• What should poetry try to capture?

    8 answers · 3 days ago
  • Tell me not, in mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dream?

    Best answer: https://youtu.be/SBgQezOF8kY
    Best answer: https://youtu.be/SBgQezOF8kY
    12 answers · 2 days ago
  • YOUR LIGHT WILL ALWAYS GUIDE ME HOME?

    Best answer: I thought it would, it just took longer than I thought. XXX .
    Best answer: I thought it would, it just took longer than I thought. XXX .
    7 answers · 1 day ago
  • Whatcha think of this poem I wrote?

    Best answer: It’s good
    Best answer: It’s good
    5 answers · 5 days ago
  • A poem for critique.?

    Brothers You dare say to me I reap what I sow have I then mistaken pride for vanity? I'll brood on this to make clear in my mind will I discover what I've longed to be? And what of you dear brother are you not a petulant soul hiding it badly? Go home to your wife my sister-in-law do it willingly,... show more
    Brothers You dare say to me I reap what I sow have I then mistaken pride for vanity? I'll brood on this to make clear in my mind will I discover what I've longed to be? And what of you dear brother are you not a petulant soul hiding it badly? Go home to your wife my sister-in-law do it willingly, do it well and gladly. In any case, the night creeps in time to go I'm weary the day's been long at times unpleasant. Theres been laughter, truth with hidden tears and things I should have done that I didn't.
    6 answers · 2 days ago
  • Did Lizzie Borden really get away with the crime?

    She was arrested spent almost a year in jail was shunned by the world and rest of her life known as a murderer. so in a way she didn't get away with it. it completely ruined her life.
    She was arrested spent almost a year in jail was shunned by the world and rest of her life known as a murderer. so in a way she didn't get away with it. it completely ruined her life.
    4 answers · 2 days ago
  • Do you like my poem?

    The frisbee escaped my hand A few seconds premature The plastic scraping by and cutting So lightly, so invisibly The surface of my sweaty fingertips Slippery from the heat and laughter and carelessness Of time away from hallways. Cutting through the air The frisbee hovered near the trees Obscured by sunlight, I... show more
    The frisbee escaped my hand A few seconds premature The plastic scraping by and cutting So lightly, so invisibly The surface of my sweaty fingertips Slippery from the heat and laughter and carelessness Of time away from hallways. Cutting through the air The frisbee hovered near the trees Obscured by sunlight, I could only see A blue silhouette gliding And for a moment floating. Before it was absorbed in between golden, blinding leaves. Painting a portrait of watercolors The strokes not quite blended. My brother waited And so did I For what we expected from the earth Our glistening silhouette To return to the ground And rustle the leaves, shake up the dirt. Our eyes trying to scan the canvas But being thwarted by the beams. Our hands a silly tool. We did not want to forgive Or to accept this blinding reality Goodbye to our blue silhouette? Let the painters have their way. Blending the tangible Leaning towards Enigma.
    6 answers · 3 days ago
  • Is this poem about being undignified good?

    Dignity The Victorian mahogany shall carry the delicacies to-night, Adorned with subtle carvings, goblets frosted, the frigidity and stillness of a corpse, Splendid cutlery, china enameled pale, Calla lilies contrived into their most alluring form, Yet trembling under their stiffness. A man is sitting, his... show more
    Dignity The Victorian mahogany shall carry the delicacies to-night, Adorned with subtle carvings, goblets frosted, the frigidity and stillness of a corpse, Splendid cutlery, china enameled pale, Calla lilies contrived into their most alluring form, Yet trembling under their stiffness. A man is sitting, his cheeks thoroughly shaven, He sports a tuxedo, swathed in a satin cumberbund, His elegant windsor knot constrains the veins of his neck, Those shameful little creatures--why should their pain ruin the evening? The madam is taking her seat, Her silvery hair visibly stained by a foreign brown, Coiled like the intertwined body of a serpent, Her aura is stifled with deceitful fumes, Those ivory, aristocratic gloves choking her virtuous skin Which meant no harm at all. The Cala Lilies point longingly towards the window Where the tempest roars its fervent tune, Whether in pain or joy, The trees dance in raw harmony, Oscillating to and fro in the torrent of rain. The man stands up in disgust. “I do hope this undignified squall will not be of any harm to this most wondrous occasion!”
    6 answers · 4 days ago
  • Is this poem about Pandora's box good?

