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The Falcons Flight Far, far above the clouds Against the setting sun A falcon flies alone. Soaring in the wind I hear his lonely cry So sad must he be. Riding the silent wind The falcon flies alone. Reaching out with his wings Grasps the empty sky. Riding the silent wind Never can he rest. What is within his heart None can ever know. Lonely falcon in the empty sky. I walk along the deserted country roads Walking by my side You are always there. I feel your loneliness Lonely must you be. Crickets whispering In the grassy fields. You walk there by my side You walk the path with me But you never say a word Never do you speak. What is within his heart None can ever know. Here inside this heart That walks its path alone The sadness of one Who is always alone. feel free to make any changes. rate out of 5 please
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You brought me sunshine when I only saw rain, You brought me laughter , When I only felt pain. Romantics at heart? Love at first sight? Have I known you before? God! This feels so right. Have I met you before ? Nother' time, nother' place, If it's only one night , Will it bring us disgrace? What are these feelings? Must they be temporary? Just to make you happy, seems so necessary. I want you to know, that I'll never forget, Knowing your smile~ your kisses~and yet~ Dreams are something that can't always come true, Nothing more we can say, Nothing more we can do.
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the devil inside when noone's their just beware of the darkness that hides inside it slowly creeps up as you loose controle you feal like the devil just took over your sole hammers swords bats and knifs these all can be used in a slautoring fight allyour friends become your enimies one bye one you stab slice beat and berry them as i drop to my feet drink this bottle of bleech and say good bye world this is the end of me
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I think expression is great in any form. My one critique is that since you use rhyme and slant rhyme you should probably revise to make each line have the same amount of syllables. That will give it more rhythm. Alternatively you could keep the blank verse, but do not worry about the end of the lines rhyming. Those are my opinions though. It seems like a good portion of a longer poem. I encourage you to add a few more lines, perhaps 4, and roll with that if you want.
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Please feel free to critique. Be honest. Tell me what you feel or interpret. What u liked or didn't like? Is it good enough to get published? UNCHAINED In this cold, enormous world Plagued with madness and misery, I weave a little world of my own, And escape. Composed by Rishikaysh © 2006 Rishikaysh. ps: please also check out my other poems by clickling on my name.
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Stay Out of the Rain I woke up alone Under rain’s dome Thunder moaned Flashes, lights, stones Heavens fell upon me No revelation to see The way of the world can be Locked with a bent metal key The man of gold sings aloud The penny man not proud Funny where they are now Where insane men howl Exchanging extremes, say “Have a nice day, Stay out of the rain!”
What do you think of poetry?
I wonder what facet of poetry you refer to - it’s impact? It’s unity? The tangible rhyme scheme and meter of it? I will just assume all of the above and allow myself to ramble ;)Poetry, to me, is the life spring of human language. Of course we require the oceans of vocabulary and the rivers of practical speech to carry our day to day interactions. But oh, bliss of heaven! to tap into those hidden mountain springs of tranquil and ferocious thought..Poetry is beautiful for its rawness. The rawness of poets like Poe, simultaneously enraptured and terrified by the power of the dark. The rawness of Longfellow and the epic power of his meter (The Seaside and the Fireside). The rawness of dear Lord Byron, sweetly melancholic and aching for all the pain and pride of living..Poetry is unifying. At the core of every human soul pangs the longing for something greater. As a Christian myself, I know this ache in me to be the longing for Heaven. We long to play an integral part in this human drama, and poets from all ages and nations, centuries and backgrounds, they capture and reflect this exquisitely through the language of the life spring. The more poetry I read, the more open I am to different kinds. I’ll read a poem and think to myself, “Oh, how scattered… this is too harsh for my liking.” And then I remember the uniqueness of the soul behind the writing, and the message being sent with a vulnerable spirit, and I see it suddenly in new color. Look into The Poetry Foundation. You just might like what you find.