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  I've created a poem in my English studies, but I need help creating a gripping metaphor that suggests that I am imperfect like everyone else?

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  What's your favorite poem?

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  What is your favorite Robert Frost poem?

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  "The Last Word of a Bluebird"

  When first read as a boy it sounded like a fanciful (comical even) meeting between a man and a talking crow.  Read again as a young man it speaks to how children deal with loss and the passing of time.  Read in middle age age it is clearly about grieving and the human need to believe in rebirth and renewal.

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  What is the best poem written in response to big tech censorship?

  Silicon Valley be damned!

  Down with censorship!

  No more accounts banned!

  Join the apprenticeship.

  Avenge the 70k "QAnons."

  Silicon valley will burn.

  Purge Twitter Decepticons

  For free speech we yearn

  Silicon valley is forever rotten

  Their existence will be forgotten

  Banished from existence for eternity

  Only then can America have liberty

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  Did my Father really write this poem?

  A World Of Angry Men

  What is this world of man and beast

  that cares for each other not in the least

  This angry world of war and hate

  and an atom death that is our fate

  What happened to man with his peace and love

  and his awed respect for his God above

  That happy world of the days gone bye

  where children could play and need not cry

  Yes, what happened ti this world of man and beast

  that cares for each other not in the least.

  By GRJann

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  What is your love story ? Does it end happy ? ?

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  is my poem any good?

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  The fact that you enjoyed writing it is a good sign. I encourage you to keep following your joy. That said, on with the constructive criticism.

  There is an overuse of descriptive words. It becomes more redundant then imaginative. There also doesn't seem to be a clearly defined purpose.

  You may know the reason you wrote it and the meaning behind it, but your poem should be able to convey that to your audience. I have no clue what you are talking about and why.

  You sacrificed a lot of impact to use those big descriptive words. You missed opportunities to rhyme. The structure seemed to be you just going from one short description to the next, without adding to an overall picture. Meaning it's hard to see how each line connects.

  So my advice to you if poetry gives you joy is to work on ways to serve the audiences understanding of what you are expressing, rather than just speaking from your own secluded perspective. Make it relatable. And work on rhyme schemes so that there is more flow to your piece. Make the structure of your poem more progressive, so that each line adds to the last, enhancing the overall meaning and potency of the poem. Also prioritize what you use descriptive words on. Highlight what is important to the meaning, and let what is not assist the flow and structure. Finally, study the art of poetry in depth, and apply what you learn. There are many ways to make your work more creative. Wordplay, metaphors, and various other ways to keep your poem from getting stale or repetitive. 

  Aside from all that, don't let anyone discourage you from doing what you love, and keep love as your inspiration for all you do, for nothing can be mastered without it. Not yourself, and not your gifts.

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  What does each stanza mean in nathaniel hawkins' "My low and humble home"? I've been researching and there are no resources for it:(?

  Onward I press'd with eager feet,

  And War's dread thunder still would greet

  My reckless ears. Where'er I trod,

  I saw the green and verdant sod,

  Turn red with blood of slaughter'd foes,

  And Fury veil'd in smoke arose.

  I gain'd the envied height; and there,

  I sigh'd for that lone cottage, where

  The early hours of life flew by,

  On wings of youthful ecstasy.

  Too late I found that Glory's ray,

  Could never bring one happy day.

  only these stanzas please THANK YOU VERY MUCH

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  Do you write poetry in a journal or on a computer/laptop/tablet?

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  Comment on my poem?

  Maniacal laughter with his face

  In the shotgun shells

  Always within close reach

  Sit up and check her text

  10 bucks if you speak

  Across the street

  They pull up to see

  To see the lights go out

  Pupils die late and adjust

  Pump action cross both shoulders

  We strecth in with the beat

  As the wind begins to howl

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  can someone make a poem about a cow called boy?

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  What do you think about the poem "Redemption?"?

  Redemption

  Apples fall to gravity,

  And hit humanity. Which

  Came first and fell last?

  Seek the reddest apple,

  For its labor of beauty.

  The One prized Above!

  Who can reach the sun,

  During the darkest night?

  In a time of sticks and stones,

  Krishna reveals warnings,

  The signs in Kali Yuga.

  If your ears hear salvation,

  The Golden Age comes

  And lights the wretched

  State of naked beings. 

  Bright fire of eternity!  

  From these flames to ashes,

  Another apple tree grows,

  For the hungry thinker.

  Apples fall to gravity.

  The Golden Age comes

  And lights the wretched

  State of naked beings.

  Bright fire of eternity!

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  Is my favourite poem rudyard Kipling’s if Still relevant today?

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  Yes, because it tells the basic rules of life.  In fact, the older that I get, the more of the poem that I understand.  

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  How would you personify colours?

  What personality would different colours have? 

  (e.g, red = hot headed etc)

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  Do you like to write poetry?

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  nope, nor read it ......................................

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  Poetry Help?

  I wrote a poem for my Creative Writing class and I used the simile, "Like a deer in the headlights." My teacher said I shouldn't use that because it's too much of a cliche. Any ideas of a replacement that still conveys the shock and horror? It has to be a simile.

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  What do you think of this haiku?

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  Very nice! Traditionally, haiku are about nature, but I've always felt that haiku about other subjects are cool, too.

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  I need feedback on poetry I received from a special someone. Tell me the meaning of what you think it means? What you understand and like. ?

  (Never existed )

  To forget you would be like 

  Time never existed 

  Like humans never existed

  And God never made the heavens and 🌎 

  In 6 days and rested on the 7th

  For time only gives way to time 

  And time can only be replaced with time 

  Because time is the most valuable 

  And space can never be replaced if there's nothing there to take its place 

  So to forget you would be like dying 

          Or never existing at all

  Never Existed #2

  Times pasted do to the time passed 

  between the space Of the time 

  it takes to move or replace 

  What you left behind 

  or what you let get away 

  Vanished without a trace Images in visions Of Invisible smiles turned upside down 😞 sad Face clown

  Still yet to be found but still remains A frown

  As deserts swales sands Poor through hands as the hour glass pours through or time has come to an end 

  In the Circle were lip lay lying Secrets Whispered gives way To loose ears Betrayed by word Loyalty fears and ears can no longer hear what the eyes can't see Imaginary visions Are not real but just a dream

  In side the shape love could never be Drownded out by the sea of lips and ear that can't talk look hear or see time never ends it just keeps going but with this last poem to ( I NEVER EXISTED) only our time goodbye 👋

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  The 14 lines of a Shakespearean sonnet are made up of ?

  A- two quatrains and a sestet

  B- two octaves and a volta

  C- an octave and a sestet

  D- three quatrains and a rhyming couplet

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  Any1 know any CLEAN poetry eBooks?

  Does anyone have any clean Kindle Unlimited poetry books to offer? I prefer it to be free of cursing, more about life and not overly religious in nature. Anyone know of any? :-)

  5 Answers5 months ago