Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(8/22/2008 9:59:00 AM)
Hi everyone! !
I'm new here and I would like you to check out my poems. I haven't got many, so you can read them all. I hope you like them and write your comments.
(8/4/2008 10:53:00 PM)
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In relation to rhythm I read a very article the other day in a theatre journal. I forget it's name to be honest but it was discussing the performance of Shakespeare and the intracacies of speaking his text. Because I'm an actor it was very interesting but it also had some pertinent things to say about the written word. One of the points is that though we don't realise it, much of our everyday speech patterns fall into the rhythm of iambic, which is of course Shakespeare's adopted rhythmical pattern. It got me thinking thought, almost everything I write falls into iambics. Has anyone here tried a different rhythm, Trochaic for example. Any thoughts?
(8/3/2008 5:03:00 PM)
hi all, was hoping that if u have the time you could check out my poems especially my new one that i posted today called 'When you round me' and leave a comment would be gratefull also comment on any other poems if u wish to do so would love the feedback thanks for your time.
(6/30/2008 5:58:00 PM)
'Rocking: back and fro.'
Sits she in her rocking chair-
Rocking: back and fro.
Smiling with her pins and thread-
For knitting, Love does know.
But he does slouch upon a porch:
Spitting out chewed seeds;
Bleeding from his ragged heart.
For Love's what Sadness needs.
Kyle S. Hamp
(6/25/2008 12:31:00 PM)
i've 2 new poems.
'Division' and 'Strange, She'.
(6/24/2008 5:30:00 PM)
Demon of the day, Angel of the night
He is torn between darkness and the light
The path he walks, he walks alone
He travels around, for which he has no home
People fear him as he passes by
He trusts no one, his life was a lie
He walks in an unbearable shame
As he remembers his unforgetable name
His bleeding heart is freezing over
As he watches the eternal night grow older
Wanting his immortal soul to end
As he watches the Northern Lights start to blend
(6/17/2008 11:07:00 AM)
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Do I haunt your dreams at night,
do they include me?
Am I in your sleep my dear,
do you think of me?
As the night goes by,
and the hours creep.
Are there thoughts of you and I,
and the love I keep?
When the night is over,
and the day begins.
Am I still with you my dear,
or does our love end?
All throughout the day,
as the time goes by,
does your mind begin to wander,
to thoughts of you and I?
Now when the day is over,
and the night begins.
Do I invade your dreams again
until the dawn begins?
Am I just a dream my dear,
are your thoughts of me,
trapped inside your mind
for only the night to see?
(6/8/2008 9:00:00 AM)
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I think that if there was a standard for writing poetry it would sound structured. Poetry is not trial and error. Poetry is trial after trial. No one can tell you if it's 'wrong'. Poetry comes from your heart@@
(6/2/2008 12:47:00 AM)
There's but one true way to write a real poem...and that's after a long day of living...a long day of mistakes...and a long day of love.
(5/25/2008 2:20:00 PM)
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There are no rules to writing poetry.
Like no way to feel, and difference in sight.
This world is small and blind..
Find the inside.. the truth.
What do you dream when you sleep?