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Sunday soldiers march down march upon frozen ground. Cavalier brutes mighty wall winter warriors standing tall. Gladiators battling in rain battle for yards to gain. Pursuit of righteous might pursue weakened foes tonight. Hesitant heroes final stand finally swept from the land. Defeated enemies fighting done Conquerors glorious war is won. Rate this: Share this: Like this: Like Be the first to like this post. Read Full Story

the day comes when breath heaves once and is gone increase of uprising and morosely easing into and then the stark vision of darkness and shape aged in a century until dust to know the earth again to where it flies and splashes harmoniously spins neatly joins the awesome pulse grasps knowledge ebbs slowly inward unknown there save newer land tilled and weeded again damp magnificent space and then again co-joined reality strengthened mightily one time in timeless beauty... Read Full Story

by Suzanne Saporito (guest blogger) I don’t know much about the formalities of poetry. I don’t know much about meter. The iambic and the penta meters will never stick within me so that I can express their ways to you. I can’t tell the difference between a metaphor or simile while I’m writing unless I look them up in a dictionary. Nor can I define the repeating sounds rhymes make within a lines delivery and truly, I don’t think much about it.   I don’t write the piece, the piece writes... Read Full Story

Should doubt high drift over my love for thee grey gloomy cloud, disconsolate, strong reign bleak darkened frown, portend deep misery, hide hearts resolve, beneath shadowed disdain. Should you feel, sudden cold breath of gloom, spate of fear, black scourge upon painted leaf, quick cruelly fade love, grim in abject doom, swift eclipse hopes hue, behind shaded grief. And would unshakable faith, far be blown, fiercely shook from loose grasp, once so near wither sweet loves blossom... Read Full Story

Revise Your Poetry! The first completed draft of your poem is only the beginning. Poets often go through several drafts of a poem before considering the work “done.” To revise: Put your poem away for a few days, and then come back to it. When you re-read it, does anything seem confusing? Hard to follow? Do you see anything that needs improvement that you overlooked the first time? Often, when you are in the act of writing, you may leave out important details because you are so... Read Full Story

Victor Obi Poetry is all about life. Every human activity revolves around the verses. For this reason it does not take much to be poetic. Expressions are made in order to leave behind impressions, be it good or bad. In the same vein poetry reflects mood; a good mood elicits positive thoughts and a melancholic mood evokes negativity. Poetry evolved from the mimetic theory that gives the reader an eye witness account of human character. Nature bestows the gift of miming on every soul that... Read Full Story

How is originality fostered? 1. By personal difficulties, particularly in childhood, that have been worked through. Analyse and meet these difficulties. 2. By unswerving self-honesty. Ask yourself: is this what you really hoped to write? Could you not dig deeper into the wellsprings of the poem? 3. By starting afresh, expanding your repertoire with new techniques and new themes. 4. By pacing yourselves, drawing up timetables of writing that extend and build on previous accomplishments... Read Full Story

Vocabularies not only reflect interests and fashions, but must be broadly effective in a contemporary setting. 1. That is the argument against poeticisms and out-of date words like thee, ’tis, maiden. 2. Words never possess wholly transparent meanings, but in the more affective poetry their latent associations, multiple meanings, textural suggestions and rhythmic power are naturally given freer rein. 3. The touchstone is always the intended audience. “Word too familiar, or too remote... Read Full Story

Each poet has his or her own way of composing poetry. Here are six interesting poetic m.o.’s: *The Roman poet Virgil was said to walk through his gardens all day long, and by sunset, if he’d had a good day at work, he had produced…a single line. *Elizabethan and Jacobean poet Ben Jonson said he would write out a prose paragraph stating the poem’s content, and then sit down and write the poem. Now that’s discipline! *Renaissance English poet John Milton went blind in 1651, yet he didn’t... Read Full Story

hotly blinding your tearful gaze this solemn haunting eulogy plays deep in your heart staunchly stays echoing empty in the soul it plays circles lonely at my feet and bays it shadows darker more dreary days corrodes the mind in so many ways rots the soul until my hope decays you terribly trap me within a maze a simple stroke of pen makes right forever casts cruel hatreds might so into depths from which it came then only dreams and smiles remain Rate this: Share this... Read Full Story