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How to write more poetry
It made me
Go with the flow...
 "Keep a pen and paper with you all the time."
How I did it: Whenever a rhyme turned up in my head, I wrote it down. Even if it was a bunch of incoherent lines. I didn't complete every poem. I just wrote whatever came to my mind. If I had a blck, I left it and went back to it another day. Some days I write 2 poems a day, sometimes it takes me 2 weeks to get one down. Lessons & tips: Don't plan it. Let it just happen. The only important thing is that when something comes up in your head, make sure you have some way of noting it down so that you don't forget it. Resources: Pen, Paper, A cellphone for saving random lines as a draft in case I didn't have pen and paper.
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LifeOnTheBeach this place is not so bad
How I did it: I just sat and let it flow naturally. You cant force poetry and it doesnt have to rhyme. it was, for me, like the telling of a story but with elegance and romance. I wrote the poems for a friend on her birthday. One was entitled "The Magic Within" in which a wrote about making your life beautiful even though you may have lost someone close. The other was entitled "I Will Share" in which I wrote about the joy my cat brings to her and how w… Read how I did it…
Bigmighty is wasting time in the Net.
How I did it: Whenever I felt the inspiration, I opened the file where I keep all my poetry and wrote. If needed, I re-wrote and edited the poem later. sometimes I created several versions of the same poem until I was satisfied with it. Read how I did it…
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How I did it: Sometimes I sat down and thought about what to write, how to word things or describe them. Other times words just seem to flow. I've written many in minutes. I like using metaphors and unique ways of telling a story that make you think, rather than giving it away at a glance. Read how I did it…
Jesse Guardiani is plotting his next move!
How I did it: Just sit and write what comes to mind. Try to make it unique. Rhyme isn't necessary. I prefer rhythm. I also like to abstract ideas. So if you think of happiness, think of an object that makes you happy and write that instead, as placeholder for the happiness. Read how I did it…
days and nights alone
work on hopes and dreams
like death
poisoning potent feelings
that in time
wither to indifference…
given no sustenance to grow,
wishes fall off the tree of would be>
rivulets of “might” run dry on beds diverted,
by dams of “ought” and “should”...
the drought of “maybe”
waits for rain
only1oLIVia it's your life! what you gonna do?
Mountains overshadow
me
And I am left standing
small
discouraged,
Yet loving him.
Heat steams off her form
infra red auras
halos her shape in larger and greater circles
from a look…
just a look…
from her lover
Passion rises from her heart
flaming cheeks
burns her eyes into amber orbs of fire
from a smile…
just a smile…
from her woman
Luminescent bodies
bathed in silky, sexy heat
Entangle one another
(in form, both spiritual and physical)
Glowing, shining shapes
derived from oneness more than anything
Find comfort in the thirst that is shared
(in body, both heart and mind)
And pain sits still, just for a moment-
Lets them have this breath
Before the darkness covers them…
But they don’t know it.
They’re sleeping now.
I wait for you…
Every fiber of my being quivering from anticipation
My heart beating out your rhythm.
I hold you in my memories…
Cradling you in my thoughts
Rocking away the pain of loneliness.
I wait for you…
Mind refusing the conclusion that you’re not coming
Blessing your warm eyes that promise return
Estelline I can't form a single lucid thought.
You held me in sight
For the first time
I thought I was seeing the sun light
Backing up against the wall through the
Biggest dark night I ever saw
And the tips touched every bit
The vastness took my breath away
I didn’t know the night
Could ever look in such bliss
When all I remembered was when the sadness
Struck me first
The Venetian curtains billow around
Waving their tips so they won’t touch the hollow
Ground
The whisper in their movements
To wield me away
Stuck to their chains
A metal device far too human to be explained
We are not grown-ups
So don’t ask me for a reason when
I decide to break down
And sing sad verses back to the moon
kosmicdancer77 Is thinking of someone I've loved for 44 years
Blessed animus of divine reflection,
You emerged from the depths
Of an ancient shadow
To embrace me in my dreams.
As I swim the oceans of your eyes,
Beauty and self realization become mine,
Adoration flames my trembling heart and
My soul rejoices in the awakening dawn…
When I met you,at last I sew,
Like a free bird, at last I flew.
There’s a strange feeling, that already grew,
I’m hoping that, I wish you knew.
You let me free from darkness,
You ease the feeling of loneliness.
You make me stronger to all my weakness,
You set me free from emptiness.
You, brighten up my day,
You even help me, find my way.
Being with you, is all I can say,
In your arms, I want to stay.
Even though, I want to send,
That my love, will never end.
Maybe,it’s so hard to pretend,
I’m afraid to loose you, as my good friend.
kosmicdancer77 Is thinking of someone I've loved for 44 years
Night Things
Midnight demons slashed her brow,
Rattling undead bones within.
Shards of broken dreams
Trashed her sunken pillow.
On starless moors she feared night things…
The scarlet priestess combed the city,
Searching for her platinum veil.
Adrift at sea the fisher king,
Trawled his net of shipwrecked souls.
Lovers locked in twilight limbo,
All hopes of dawning lost
Till the prince of light blazed into port,
And slayed her fear of night things…
kosmicdancer77 Is thinking of someone I've loved for 44 years
Here are a couple of poems I wrote…
The Outsider
Standing on edge of the neon night,
Tangled in a web of frustration,
A faded reveler riding a broken carousal
Feeds upon the feast of regret.
Neath the rusted eye of the mango moon,
Hopperesquely peering through night windows,
His squalid thoughts bow to the keening zephyr,
Soughing hotly among the cypress.
Remnants of blue swampwater creep rhythmically through
Open doorways of smoke choked taverns,
White lightening kisses in deep purple shadows
Arouse green passions in garbage strewn alleys.
The outsider huddles deeper into the chasm of youth
Gathering the cloak of maturity tightly around him
As his dejected thoughts wither along with his escaping manhood…
Everlasting Love
Our fate was cast by the Gods of yore,
On a perfumed breeze in the morning of time.
Expelled life dust of June’s inception
Resurrected September’s slumbering shadow.
Fleet-footed paramour of the night
Robed in a web of dreams,
Stirring my soul with long forgotten pleasures,
Of our primeval tryst.
Parallel hearts denuded of censure,
Resplendent in adoration
Wed one to the other for time everlasting…
More to come…
Hermes13 wants to Participate in PostCrossing
buy more clothes
marry the one I love
be successful
stop worrying so much
Run a marathon - again
build my own website
take a transatlantic cruise
hug a tree
walk in the rain
Find my abs
look at the stars
Figure out my major
Tidy my room and keep it that way
Learn Flemish
get a tatto
make my grandmother proud
myrawska wants to read a new book every week
start my own clothing line
age photos of people
finish learning Japanese
record my own cd
Become Financially Independent
save a life
have a rock band
Natoko wants to write a book and have it published
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