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  • Rookie Stacy Gregory (9/7/2013 11:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    I don't believe that you can sit there and TRY to write; it should come naturally. Vent out your feelings, spill out your creative thoughts and ideas from your mind to the paper. Don't think too hard about writing something; Write whatever is on your mind, I guarantee it will create a beautiful piece of writing. Make it original. Have a close connection with your writing.

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    • Rookie Kristina Dee (9/16/2013 10:46:00 AM) Post reply

      I agree, it just happened to me (naturally) today and I'd like to share... Thanks.

  • Rookie - 603 Points Shahzia Batool (8/28/2013 3:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Poems can be composed after learning the rules, forms and other tools of the trade, or poetry can be written impulsively. Most often we have the blend of intuition, conception and observation. After writing lines one can chisel the phrases to maintain the balance and rhythm, or create rhyming. To teach the poetry students about the cutting of a line in a free flowing verse, what rules can be discussed. How do we teach the learner where to cut the line in a free verse stanza/poem?need your ideas please!

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  • Rookie Angela Perera (8/21/2013 8:54:00 AM) Post reply

    The Meaning of A Smile

    A smile on a face
    Can all cares erase
    It means a million things
    And countless joy to you it brings
    A smile can give you good cheer
    which brings people near.

    It costs nothing to smile
    But it means something to think awhile.
    So give your best smile my friend
    Specially to those who do not know
    How to smile.

    It can enrich the one who receives
    Yet it costs nothing to the one who gives,
    It can spread sunshine to your home
    It can spread joy where you roam,
    So smile, even when it is not returned.

    If you do not receive one,
    Then dear friend you give one of yours,
    Smile with all your heart
    And spread the joy of living,
    It is infectious, contagious,
    It will catch up somehow,
    So smile, and make it spread a mile.!

  • Rookie Hardi Holpus (8/19/2013 12:06:00 AM) Post reply

    Aruküla is a small borough (Estonian: alevik) in Harju County, northern Estonia. It is the administrative centre of Raasiku Parish. Aruküla has a population of 2,016 (as of 1 January 2013.[1] Aruküla has a station on the Elektriraudtee's and Edelaraudtee's eastern route.

  • Rookie - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (8/17/2013 12:38:00 AM) Post reply

    The Flowing of Dulcet Melody
    By: Adam M. Snow

    How sweet it is the swaying of dulcet melody,
    only a profound sound like wind to the trees.
    A beginning for what was the end;
    a music, that does ascend.

    It finds the heart and proudly gives in,
    to ignore this sweet melody, it would be a sin.
    Such peace that comes from dulcet melody,
    from a note of an offset key.

    It sways with a sound, a beauty to be heard-
    like the voice of the morning bird.
    How sweet it is, that I bear witness-
    a profound sound swaying with a kiss.

  • Rookie - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (8/17/2013 12:37:00 AM) Post reply

    Be still Beating Heart
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Be still my beating heart,
    your pounding intrudes me.
    It fills me with pains;
    I ache with sorrow of thee.
    You tell me to love,
    but why do you break thee?
    If it's not meant to be, then why?
    Why don't you let me see?

  • Rookie Hem Raj Bastola (8/16/2013 9:25:00 AM) Post reply

    Never miss the clicked first thought. which comes suddenly, while working, walking, talking or whatever else, not it down, re-think and re-write polish the way you like until you are not satisfied.

  • Rookie Arabella Picken (8/9/2013 7:13:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello everyone.
    My name is Arabella and I am a 16 year old, aspiring poet. Please could you take some time to view my poems and leave a comment.
    I really appreciate any feedback; good or bad.
    I'd love to be the best poet I can be.

    The link to my poems is - http://www.poemhunter.com/arabella-picken/

    Thanks in advance,

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    • Rookie Anna Bellee (8/14/2013 5:44:00 AM) Post reply

      Poems on Indian Independence Day Today is Independence Day We are happy and gay Today we remember great souls Who sacrificed their lives for soil Who fought for freedom And attained martyrdom ... more

  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrej Gylan Grampovcan (8/9/2013 2:28:00 AM) Post reply

    They breathe through the hazy memory dear,
    with narrowed eyes.
    I'm sorry, it was a long time ago,
    eye sinks are dried through,
    Only your torn facial image evokes memories.
    You know dear, .
    faces are like clouds.
    And the wind by bursting
    and drowning in time,
    which has long flows through your fingers palm
    and with him took all our smiles happy days.
    It was love Darling,
    I know it
    and we're picking clothes, anointed sheets,
    as two passionate fool
    in thousands of kisses with roses between her lips loved.
    And how well do you know Darling,
    You gave birth to our son,
    you become a mom, I'm the father,
    a love today does not want us.
    And remember,
    when we met,
    thousand kisses I gave you,
    but with only one we did not say goodbye,
    and that love has never been.
    Maybe love is a bird,
    which still needs to fly?

  • Rookie - 544 Points Adam M. Snow (8/8/2013 6:52:00 PM) Post reply

    Welcome to My House, My Mind
    By: Adam M. Snow

    How is it that you've come to be within my house, my mind; to see perhaps my wizened soul?
    Make yourself at home, unwind; perhaps even might extol.
    Don't you mind the many voices and laughter; they're just the many sides of me.
    Calm you down and join me hereafter, indulge in my fruits of insanity.

    I hope your stay will be delight, an unpleasant one the most;
    the hours here may cast a fright, especially when I am the ghost.

    Lay you down and rest assure; the hours, the day, the morning-struck shall never come.
    Give in your fears, it will procure; it yearns to equal a sum.
    I warn you my house, a labyrinth; get lost would meet your end;
    you can run and sprint, your attempts would only descend.

    Enjoy the nightmares I have to offer, they're quite tragic at the most.
    Lay your mind within my coffer; give in to your new host.
    Let it be succumbing, an eternity here if you lose your way.
    I thank you for coming; I hope you enjoyed your unpleasant stay.

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