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The poet is just around the corner

Unveil the dormant poet that lies within you.
Come on under this title.
Tell us your poetry.
Short or long, epic or romantic, prose or verse, black or white, harsh or singsong, …
We listen to you.

30 comments - page 3

  • The life that I have
    Is all that I have
    And the life that I have
    Is yours.


    The love that I have
    Of the life that I have
    Is yours and yours and yours.


    A sleep I shall have
    A rest I shall have
    Yet death will be but a pause.


    For the peace of my years
    In the long green grass
    Will be yours and yours and yours.
  • The life that I have
    Is all that I have
    And the life that I have
    Is yours.


    The love that I have
    Of the life that I have
    Is yours and yours and yours.


    A sleep I shall have
    A rest I shall have
    Yet death will be but a pause.


    For the peace of my years
    In the long green grass
    Will be yours and yours and yours.
  • The life that I have
    Is all that I have
    And the life that I have
    Is yours.


    The love that I have
    Of the life that I have
    Is yours and yours and yours.


    A sleep I shall have
    A rest I shall have
    Yet death will be but a pause.


    For the peace of my years
    In the long green grass
    Will be yours and yours and yours.
  • The life that I have
    Is all that I have
    And the life that I have
    Is yours.


    The love that I have
    Of the life that I have
    Is yours and yours and yours.


    A sleep I shall have
    A rest I shall have
    Yet death will be but a pause.


    For the peace of my years
    In the long green grass
    Will be yours and yours and yours.
  • To tiazora


    Oops a daisy! * tiazora, * you are a dove.
    Oh yes daisies * will blossom out * into sweet love
    When you will lie * six feet under * for ever done.
    ****


    (* = a daisy)
    ----------------------
    To Gee


    Ref.: Fancy Report of Funky Friday posted 09/29 15:03.


    I absolutely agree with the moral of your poem.
    To get rid of down-to-earth minds and hand-to-mouth concerns that most earthlings are featuring, the GymGlish users should indulge in poetry.
    How does poetry lead to serenity and wisdom?
    It doesn't work as a jab into your brain. It's a matter of reflection.
    A friend of mine going by the name of James Felton once upon a day said that the writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
    Poetry is a bridge between people and a springboard to metaphysical world.


    But I absolutely disagree with the quatrain that comes just before the puzzling Bruno Delavigne's poem quotation.
    You stumbled there both over grammar and over feet!
    Considering the high level of your poem, I wonder why that quatrain is completely off the mark. Not with its meaning but with its dressing.
    Would it be that you wanted to shade a bit in order to highlight the best Bruno's poetic enigma?
    You shouldn't go this way, Gee. Don't forget that many users of this forum are students in English. The beginners can be mislead by your mistakes.
    Therefore I take the liberty to suggest a revised version of that quatrain. It's up to you to take it... or leave it for one of your own.


    Here is the master piece
    That we will never cease
    To tell again again
    To jab it in our brain.


    No offense intended, Gee.
    Waiting for your reply.
    G.A.
  • Of course I agree, spiritual being!
    About the mistakes, say, I did it on purpose.
    The double negation was to check friends on this forum. Only true friends will correct me, others don't care.(*)
    And the missing foot out of six was to trigger readers' care for writing impeccable verses.


    (*) are others "false friends" or "unfaithful friends" or "not at all friends" ???


    Now, Angel, between you and me, (please don't tell a soul!) I did it out of cowardice.
    When the negations came on my mind by two I couldn't feel up to cut one off.
    When a foot escaped from the verse I lost heart to chase after it.


    Hope this will suit you!
    Peace out.
  • A Moaning Victim…


    Volcanoes shaking our soul
    Insecurity, injuries and death
    Oh, God! Help us to endure
    Let us dream of peace and strength
    Emit love and happiness
    No more killing, destruction
    Casualties or despair
    Ease our spirit, relieve our sadness..
    Hiba..


    (if u read it twice,you can notice that all the first words of each verse ,united together,constitue the word 'VIOLENCE')
    thank u ^^...
  • What a smart move, that acrostic, Héra!
  • thx u Lucky bastard..i do really appreciate your comment..!ciao^^
  • Hiya Hiba héra bella carissima,


    4 u here r some words taking shape of an acrostic.
    C u around
    :-)
    G


    How does she trot along
    In her skirt not that long,
    Brisk, merry, her sing-song
    Appealing for the throng?


    - Who is she? Take a guess.


    How many are they all around?
    Eagerly watching, they abound.
    Rakes as good boys, raving it up,
    At the hottie they will act up.


    - What a godsend! Oh my goodness.

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