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  • Keith Robson (3/7/2013 5:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 4 replies Stage

    In between glances the contact is such
    As a soul to a soul or a fingertip touch,
    Like eyes in the moonlight that tremble the skies
    Or a dream that stops breathing, yet still never dies,
    For love is alive in the days that we live
    And it makes such a difference to what we can give
    The most natural thing, like a hand in a hand
    Through the beauty of life makes two hearts understand.


    In between shadows a lantern light shines
    On those wandering whispers that love’s glow defines,
    When the moon gathers memories that never will fade
    Though they sometimes grow weary and sleep in the shade,
    Yet for love set in patience, the morning will rise
    Like the smile on his face and the dream in her eyes
    That go walking together on dawn’s silver beach
    They have so much to live for, and so high to reach.


    In between moments live pauses of grace
    Like awaiting an answer, the look on a face,
    Or two heads touching softly while they watch the sea
    For who knows if their moment is all there will be?
    They have so many moments, or so it appears
    For moments make hours, and hours make years,
    There are moments of music and moments of rhyme
    Or the moments of love for the very first time…

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    • Dave Bosworth (8/30/2013 2:22:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      thought that was rather beautiful

    • Bea Nne (4/14/2013 2:39:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I first read your poem when I was searching for a poem about healing and tolerance, instead I came across this site and thus your poem. I'm very much impressed with the flow of your poem. There is rhy ... more

    • Donnaj York (3/13/2013 10:32:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I'm impressed and that's rare. I'm not into love poems, but this is a life poem. With flow & grace, rythm & rhyme, and an on-going story to tell.


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  • Christopher Mcnabb (2/2/2013 4:08:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Iron Curtains

    Not now, not morrow
    Trample solemn sorrow
    Just a moment I would borrow
    Finding petals in my harrow

    Stars begin their flight
    Dancing blissfully through the night
    I will not find delight
    With no words to feel contrite

    Find no silence in a slumber
    Iron curtains to encumber
    Sought a word not a number
    In a thought, I am asunder

    Search for answers in a book
    Breath every word as you look
    Piercing steel of a devils hook
    A mental quake your soul has shook

    What of you should conspire
    Malice! Malice! ! not desire
    Heed the word of a liar
    Dip your toes into it's fire

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  • Michael Dalvean (2/2/2013 5:15:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    Greetings all.
    I have recently done some work on what the differences are between poems written by amateurs and those written by professionals. Essentially, the most significant characteristics of " professional" poetry is that it is more concrete and contains less sentiment than poems written by " amateurs" . I would be curious to get feedback on these findings. The research is available at: http://ssrn.com/abstract=2208452.
    Looking forward to your responses,
    Michael Dalvean

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    • Donnaj York (2/14/2013 8:03:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Technically speaking " professional" means you make money from your art, trade, or writing..... right? I write but for myself. If I could write poems (or books) that others wanted to rea ... more

    • Eldridge Searles (2/14/2013 2:34:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      We have to ask ourselves though, what makes someone a professional poet?I really think that what is in the poetry, how poems are written, is what makes a poet labeled professional. It is when a substa ... more

  • Linda Neill Poet Digter (1/31/2013 2:55:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hi I am new here, Dear Reader I would appreciate your commentary here about my poetry. I have published in the Afrikaans language and would love to publish in English

  • Nic Hillen (1/23/2013 5:58:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    i have got a few new poems on my page i would be grateful to hear some comments and feedback from them and maybe rate them as you feel it deserves....many thanks

  • Arron Fowler (1/17/2013 2:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hey guys i have only just started writing poems i need some more friends to share thoughts with and i need comments on my poems
    check out my new one Theres a Succubuss in my bedroom. Thankyou i will read your poems too NEEEED MORE FRIENDS AHHA.

  • Michael Peters (1/12/2013 9:19:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Transparent Golem

    In a cold of space there is no sound
    That in mischief can be found.

    Prank on those who think it's not
    Just another scoundrel act.

    Hurt on those who can't adapt.
    They must perish or be trapped.

    Look alike their dreams must be.
    Deuce won't sleep, so why won't thee.

    Keeping sane - it is not hard,
    'cause in space there is no sound.

  • Michael Peters (1/12/2013 9:15:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Transparent Golem

    In a cold of space there is no sound
    That in mischief can be found.

    Prank on those who think it's not
    Just another scoundrel act.

    Hurt on those who can't adapt.
    They must perish or be trapped.

    Look alike their dreams must be.
    Deuce won't sleep, so why won't thee.

    Keeping sane - it is not hard,
    'cause in space there is no sound.

  • David Crapper (1/6/2013 5:05:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Art Foundation Manifesto

    Foundation- pep golden locomotive;
    For we are legion, arisen. Make stand!
    Denounce intellectualize ism!
    Make way for artist revolution!

    Out of the ashes we declare emotion ism
    gifting to society a new eternal oxyopia!
    Beyond the establishment discord course,
    phoenix expostulates for it's cause.

    When artists creativity has reached Zen-
    Extirpate Maya; Zenith's true rebuker;
    break free from ancient archons' bonds!
    feed not the dreaded snakes of Medusa.
    denounce draconian isms spoon fed lies!

    Stray left;
    serendipity!

    Advance right;
    Predicament...

    Problem
    fixer;
    cement
    mixer!

  • David Crapper (12/31/2012 3:50:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    HAPPY NEW YEAR!

    Oblivion; eddies, tender tit-
    illation, spearheaded fluctuation;
    egressing from throat's abyss, our Father
    and Mother's virgin tongues lock in tranquil bliss.

    Por que brilliance bore membrane, Por qué?Porque!
    without porqué explodes synergies sin-
    gularity. Theories relativ-
    ity; therefore E=MC²!

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