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 Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 12:10 am
Fear can often inhibit a destiny we desire. Writing poetry can help us get things of our chest and help us realise whats holding us back. When I write poetry i will usually just write and let the creative juices flow. When I finish i will usually read it, interpret it and give it a title. Sometimes poetry can let us know what is holding us back, what to concentrate on, and where we want to go. There is a myriad of possibilities that poetry can open. I encourage anyone to write a poem under this subject and try think of a title that explains or articulates it. I think it can give a small picture of your talent... everyone has creative talent that can enhance who we are and where we want to go.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 12:24 am
Sailing Feather
intrepid thoughts lead to waiting moments
moments that flow then often stop
dead in its tracks is a myriad of stained glass
and piercing through can often seem impossible
but thoughts can provoke a generational shift
a cosmic dance that desire waits for
longing to be recognised can be harsh
lonely times are often broken
sometimes only fleetingly
I crack through my introspective thoughts
realisation of hope soon entails
a crack can make an impression
rising or falling what will be, soon becomes
razz
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 6:41 pm
Unkown
Pacing between thoughts as if you'll lose the memories
Realizing the dreams (his familiar laugh) may one day fade...
One day these sparks will refrain from showing the visions
Brought to life at a familiar place, in a familiar way...
Time pulls at the stiches of a young man as his life ends
Another one glows, untouched by this tragic tale...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:53 am
nice... i think i picked up it was a lil about transition... very thought provoking...
Zaphiah
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 12:00 pm
Yours sounded like that too. ^_^ I enjoyed the paragraph yet free form of yours.
Honestly mine was kinda about transition but the transition in two differant peoples lives. My brother had died about 2 months prior to me posting that so I was writing about how one person can continue living - unaware of such sorrow, while others try to move on - keeping that sorrow hidden.
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