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  • Gulsher John (5/21/2014 9:38:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Does POETRY heals or purges emotions as it claims so???

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  • Adam M. Snow (5/20/2014 11:30:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I admit, I prefer the classics than the modern poets these days. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are many great poets these days, I'm just old fashioned I guess.

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  • Mike Acker (5/20/2014 10:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Coiling Cobras as reply

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    • Mike Acker (5/20/2014 10:57:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Coiling Cobras Start at the bottom of empty holds of rusting tankers. Turn over fallen, cherry blossom petals. Check just above the tip of a coiling cobra's fang. Try the crunchy taste of ... more

  • Jefferson Carter (5/20/2014 9:31:00 PM) Post reply

    OK, I finally get it. Adam Snow is one of our assbreath pseudonyms who's pretending to think he's a good poet! That explains why this poem is so horribly horrible! Yer making fun of bad poets! Good one!

  • Adam M. Snow (5/20/2014 6:28:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Take My Sorrow if You Dare
    Written by Adam M. Snow

    Take my sorrow if you dare,
    my pain-filled eyes in which I stare.
    All I have a fool's regret;
    stillborn memory I long to forget.

    Take my place amid despair.
    Take my sorrow in which I bear.
    Take my place and pay my debt,
    free me from the sorrow depth.

    Take my sorrow if you dare,
    my beating heart a snare;
    my allusive thing to fret,
    the beating thing to forget -
    my sorrow in which I bear.
    Take my sorrow if you dare.

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    • Ben Brent (5/20/2014 11:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I think this is a great poem about take my sorrow its really like telling to step in your shoe for them to feel what you are going thought

  • Brioney Leon (5/20/2014 5:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Thanks so much for your comments, Tweetspeak. They are greatly appreciated. I have been writing for quite a few years now, but have never posted or published any before now (all posted here were written over the past six months) . The poems are expressions of my feelings about certain events in my life, and so are quite personal to me - but I hope readers will also identify with the subject matter on an emotional and personal level. :)

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    • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (5/22/2014 10:46:00 AM) Post reply

      When I was younger and immature as a writer, I wrote confessionals...and then someone told me that if I wanted people to know " my story" - then write an autobiography...or better yet... a ... more

    • Jefferson Carter (5/20/2014 9:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      B, the only way readers can identify emotionally and personally with your poems is to use figures of speech (images, metaphors, similes) that engage them in seeing and feeling. Using an abstract word ... more

  • N P. (5/20/2014 3:08:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi I am a beginner looking for people to critique my work and give me feedback/advice.



  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (5/20/2014 11:07:00 AM) Post reply

    Good morning!

    Find the rhythm....

    For a Traveler

    By Jessica Greenbaum

    I only have a moment so let me tell you the shortest story,
    about arriving at a long loved place, the house of friends in Maine,
    their lawn of wildflowers, their grandfather clock and candid
    portraits, their gabled attic rooms, and woodstove in the kitchen,
    all accessories of the genuine summer years before, when I was
    their son’s girlfriend and tied an apron behind my neck, beneath
    my braids, and took from their garden the harvest for a dinner
    I would make alone and serve at their big table with the gladness
    of the found, and loved. The eggplant shone like polished wood,
    the tomatoes smelled like their furred collars, the dozen zucchini
    lined up on the counter like placid troops with the onions, their
    minions, and I even remember the garlic, each clove from its airmail
    envelope brought to the cutting board, ready for my instruction.
    And in this very slight story, a decade later, I came by myself,
    having been dropped by the airport cab, and waited for the family
    to arrive home from work. I walked into the lawn, waist-high
    in the swaying, purple lupines, the subject of ??June’s afternoon light
    as I had never been addressed?—?a displaced young woman with
    cropped hair, no place to which I wished to return, and no one
    to gather me in his arms. That day the lupines received me,
    and I was in love with them, because they were all I had left,
    and in that same manner I have loved much of the world since then,
    and who is to say there is more of a reason, or more to love?

    Source: Poetry (May 2014) .

  • Gulsher John (5/20/2014 9:03:00 AM) Post reply

    To what extent ABSTRACTION or Figurative language helps a POEM...?
    especially in the context of modern poetry. As we see all the classic and Romantics poetry is wallpapered by poets' feelings and imaginations.

  • Dan Reynolds (5/20/2014 7:11:00 AM) Post reply

    I believe, in general, our passion for lists is attributable to the fast pace of our consumerist, modern lifestyles. We don’t have time to sit back and truly evaluate, so we are always grateful when someone “reliable” has done the donkey work for us. The lists we see here (PH) are never truly neutral, so their values are all on the same level….Zero.
    Over the years here, on PH, they have been a recurring factor in the postings from our most divisive members. Nothing seems to stir up the hornet’s nest so quickly as, either omitting a member from a favourable list or including them in a derisive one. For most of us who have had the stamina to maintain our presence here, they are just a regular reminder of the rampant pettiness and point-scoring mentalities, from those whose egos crave chaos, instead of calm.
    Carry on regardless, as Sid James might say.; ¬)

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