Poetry Pages

I read this over and over until i memorized it, then i recited it with my eyes closed so that i could see it in my head. i like the way your poem talks about poetry :mrgreen: what i got from this poem was the feeling that love poems can have any form of writing and still be just as beautiful to two ...

thank you as always bags, as soon as i think i have really found my self, that crazy b*tch in the mirror changes again!
Wblogan, your word make me search as much as the feeling in my poem!

in two forums...

Hide and Seek Looking always looking, searching inside, searching the tide through watery eyes scanning the skies floating over truth skipping over clouded lies looking always looking, someone tell me why. Lost , so lost in the black following the smell of blood and lilac, hands outreached ready to...

i like it. don't we all just wish the people in our lives would give us a punch list of what they need from us!

keep playing with punctuation. i know some people don't get it right now, when they read your work but some of the best poetry is composed of wordplay and odd punctuation!

creative.

isn't that the internal argument that all poets have, a poem pops in our head and we say "am i to busy to write it down....but what if its my next great one?" such a little piece of truth. i enjoyed it!

this poem is beautiful, i can really feel the lonelyness in the words. but the last line throws me off can you find another way to say "but no ones out to hear him" it's not as eloquent as the rest of the poem. but i really did like this one you could almost read it like a slow haunting song

Hide and Seek Looking always looking, searching inside, searching the tide through watery eyes scanning the skies floating over truth skipping over clouded lies looking always looking, someone tell me why. Lost , so lost in the black following the smell of blood and lilac, hands outreached ready to...

wow i don't even wanna think about that, my seven year old recently stopped calling me mommy at started calling me mom. not a big deal to most people but it shook me up

my babie are growing up so fast, this poem is so fitting to me now

it is kind rhythmic i guess but i would use spoons instead of bongos hahahahaha just kidding

i put this in two forums so if you see it again, you don't have to read it twice.... unless you want to

Nose candy Rock and roll baby! Lose control maybe forget all about what really happens forget all about the unhappiness rock and roll honey! spend up all the money tired of living tight, tired of doing right Give me dance, give me drugs, give me sweat all night rock and roll nasty! don’t wanna be cl...