    I don’t understand why I cant be loved like anyone does
    I don’t understand why I am thinking of suicide
    I don’t understand why no one try to save me

    I don’t understand why no one love me
    I don’t understand why people use me
    I don’t understand why I cry
    I don’t understand why I cry for help and no one care to take a notice

    I don’t understand why I try to kill myself
    I don’t understand why I live
    I don’t understand why anyone said Yea right and pretty girls don’t try to kill themselves
    I don’t understand why I got to prove that I just need to feel loved

    I don’t understand why they cared when I end up in Funeral
    I don’t understand why they end up crying when I told them about my feelings
    I don’t understand why they said I didn’t think she would kill herself
    I don’t understand why they said I am so sorry that I didn’t try to take you serious

    I don’t understand why I should care about them
    I don’t understand why I try to tell them and they didn’t take me so serious
    I don’t understand why I end up in the funeral Casket
    But I don’t need to understand why because I took easy exit

  • Anochapr Promaon (6/6/2007 8:17:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    I look across the distant sky, staring with curiosity
    wondering about who was it that led you to me
    There are millions of people, it doesn't make any sense that we met
    From a person that believes in nothing, I finally question myself
    So, is it really destiny that let us be?
    So, we are destined for each other, then could I ask for something?
    Please don't ever let us part, let us love one another till death do us part
    Can I ask for this?
    Back then, I thought my breath was for myself
    But when I met you, I just realized that my breath is for you
    There are millions of people, it doesn't make any sense that we met
    From a person that believes in nothing, finally I have to question myself again
    There are still millions of people, there's no reason that I'm the one
    From a person that believes in nothing, finally I have to question myself again

  • Anochapr Promaon (6/6/2007 8:15:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    It's a circle that is not full.
    It's a circle that is disconnected.
    A quarter of it was disappear.
    Bring myself to sleep on the way and lose the way.
    To find the losing fragment.To fulfill it as before.
    Since you gone it’s like my heart that just have desolate day and night
    To find my love.
    Just for fulfill my heart.
    It's lonely and I don't alone for long time.
    I'm so tired.
    I don't know how I spend my remaining of life.
    It's an old slow down circle.
    It's laugh merrily circle that become exhausted.
    And I can't stand anymore.
    My heart still loves you.
    Think of the missing quarter.
    I may sigh and fall down.
    Someday I may know I will fall down by myself.

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  • Permanent Daylight (6/5/2007 10:33:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello, I'm new to Poemhunter. If you guys could check out my poetry, and leave your feedback (I'm grateful for anything constructive) , I'd be glad. I'm currently applying for a poetry mentorship, and I'm 14 by the way. Thanks.

  • Mahmoud Ghoochani (6/5/2007 9:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    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

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    • Unwritten Soul (12/13/2013 9:58:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      The imagery you created here was very good..it can be a very " visualistic" poetic expression. Good Job_Soul

  • Mahmoud Ghoochani (6/5/2007 9:34:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    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

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