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Workshop for poetry written in free forms.
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  • Maria Goodison Rookie - 1st Stage (9/27/2014 7:12:00 AM) Post reply

    Be Strong If You Can.

    Be a strong man when you can, be a man that is strong
    I know you can.
    Stand tall so all can see that you are still wiling to be
    there beats the rocks until they break and crumble turn
    to dust.
    Make the bread so you can eat, heat the water on the stove
    for that bath you indeed need.
    Hold this world on your head so not ne will fall or feel lonely
    Be a man that's strong, be a strong man I know you can and when
    the day is done, sit down and hum a tune because you my
    dear is the strength that is in us all.

  • Samiul Halim Rookie - 1st Stage (9/6/2014 2:14:00 AM) Post reply

    i want to training.... poems, , , ,

  • Zoila T. Flores Rookie - 1st Stage (8/28/2014 6:35:00 PM) Post reply

    Freedom is something precious
    that I wouldn't change for anything.

  • Melikhaya Zagagana Rookie - 1st Stage (8/27/2014 2:48:00 AM) Post reply

    Well if freedom means having the priviledge to do what you want then, we still a bit little far, rules are everywhere you can't really be free can you?

  • Gajanan Mishra Silver Star - 5th Stage (8/25/2014 5:16:00 AM) Post reply

    Be opened like the flowers, be heavy like the clouds, be free like the airs, and move towards the sky.
    There in the sky discover the sun, the moon and innumerable stars and make yourself enlightened.

  • Mohammad Skati Bronze Star - 4th Stage (8/21/2014 11:13:00 AM) Post reply

    There are a lot of pretty poets who write free verse in a great way. It's how much one is gifted and how much one is experienced. Thanks.

  • Abekah Emmanuel Freshman - 2nd Stage (8/17/2014 7:53:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    To me, writing in free form removes the limitation that rhymes places on the poet use of words. It allows the poet to freely employ
    words that will suit the message.

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    • Mohammad Skati Bronze Star - 4th Stage (9/22/2014 8:32:00 AM) Post reply

      I agree with this, but if a poet writes with pretty rhymes it's better. Thanks.

  • Richard Beevor Rookie - 1st Stage (7/15/2014 3:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Cry Within The Soul

    Torment cries,
    hearts despair,
    alone to stand
    on the silent street.
    Willow tears,
    cried within,
    people talk aloud
    for a lonely day to die.

    Come another wasteful year,
    see another falling tear,
    seldom are we joined as one,
    people hard and cold,
    shun man and child alike,
    dead to all,
    remember that once
    you had the chance to love,
    to talk, to laugh,
    a friendship lost
    in a moment of silence,
    broken romance
    in heated rage,
    so life is hard
    what of personal folly,
    forgive those who hurt you,
    go into the street,
    stand and stare at buildings
    to the sky,
    roam away from city sights,
    find the country lane,
    on gentle hills
    to ponder life's treasures
    the fruitful land,
    lea or meadow,
    mountain or dale,
    call it what you will,
    the home for animals grazing.

    A land to enjoy,
    the freedom of walking,
    you are part of it,
    it needs your love,
    do not neglect your heart
    in summers harvest,
    to reap joy
    just by loving earth
    in happiness found,
    you're free
    a part of the whole
    a part of nature.

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  • Marilyn Hayne Rookie - 1st Stage (7/13/2014 4:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Cacaphony between the inside and outside
    Mad hurricane, dizzying tornado
    Comparing, contrasting, is this normal?
    My audience is the mirror to this statement.
    Too late?up to date.
    Show and tell
    every sight taste smell
    Informed, deformed,
    recurring haze
    Concrete gaze,
    I walk with my head low
    they won't know
    as much
    about how fucked up I feel
    all the time

    Take a bow,
    i'm doiing this for the free gift card
    I am not a poet,
    nor a prose writer
    I am a snippet stomper
    I made quips so sharp
    theyll whip ur shit.
    Cut me slack, it's 4 AM

    This confetti of thought, exploded on you.
    take it home with you.

    And forget about it.

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  • Terrance Tracy Rookie - 1st Stage (7/4/2014 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Terrance Tracy (7/4/2014 2: 43: 00 AM) Post reply | Delete this message
    Foolish Journey
    O the anguish that hurts the soul are words spoken when one’s emotions are high, vicious accusations relentlessly expressed gave birth to a foolish journey to find some rest.

    The seasonal high humidity and heat accompany the disabled voyager on a foolish journey to what end he did not know nor care.

    With each step pain is felt in his temporal body and eternal soul, health or peril he did not care on this foolish journey to nowhere.

    One more step and then another, one more step and then another the voyager rehearsed in his mind giving no thought as to what he left behind.

    Traveling on a busy highway struggling with each step the voyager stumbled by a familiar church perhaps he should stop here, but his soul was wounded and he would not abide in there.

    One quarter of a mile up the highway he spied a bridge with grave needs for a voyager to rest, there he will sit and pray to his God to ask for forgiveness for undertaking such a foolish journey.

    Reaching the bridge he accepts the invitation of the rail and begins to contemplate the fruition of his fate, dear Lord what have I done I left behind the love of my life in this test of strife.

    The traffic was heavy and so was his soul, as the voyager sat on the bridge rail several cars stopped and offered help but all the voyager could muster was to say that he was homeless and nowhere to go; for he wanted to be alone with his Lord and ask for his sins to be atoned; he just wanted people to leave him alone.

    Hampered with physical limitations he could not take a step forward or back so he just sat there and began praying and hearing his Lord speaking to his heart that which you have done was not very smart.

    I do not condemn you so look for no stones for your sins have been atoned return to your love, the wife of your youth, for I will give you strength to endure the hardships and defeat the roaring lion that roars your ears and has caused you to be covered in tears.
    Terrance Tracy

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