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Well, I translate poems sometimes, and it helps the translator work better when you write the message in paragraph form. Then after translating it, you go back and give the poem from by dividing the lines. Not much, but you might want to try it.

one of the beautiful things about poems, is that they can transport you into the mood. if you read the alarm clock poem, it has a very distinct mood, as i see you all have picked up on. the idea of my poetry, is that it puts one in a place, where if they use their imagination, they can be...

oh, believe me, i was feeling it as i was writing it.:eek:

well, i decided to write a poem that no-one can debate... lol so here we are, the poem of the century... _____________________________ The Storm As the sky rolls on, today's weather changes, Mother Earth says 'hello' the wind blows, hot and wet today's weather changes, the sky grows...

Well, a good writing routine, should be accompanied by a good reading routine as well. It only makes sense.

thanks! ________________ The Lotus In fleeting sighs, I let go of the trappings Caught in my soul, For my days, Have imprinted on me, A way to keep them all. But to let go, Means to let subside These passions I foster. As feelings of peace take over, Deep in my being, The lotus slowly...

Somewhere Deep Inside Part of me is silently alive, It brings forth something vaguely remembered, Pulls it to the forefront of my mind, Like a cycling of my running memory. It brings forth something vaguely remembered, A look into the distant brought near, Like a cycling of my running memory...

would like to change line 11, of The Riddle Box, from 'How do I then live' to 'How am I to live' - seeing it was in the original poem, and was altered when I recited it by memory. The Riddle Box The box I've lived in For most of my life, Has now been opened And I see outside. Was it death...

You're very welcome. Stiggy

Here's another on a different subject altogether. _________________________ The Riddle Box The box I've lived in For most of my life, Has now been opened And I see outside. Was it death that showed me? Of course it was! For when I think of death, The box opens up. For death has showed me...

I totally dig the exerts, you have a wonderful way of writing. I get the sense that your writing has purpose and meaning, and I can only say that I feel like I'm sitting at the feet of a wise teacher. I'm glad that you changed paths in your career and decided to take up writing. And love the...

beautiful

thanks poppy, seems to touch you the way it does me. That is one of my all-time favorite poems I wrote, as it takes me again and again on a wonderful journey. Well, I wrote another over the last three days, and I can say, its finally came out as something worth sharing. enjoy...

Here's a little poem I'm writing now... Like the many clouds That coast in the sky, So too do my thoughts. And without a doubt, Each word that a see Carry me about.

you guys have written some great poetry. I especially liked the 'don't pick up the pieces of the jigsaw of pain' - very well put Gita V.Reddy. Also like: Master Love Learn from mistakes Don’t change completely Improvement is all it takes. Like that last bit by Summerflyte, because...

thanks, glad you liked it. The first poem, was inspired by a birth in the family. So, I just worked it into an ongoing metaphor for birth and the journey beyond. The second poem, has a deeper meaning too, where, metaphorically speaking, we just don't want to get out of bed sometimes. I'll...

Drifting Forever Into the Unknown Here I am, a drifter in space, My body weightless, ventures On, into the distant unknown, Where my very presence speaks To the emptiness, and gives it life From the pulse inside my vessel. Were it not for this once trepid vessel, I wouldn’t know the...

I felt pulled away. Thanks for sharing in such a cool way, with pictures and all. Really piqued the imagination.

I'm listening to myself think...

lol. That last one was golden! satire at it's greatest! Give yourself a pat on the back.