(3/22/2013 2:19:00 AM)
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hi guys, this is my first poem, could you give me some feedback and pointers?thanks!
My life used to fly so smoothly
You boarded and higher I flew.
But I've just hit a turbulent cloud
I cant keep my mind off you.
My brain is turning to stone, and thinking is getting hard.
The silence is hungry, and it gnaws at my heart.
But when I hear your " Goodmorning! '
When I see your smile sweet,
The sun comes out from behind that black cloud
It lightens up my dark, so
Even the night burns brightly.
The world is my lamb chop,
And I'm kinda hungry.
Now, the sun soars across the waves
When before, it was drowning.
What was once a sad night
Is now a beautiful morning.
Yet wouldn't time have still trickled?
The sun risen on its own accord?
Dawn brings the morning, yes,
You make it Good.
Rosalinda Flores Rosevoc
(3/18/2013 7:49:00 AM)
Try writing in one comfortable place if that works for you. Begin with one beautiful sentence. Draw an image in words. Write. Re-write. Happy wriiting!
(3/12/2013 6:09:00 AM)
Would really appreciate it if anybody could check out my poems particularly the newest ones
(3/11/2013 5:37:00 AM)
I posted three poems. Please write comments and kindly rate my poems.I appreciate both compliments as well as criticism.
(3/7/2013 5:30:00 AM)
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Like colours seeping through a prism with so much magic mysticism
The day turned pages to the night, where light is shade and shade is bright
As if the pastel hues of time were wound within their endless rhyme,
Meandering as life’s river bends, and yet creating subtle blends
Of crystal sun and shadow streams, at least that’s how their image seems
Like moon tied mist on Autumn nights, subdued before the Winter bites
And leaf touched red and golden hues cascade to earth and pay their dues,
The river wanders where it will, tomorrow it will wander still.
On sleeping children in their beds, the stars kiss blessings on their heads
Through unborn Springtime glacier skies, beneath their eyelids dreams surprise
And touch the souls of providence, that slumber in their innocence
Like dreams we shared when we were young, before the shades of life were hung
In ways we couldn’t countermand, that we could never understand
For children are life’s building blocks, the treasured souls that time unlocks
So subtly into grown up ways, no more the dreams of salad days
But saplings that have grown aloft, though dreams still keep their spirit soft.
To voices whispering in the dark, the lines of life will make their mark
On all they know and all they see, and all they ever aim to be
For strength of mind and strength of will helps every soul climb every hill
And every hidden stumbling block will fade away as they unlock
The doors of life they treasure most, and wander past life’s winning post
And yet there will be many doors, some give much pain, some heal the sores
The artist paints so many ways, in oils, in words of salad days
To let us know so many care, they paint or write the living Prayer…
(3/6/2013 8:53:00 PM)
Sonnet although not yet finished. Entitiled, " To the Sun."
O’ beautiful marigold, you bloom every morning
O’ crucial daystar, you disappear every night.
You are the reason people are laughing
Those who love your arms are teeming with delight
But how confusing art thou; only science can tell?
Constantly shining so others can bask.
You never cease to come around, and never dwell,
And humans will continue to ask.
Those who know why know why.
The sun comes back; because it knows,
The world is empty without heavens eye.
(3/6/2013 12:58:00 PM)
it is not always important that you have to know great words and tough technical terms to write poetry. When it comes, just let it flow naturally like the rivers and you will find yourself becoming a poet floating in the river forgetting the problems in life. That's all that you got to be to be a poet. Let the words speak from your heart. Please feel free to read my poems and to leave your comments on poemhunter.com.
(3/5/2013 2:26:00 PM)
I run off of emotion.. just me an the paper what i feel is what i write.. then i share it with friends
(3/4/2013 4:02:00 AM)
This is my blog. Can I get any feedback for these poems.
(3/3/2013 1:15:00 AM)
imagination is other thing, but writing something which is happening around you is always fun. and its very nice....