Today I actually put titles on my poems, because I hadn't before.
I don't have a favorite poet, mainly because I don't read very much poetry. If it's a book written in poetry, I like it, but otherwise, no.
Anyway.
You may critique/review it if you like. Or give feedback, etc. Actually, please critique it. And give feedback. Please, please, give me reasons for your opinions. I like in depth comments. (Who doesn't?)
Anyway(for the second time):
Here's the first.
Inspirat
âBe the change you want to see in the worldâ ~ Mahatma Ghandi
Life does not spring from death Freedom is not a force that breaks chains Love will not erupt from hate Power does not flow from weakness
You must make your life what it is be it happy or sad slow or fast light or burdened
You must have willpower to fight against what you do not want life does not happen, before your eyes while you watch and be lazy sitting on a couch eating Doritos
Yes, you may watch television and see what you think is life but you will never be exhilarated sitting down
You need to be the one standing at the edge of the cliff trying to keep your balance while someone is pushing you down You need to be the one rushing down the slope in makeshift skis trying to get away from your captors
No house will rise from the rubble if no one works to build it you will not eat if no food comes to your mouth
What you want will not happen if you do not make it so. (I was too lazy to finish the title)
Next one... I'm starting to feel that this is pointless, but whatever.
Memory
Oh gravity, thou art a heartless cow â¨To not let us float on breaths of air⨠We could hover⨠Controlled only by weightless lines⨠That connect us to the earth⨠Or we might fly free, lost within our atmosphere⨠With no weight, there is no here. â¨But with no weight, there will be no fear.
Without fear, life will be wonderful â¨We will whiz past all obstacles â¨All life-floats â¨And stay in space, without a care⨠We will never see anything else⨠Just clouds and stars and air
But we will have no-one to converse with⨠There will be nothing to see â¨Nothing to bring us back⨠To earth as we know it â¨And we will forget everything that we consist of Be it â¨Love⨠Or grief⨠Or happiness⨠Or even contentment â¨We will forget it all.
Oh gravity, thou art a heartless cow⨠But it is better to have no heart at all⨠Than to have one be broken⨠For losing emotion hides all weakness.⨠But then, where is the will to live? â¨With no gravity to push against you, you would not feel the need to â¨Stand.⨠With no heart to help you love, would it be your desire â¨To hold love on your own two shoulders?
There can never be a perfect fire⨠It will warm and illuminate⨠But it can also burn and ravage⨠Beautiful lands that are now so desolate⨠So be careful of your decisions, â¨Or you may take the bait.
Oh, jeez. That was bad. I'll try to fix that, but in the meantime....
3. Safe Place Hiding in my safe place, hiding with my eyes shut â¨no one can see me â¨I almost hear counting, but there is only silence â¨I know this isn't a game, but â¨I feel like smiling â¨The memories of running, of laughing â¨barely an echo in my mind Behind my eyelids I see flashing lights⨠But it's hard to know if they're really there.⨠I hear the wind⨠feel the air on my skin All is quiet.⨠This is the place⨠that I know⨠Where I am not scared⨠No one is hunting me⨠I am safe⨠I am quiet⨠I am at peace.
The money isn't worth the price I paid⨠These bills are grey and crinkled⨠They feel soft, like peach fuzz.⨠The green mint note isn't nearly so sharp⨠And I think it's going to rip
Come, Waiter, and serve me my fresh green notes,⨠crisp, smooth, and perfect for my wallet⨠I'll give you my old bills as payment â¨Is that worth it? No? Well, how about you call it. I thank you profusely â¨for currently you give me currency⨠of every kindâ" Euros, Francs, Dollars, Yen, Pounds.⨠Even in coins.⨠Clink, Clink, Clink. â¨These noises replace the sound of water dripping into the sink.⨠Instead of hearing the wind I hear paper rubbing together⨠Instead of hearing voices I hear a rush of metal, like a waterfall⨠Instead of hearing life,â¨I hear money⨠But, maybe I do hear life. â¨Now, money is my life.
Thank you! I'd almost lost all faith in people who had already said they liked my poems.
Aesop Wolf (âAesopâ is not my invention and I claim no ownership of the name.)
The wolf laughs with unrestrained glee At the sheep it knows it will slay The helpless lamb cries out a plea And the wolf begins to bay The moon howls back, a lonely tune The wolf settles into his snack But if only his stomach had enough room He'd be able to finish the task.
The title and the part about thinking in this poem are meant to correspond.
Donât Even Think About Changing
Those dark blue eyes Stare back at me What are you thinking, I wonder? You seem to have traveled to Paris and back To Tokyo, and beyond while sitting in a room with thousands of words reading through universes, abroad. So, what are you thinking? Are you thinking of me? Are you thinking of you? I will never know. But I do know this- you are who you need to be.
This is a haiku I submitted, but some people said It was wrong, because the syllables went 7-5-5, not 5-7-5. But I still think it's a good haiku, personally.
Cherry Tree
If this tree brings petals that Were our skin, we would Float on breaths of air.
I'll take some time to review those later, but for now can I just ask you if you're using microsoft word? Because the program employed by word is what makes these strange signs; just try to write on wordpad, it'll most likely revert to normal.
Ps: copying files from word to wordpad won't work, you really need to tap the '' signs in word for them to appear as such.
From a quick glance though, those seems to be quite good.
Unfortunately I do not have Notepad nor the ability to encode to Unicode. I also do not have the time, money, nor privileges to obtain this application.
However, I did find a way to solve my problem, however it was a bit late.
Oh! I found another one that I'd totally forgotten about. No one's posted after me.... Maybe it's because my poem is so wonderful that no one could compete. just joking, I know it's not very good. Anyway:
Flowing across my vision like choppy waves It is dark, it is black. It swallows my last memories of light This dark horse Flies across the world this nightmare She's tired, she's cold. Like a ghost, she soars through reality this ragged nightmare Then, a crash! And bright red light slices through my dream my sweet, gentle dream is no longer I am in a nightmare Where am I? I am back again on the beach where there is cold, salty spray Drenching this poor, sad nightmare Her mane and tale seem as if they are made of dark grey clouds that have been shredded with a cheese grater Her coat is a dull silver-black I can't see it though, through this nightmare, but I just know And a growing sound comes Overwhelming me with its might And I and this nightmare are returned home to a place where silence is everywhere and I am satisfied.
