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Soft Black NightSoft Black Night Cloud Soft Grey Snow Frost White Black Night-Day Black Bone Tree White Hair Head Man, White, Dead Soft Black BedSoft Black Night
by ~Highgreen
I didn't want to get out ofbed where I had sunken in to let the blankets be my skin so I could lie as innards do encloistered in the steaming goo between the ribs of box spring coil tween the ribs of box spring coilI didn't want to get out of
by ~Highgreen
Child's SongMy father's hands are big, and cold. A million papers do they hold. And every leaf, though built to tear, is like a rock while in his care.Child's Song
The things of mine my fingers grasp persist in turning into ash. Though cozy dwellings were my aim, a fire pit they all became.
My mother's skin is soft and warm, but 'neath my fingers, scars there form, and as she smolders, struggles not, as one who knows it is her lot.
You see, you see, that I, your kin though not by choice, am Hurt, and Sin. And, like my fathers, each in turn will grow, and li
by ~Highgreen
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Out the windowI look upon an empty road where concrete rollsOut the window
in dry spools of gray.
Wires criss-cross like spilt vermicelli hung in air. Cats prowl in narrows, dust rises, and the day
smells like a grave - blank, supine, where one by one all voices die.
by ~csbhagya
A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words, wealthy wreaths of wisdom, on paper never torn or worn. You have etched your passions on my brow.A Legacy of Wisdom
You have left this wallowed world victorious; eyes resplendent with the wisdom you wrote and wrought. Your passions shall echo in my ears unto eternity.
And should I stray into some sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know
that Lear’s been there before, and
I’ll not swoon.
And if Hades’ doors open up before my stranded soul, and scorch it with th
by *Leurindal
Dickinson Crescendotea leaves, the lake dry, the birds ahead, up in the sky, cats along the fences edge lady in white waits to be wed so sits she in little room while flowers bloom, lovers croon - until the day the friar say she passed away... Miss Emily a gravestone reads but does deceive for you see married was she her loving groom – poetry tut tut tut tee hee heeDickinson Crescendo
by ~johnfinch
Lesson 1 - Basics of MeterQUOTE OF THE DAYLesson 1 - Basics of Meter
“Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation. Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.” - Robert Frost
As Robert Frost is saying, meter and rhyme are not the most important parts of writing. They are the most intricate when creating poetry, but poems can be written without them. I began my poetry with free verse, and gradually became more and more fi
by ~Professor-Flare
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