What do you think of this poem?
Look around you People wrapped in clutches of pain Tears perch on eyelid rims Blood dries feebly on rickety walls Stains the soft corner of a plum lip alike. Screams grate against bolted windows And fade at the threshold of veneered houses. And I know you think about them at night Heart pining, soul stirring Crippled under this weight of a world of pain And to this I say Pain may dwell in stubborn shadows But darling, Slip your fingers in mine Let me rain kisses over your wounds For, caged in your weathered bones is a warrior soul, fistfuls of sun Let's spread the warmth, love In this fight, you are never alone.
What do you think of this poem?
You turned the doorknob to my hollow existence years ago, plastering my collapsing walls with clusters of dark verse. An uninvited guest, you turned a visit into a vacation, smirking at the growing crevices in the ceiling muffled sounds at night growing into feral screams. You reveled in turning off the lamps, especially, the flickering ones. Day in and day out I purged your messes changed the locks. turned on the lights one at a time. Now the walls are speckless the noises have faded my house feels anew I got over your visit I got over you.
Girls, what do you think of this poem?
(http://allpoetry.com/poem/1381528) Alwayz And Forever Az I write Ill sing thiz song For the greatezt love Ive ever known To my heart you have the only key I beg of you never set me free I prayed to God for a love so true Now I realize He already knew In time my prayer waz answered the mozt wonderful woman HE BLEZZED ME WITH YOU What we share feelz so right To say I love you every night Wonderful momentz shared Preciouz memoriez still tell me you care I see your shadow Az I lay myself to sleep Dreamz of you oh so sweet In my heart I will keep Look into my heart my life Tell me what do you see? Can you feel the need the want az I To be your huzband you my wife Much joy and happinezz youve brought me If I had life to live again Id want to with you My lover my bezt friend Alwayz and Forever Ill love you till the end
What do you think about poets?
I think every person thinks. :)Poets think because they observe. They observe everything very finely and after observation and experience they jote down the result. And then they think how to write about it in very different way.If someone wants to do something different from others, then thinking helps them a lot.Thanks for A2A Anirudh Garg .I hope this answer is helpful for you.
What do you think this poem is about?
A guy who maybe was sad because they had broken up and once he saw her again that love he felt for her sparked up again.
What do you think about this poem? PLZ READ!?
Your poem's really good, but don't you think it resembles Raymond Wilson's The Midnight Wood? Maybe I'm too critical, but it also seems a bit contradictory- unless, of course, by cemetery opening, you mean opening as in gate, not opening ceremony (am i starting to sound weird?) Anyway, i really love the poem. Keep up the good work (even though stupid people like me say dumb things)!!!!!!
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.