Poetry Pages

Thanks for the bump Heinzs! It's appreciated.

Slayer, thank you very much for your kind words. I'm glad you liked it.

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As the leaves rustle, high above, offering a protection from the blazing sun, the wind is naught but a soft breeze, turning the pages of time. The blanket is soft, warmed by the rays, tenderly it carresses the ground below. Birds fly in the hidden sky, their song a distant murmur. Hours pass with no...

My favourite poem would be "Jabberwocky" Because of the memories it stirs up of a summers day in my living room with my dad. I was seven-ish and knew it off by heart. (There were also figurines involved ina re-enactment of it. Hehe XD) My favourite poet, however cheesey this may sound is my dad. His...

Glad to have been of help!
I really like your work and hope to keep reading it and if wanted and necessary helping it develop.

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Hey, I love the emotion in this poem however I think a few things could be tweaked to help the flow and meaning. Here are a few of my thoughts: That never really said what we really feel I think one of the 'really's should be changed or removed. She said I was perfect Rare does a man like me appear ...

I agree, Drew should get it!

Thank you all!
Such warm praise, and for one of my lesser poems.

Thanks again for your kind words.

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Dear You, I am sorry for not sharing my troubles, but the darkness of your world was suffocating me. Your mind flies through the deepest parts of the universe before once agaion revealing the truth that is me. My memories, are yours. You free me less often than you used to. Do you not need me anymor...

Dear Me, Did I scare you away? Did you find my thoughts too dark to frequent? I wish you'd've told me, I didn't realise you'd gone until this morning when you didn't greet me as I woke. Instead it was an empty room, an empty mind and an empty heart. The sun was weak, it's faint tendrils of warmth di...

Yay! Well done Ninian!

She looked out at the bleak, grey city. The rain ran down the window, creating little patterns like rivers, it was a dark day – too dark. She huddled up on the window seat her knees pulled in close. She sat for hours, just looking. The people moved on the street far below like ants on a tree branch....

Thanks,
I like this one. Though I think there's definite room for improvement, maybe make it even eerier? (Is that a word?)

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Dumping her woolly ‘Shaun the Sheep’ bag by the back door, Samantha Leigh returned home after the worst week ever! It was Friday at about 4 in the evening. No one was home. The house was silent. Tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes, her eyelashes stuck together. Her lower lip was bright red; she’...

Thank you Debbie.

Much appreciated.

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Thank you all of you for your support.

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