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  • Rookie Elizabeth Douglas (6/8/2008 9:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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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@@

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    • Rookie Tulsi Hanumanthu (9/27/2008 3:07:00 AM) Post reply

      THE ANCIENT TREE OF POETRY (Shakespearan Sonnet) Deeply rooted trees can never be slain, Beheaded though they be by super-storms. With roots intact, the stumps will sprout again; Ere long, th ... more

  • Rookie - 4 Points Kyle Hamp (6/2/2008 12:47:00 AM) Post reply

    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.

  • Rookie Csdb Kind (5/25/2008 2:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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?

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    • Rookie Bonnie Collins (6/20/2008 8:24:00 PM) Post reply

      I must agree, and if you remember your English correctly, Emily Dickinson had writtren many many love poems still considered to this day the finest, however when her writtings were discovered after he ... more

  • Rookie - 0 Points Roger Bowman (5/17/2008 3:45:00 PM) Post reply

    Let's write a short thoughtpoemo about the lunacious ways of the world's curriculum vitae...

  • Rookie - 14 Points Josie Whitehead (5/9/2008 12:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I can thoroughly recommend the book 'The Ode Less Travelled' by Stephen Fry, which you can easily order through libraries. This would be a good place to put the exercises you have done and where others can add theirs too. I will start in about a week or so if any are interested.

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    • Rookie - 14 Points Sarika Goyal (6/9/2008 6:10:00 AM) Post reply

      hi josie. wud u plz tell a little bit more about the book u mentioned what it s all about and the publisher?

  • Rookie - 0 Points Katherine Sessor (4/28/2008 4:38:00 PM) Post reply

    this is an onamatapia(sp?) that I wrote almost 2 years ago.

    Midnight Storm

    Pitter patter, pitter patter, hear the rain pour
    boom, crash, boom, hear the thunder roar
    flash! see the lightning shock the door

    Tick tock, tick tock, the clock strikes midnight
    Creek, creek, opens the door and on comes the light
    It's your mother saying it's alright

    'Ooo, ooo, ooo, ' she sings you to sleep
    In a dream you are drawn in deep
    And now you fast asleep

    Drip drop, drip drop, the storm has moved on
    You wake up with a stretch and a yawn
    Out comes the sun and now it's dawn

  • Rookie kdkjbhd nkzdhvlikhs (4/20/2008 3:13:00 PM) Post reply


    I walk the path of notice,
    in which looking for meaning.
    walls all around me,
    have trapped me since the beginning.

    And when I realize the glinting eyes,
    my soul sobs and oceans arise.

  • Rookie Braedon Reese (4/19/2008 1:38:00 PM) Post reply

    Dear Jennifer,
    I hope you never leave me
    I hope you take my hand
    and walk with me freely
    in this god forsaken land
    Because if i ever need help
    somewhere along the way
    i know you'll be beside me
    walking along the bay
    Im not sure what id do
    if i didnt have you
    I'm sure I would be lost
    somewhere in the frost
    of the cold frozen desert
    we call life

    Braedon Reese

  • Rookie James Milks (4/18/2008 12:10:00 PM) Post reply


    I scream to the ocean
    of my pain and emotion
    The waves just crash against the shore
    No one answers me anymore

    I talk to the wind the wind does not hear
    The trees bend and shake and it is crystal clear
    All my words simply disappear

    I cry to the mountain
    my tears a fountain
    The mountain of solid dirt and stone
    Leaves me to my fate
    to be alone

    I pray to the almighty
    Though it seems flighty
    I wait to hear
    With a twinge of fear
    And I wait to hear
    Wait to hear
    To hear

    JPM 4/27/2007

    A soldier died

    In a far away place a solider died
    Lay gently upon his grave a sweet bouquet
    And somewhere a mother cried

    A child grieves for the father that has been denied
    Longing for all that has been taken away
    In a far away place a solider died

    War, a horror that can never be dignified
    yet we march of to war again today
    And somewhere a mother cried

    A cold stone palace where the heroes reside
    Where too many have been invited to stay
    In a far away place a solider died

    All that is left when worlds collide
    Is sadness and sorrow and dismay
    And somewhere a mother cried

    I say to you my brother your memory will not be cast aside
    All that you fought for will never be cast astray
    In a far away place a solider died
    And somewhere a mother cried
    JPM 9/6/07

  • Rookie Prakash Arige (4/9/2008 6:34:00 AM) Post reply

    For me music and poetry are both like twin sisters. If you mix music to poetry a beautiful child called 'song' will take birth. I like music as good as poetry. These are means of relaxation and creation. Thanks for the nice discussion forum. I enjoyed here alot.
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