Poetry Forum

the usage of dreams is far too overly used that all i seem to remember about the piece is dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams.

I get the point parents try to buy what the kids want.

sometimes you've got to understand that poetry isn't all rhyme, its metaphorical, reasoning, and usually has a point.

I see you mastered the flow of rhyme but i don't feel the rest.

RedStone.

I didn't get the point of the poem, its not like you see alot of monkeys sitting in trees you can dislike and interact with.

It all depends on the melodies playing, weather which era of my mind I tend to visit,
nice short piece.

RedStone.

I wrote this poem after watching the film Lake House, it moved me and inspired me in the directions it took me into, here is a quote from the film i thought rather meaningful. Kate: I sometimes feel as if I'm invisible, as if no one can see me at all. I never felt that way when I lived at the Lake ...

Its always fun to write poetry, and find our grounds in what we do,
keep at it, learn forms and improve, and all around keep writing.

RedStone

A story mostly of how you catcher metaphorical essences, poetic in parts,
thoughtful, entertaining, all arounds enjoyable good work.

RedStone

I enjoyed the read, it reminded me of when i usually stop and stare at something with a interest, a past, a purpose
that has become aged, some meanings deeper than most see in most things, keep up the writing.

RedStone

In youth hath other places Seemed much bigger in a small man's world- Ere o great wonderous mind Treasure thine vial of innocence, Sweeter doth the heart grow fond- In Summer, Breed thy natured mind Imagination hath caught flight! O, Thou art a bird of any kind- Free to flee away since birth Devouri...

O art thou far or near? Listen in thy mind! That hymn i sing in mornings rise, And Noon, Till evening chores, Voice trailing on a common wind- O art thou far or near? Thy beauty is none of mine, An garden of delicate tendered- Wild Flowers, Blushed with touch I wonder lost overwelmed, Weary of the l...

I've read afew poems but they didn't really interest me just seem to ramble on about nothing important then i got to yours and it kept my mind happy seemed you impressed it with your wordplay good write

Compared to a fool, the king of fools who thinks not of what he has done but what he has yet to do. love has fondled me amongst my thoughts and poisoned my very lips, an tender kiss believing it to be yours oh forgive my foolishness. Charms died beneath the achings of my heart rebirthing it to it's ...