(4/8/2012 4:58:00 PM)
hi my names michelle and im 13 and writing poetry is my life. its my esape from the world so if you dont mind can you read and judge my poems. ive penned 22 poems since the 21st of march and im not sure if theyre good or not. thanks :)
(4/7/2012 8:55:00 AM)
Not for You
Words tumble from my lips
Down into the depths of your soul
They hit you hard, your heart
It thumps as if it were half full
Our eyes burn like wildfires
As I sit there watching you
Nothing more is said
I guess we’ll say good bye through and through
Drip, dropp and then they came
Each one hit the ground
But I felt them burn my cheek
Still the silence had no shame
And then right in my gut was that knot
It twisted and twirled
My head even whirled
Longer I resisted the worse it got
He just won’t understand
I’m not that person, the one
Where everything comes together as planned
You think it’s a riddle
Oh, I wish it weren’t true
But here it is I’m really not for you
(4/3/2012 6:53:00 PM)
I run as fast as I can,
Trying to escape such memories.
Happy and sad alike,
I don't want them part of me.
Wishing for something more,
Praying for even greater,
My knees are raw
From all the times I've fallen.
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off.
But pain is an illusion.
I can get through this.
Strength is a state of mind
Power is the strength of heart.
Love is open
Faith is kind.
My dreams reach Heaven
As my hopes collide.
Crash and burn,
Laughter always does,
Still, I won't bow.
Not for anyone.
Pride is my arrogance,
And I have plenty.
My tears are unable to fall,
No matter how strongly I wish for them.
I am Hulk.
No, I am Hercules.
Here to unite,
To protect and fight,
And to win.
This isn't a poem of wishing for forgiveness.
This isn't a ballad of broken dreams.
This isn't me asking for anything.
This isn't me on my knees.
I'll stay strong,
I'll stay 'happy',
Nothing can hurt me,
© Chelsea Ann Crisman
(4/3/2012 12:41:00 PM)
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here is my poem
I feel no pain as lower the knife,
Down to my wrist thinking about why I’m doing this to my life.
The scars, the tears that disappear,
As the voice of a angel whispers in my ear.
The scars hide beneath my heart,
As the tears tear my soul apart.
The emptiness I feel inside,
No where to turn, nowhere to hide.
One little thing can ruin your life,
One little thing can start with a knife.
(4/3/2012 12:49:00 AM)
Hello my name is Tiana Webb and I need some help with a poem I am trying to write. I have three stanzas finsihed, I'm just having trouble with the last. The poem is one on the four seasons and I need help with the winter stanza. I wanted to write a stanza about the snow and how it feels but I am having difficulty as I have never seen snow before. Each stanza in my poem has 10 lines, every second line having the same rhyme. If anyone has any ideas, they would be much appreciated. Thanks
Joseph Ojogba Daniel
(3/31/2012 12:22:00 PM)
Hi. Am actually a novice who likes writing poems. Am in love with four-lines stanzas. But am still very crude. I need some real pruning since i've never taken a course in literature. Pls help out.
(3/29/2012 2:25:00 AM)
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(3/25/2012 1:29:00 AM)
How To Describe Using the 5 Senses
Art deems pleasure in the senses. It is something indescribable, beautiful, and almost intoxicating. To describe, poets use sense impressions like creating images similar in fiction's, " Show don't tell."
Take this sample 1:
your mouth in my mouth
the fragrance of sea breeze
the drumbeat and church bells
squeaking of rubbing saw
they're small pounds of a hammer
gliding of twigs
creation of Ikebana
the curve of your jaw
those eyes when you gaze
your untouched lips
when you talk fiercely
The five senses include the sense of touch, smell, sight, hearing and touch.
An activity for students in an English class is to describe people, places and things through their five senses:
Take this sample2:
Sense of sight sun like rays of gold
Sense of taste like honey
Sense of smell brewing coffee
Sense of hearing sound of the forest
Sense of touch your pores, when they open
Description is describing the concrete attributes. One can describe using the figurative language and/or sense impressions.
1. Simile is comparing objects using " as or like."
Example: Clouds are like cotton balls.
2. A metaphor is direct comparison.
Example: Clouds are cotton balls.
In some books, other than the simile; others are classification of different metaphors.
" Metaphor" is from the Greek word transfer.
3. Synesthesia is a blended feeling.
" To the bugle, every color is red." Emily Dickinson
4. Personification is speech endowing human qualities to things.
Heaven cries with me.
5. Synecdoche a form of substitution in whole or part
She is a heron.
6. Allusion reminds of something or with reference to something
Check out the poems of Plath... (death poems)
Using the five senses will make your speech colorful and interesting. It can give depth or humor, and there's pleasure in your expression. The exactness and profundity of choosing the right descriptions is gift.
The poet sees a lot of the world, and includes beauty and ugliness in the magic of words creating pleasure and meaning.
Let try this:
in the coming of dawn
to remind how love should be
1. How do you explain " gold" here?
2. Who was the shepherd?
3. What figure of speech was used?
The senses work in divine ways. It draws special images and symbols, it builds concrete assemblage of life. And though Carl Jung says " The individual is the only reality, " the poet works hard at these. He/She will describe, specifically, writing in words symbols and images where you can hold and experience something. The poet will bleed for you and you will interpret how you felt it (other than deconstructing the poem, etc) - sharp as bliss. You will come peacefully.
Rosalinda Flores - Martinez,
(3/23/2012 10:14:00 PM)
weave through the phrazing and the words on the paper bend the thoughts
(3/22/2012 3:22:00 PM)
hey all! this is kumar parashar from india, i have been writing poems since i was a little kid but left it for a while due to studies and all, i feel this is a great platform to express my creativity, but i feel i have lost the touch, i would really appreciate if you can read my poem and post your comments so i can improve. thank you