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A way of expression, thought, opinion and fact,
a voice that says anything you want it to say. A melody, a song, a rhythm of soft sounding wind in the air. To me, it is a way to release stress and tension. It is a melody that’s so sweet you can't resist not to read or listen to Poetry defines you and who you are, anything you've been through, your emotions, and your life. It's up to you to find the words and let your voice be heard! Posted by ♥Alicia
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Mar 22, 2008 4:31 PM |
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So true sista & so this is what i think why i write poetry.
(Write On Write Or Wrong!) Write on! Write untill my fingers hurt and my hands become swollen. I write on fore it is a legacy that I and my fellow writers would prefer to leave to this world. Write on! Write of love and of hate,but you might like to write about much;more than straight. It is what drives me,it is what revives me,it is what it is and i've made peace inside me. Nobody understands me,my friends think i'm "batty". I write untill there's no ink by then i'll be unhappy. But write now there's cloud 9's all about my presence. I write about writing words in all of their essence. Write on! I'll write untill the very bright of my light's gone. Write or wrong;I could not find a trace of the place i've based my life on. I write up in the morning every night and noon. I write constantly;I am write consumed. Posted by Gary Brown
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Mar 31, 2008 12:54 AM |
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(The Writer)
The Writer Printable Favourite For me the real problem with writing is that my work often speaks for itself, away and free from any of my self imposed criticisms words seem to take on a personality and life of their own,so that even i am forced to step back and view them from a non-nostalgic distance. Still close enough to realize that they stem from my mind,heart and hand but also far enough to recognize that my pen was guided by some other and ultimately higher influance. Although i'm not without a few talents of mine own,such as;such as perserverance for one. It might be said of me in generations to come;"oh the writer we know of him,they had poisoned him but he wrote,they had stabbed him several times but he wrote,finally they drowned him but still he wrote." My ability to infuse sarcasm and day to day experiences with "original thought" to say nothing about my commitment to penmanship. For instance i'm no great speaker and would count myself more readily among writers but at present,the only obligation i have towards anyone who knows me personally would be acknowledgement "hi and goodbye",because the sooner i am left alone the better,the writer." Posted by Gary Brown
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Mar 31, 2008 12:59 AM |
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thanx^^
ur two poems are nothin but beautiful and unique. U r a great writer, and u use such engaging words, keep on writing!!! Posted by ♥Alicia
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Mar 31, 2008 1:25 PM |
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Amen Alicia, I tell everyone that they are all poets, they just haven't found that inner voice or think that you have to use big words and rhyme, So not true, poetry to me is the truest form of expressing who you are and how you are, or should I say were, feeling at the moment you wrote the poem. I'll leave ya with one of mine
A SALESMANS LIFE I was not delivered into this world in failure Nor does failure course through my veins I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shephard I am a lion I will hear not those who weap and complain For their disease is contagious The slaughter house of failure is not my destiny. Posted by Todd
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Apr 4, 2008 11:49 PM |
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thanks^^
ur poem is very lovely and tells a lot. u r so right, poetry doesn't have to rhyme at all, now that i think if it all tells a story, but some are harder to unfold than other. keep on writing and expressing urself. Posted by ♥Alicia
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Apr 5, 2008 5:10 PM |
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True poetry does not have to rhyme btu sometimes it's good to be the master of what you're writing.So me personally i like to try different things when i'm writing.Here's an example.
(Shortfall) A hand where friendship would be recieved A tale where truth could be believed In arms where love should be concieved Embraced ’till all that’s good’s achieved. How many times have we embarked? On quests much less than breasts apart How often would you test my heart? I’ll not supress my next remark. Indeed we’ve reached our comfort zone To sit with this the trumpet’s blown If not to us the number’s known? We’ve not been shown the undertone. Posted by Gary Brown
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Apr 9, 2008 1:46 AM |
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oh that's really good thouhg it rhymes it's not simple it's complex and says alot, i undertand what u mean.
Posted by ♥Alicia
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Apr 13, 2008 12:45 PM |
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I love this poem, Gary. It is very powerful.
I haven't come up with any poetry lately; I have writer's block. Any ideas? Posted by Katie E
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Apr 14, 2008 12:51 PM |
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