Childish babble
Complete and utter nonsense
Is that what people see my poems as?
Words written upon paper
Bland and unseeable... with no hidden undercurrent of meaning
Poetry is created by the authors passion
The purpose is to communicate an understanding
I write to restrict my demons
Authors all have differing opinions
Varying dreams and haunting pasts
Throwing aside competition
Theoretically the end result shared as a writer
Conveys a literature's birth....the first breath of life
Masses of blank thoughts cant strive to equal
How, why, when, where, and what that is requested
Questioning the survival rate of contemporary civilization
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your voice is stentorian. As a herald's voice: loud, powerful and persuading. You're an assertive soul, dear poetess. More grace.
Do I need to make this poem more graceful? If so I can try my best to rewrite parts of it or possibly take some lines out to make it more flowing if you agree this would help?