    Best answer: Overall I like this very much. But you asked for criticism so here goes: The archaic diction ("naught," "a-ringing") puts me off a bit. And are you sure you mean "sleight," or should that be "slight"? In a few places you use punctuation; in at least one place you use it... show more
    Best answer: Overall I like this very much. But you asked for criticism so here goes:

    The archaic diction ("naught," "a-ringing") puts me off a bit. And are you sure you mean "sleight," or should that be "slight"?

    In a few places you use punctuation; in at least one place you use it incorrectly; and in other places you omit punctuation. I see no rational reason for doing this. Either punctuate, or don't, or have a good reason for being inconsistent.

    One of the opportunities that free verse offers you is the ability to create interesting enjambments with line breaks. But except for "burying myself / into my sheets," I don't find any. "Traverse / the path," for example, is frustrating to me, because when I see the line break I think, "Hey, the poem is about to make some really cool metaphor involving 'traversing' something," but then when I see "the path," I'm let down, because yeah, of course a path is something you traverse; that line break doesn't give me or the language a new image, or a new metaphorcal way of looking at anything.

    But as I said, overall I like this a lot; I think it's worth continuing to work on.
    9 answers · 1 week ago
  • How do u spell the sound bye bye?

    6 answers · 1 week ago
  • What do you think of my group of haikus?

    1 The huge crocodile Angry at being disturbed chased the young gymnast 2 The feisty betta I scolded it for staring And it swirled about 3 My pet snake, Pinchy, Goes on adventures with me Guarding me from harm 4 The cat stared at her bathing suit, and then ran its claws down her bare back 5 The giant wasp... show more
    1 The huge crocodile Angry at being disturbed chased the young gymnast 2 The feisty betta I scolded it for staring And it swirled about 3 My pet snake, Pinchy, Goes on adventures with me Guarding me from harm 4 The cat stared at her bathing suit, and then ran its claws down her bare back 5 The giant wasp sped towards the bound teenager, stinging his bare butt
    4 answers · 1 week ago
  • How do I end this line for a poem?

    Best answer: “To whom I cherish more than summer sun" “To whom I cherish more than winter rain “To whom I cherish more than summer rain “To whom I cherish more than happiness “To whom I cherish more than freedom's bliss “To whom I cherish more than rain in spring “To whom I cherish more than any word. “To whom I... show more
    Best answer: “To whom I cherish more than summer sun"
    “To whom I cherish more than winter rain
    “To whom I cherish more than summer rain
    “To whom I cherish more than happiness
    “To whom I cherish more than freedom's bliss
    “To whom I cherish more than rain in spring
    “To whom I cherish more than any word.
    “To whom I cherish more than me or mine
    “To whom I cherish more than all I have
    “To whom I cherish more than health and wealth
    4 answers · 1 week ago
  • Does this rhyme?

    Best answer: Yes it does
    Best answer: Yes it does
    6 answers · 1 week ago
  • Metaphor about money?

    8 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • Would you please cc this poem on a monsoon rain?

    All night it rained, in sheets it poured, Lightning flashed and thunder roared; I trembled for my garden trees, that shuddered in the icy breeze. One was slight, not very tall, I hoped and prayed, she would not fall; For as the storm raged on and on, I prayed she'd make it until dawn. Then as the son rose,... show more
    All night it rained, in sheets it poured, Lightning flashed and thunder roared; I trembled for my garden trees, that shuddered in the icy breeze. One was slight, not very tall, I hoped and prayed, she would not fall; For as the storm raged on and on, I prayed she'd make it until dawn. Then as the son rose, blazing light, I found that she had found her might; For there she stood, quite safe and sound, Still standing strong, she stood her ground. With scarlett blossoms cherry bright, she blossommed in that dreary night!
    5 answers · 2 weeks ago