Analysis of Form and Technique
As a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.
It is a great poem! I translated it to Indonesia language for my homework and I got an A! Thanks for your work! Although its a bit hard to understand it in my language its perfect.
in Sonnet Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.
Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.
Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.
And thus the small summit embodies white.
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in Earth Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
Can earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,
And sudsy waters have become unfit,
And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn
With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?
This poem made me feel like I can once more cry for our poor Earth. Why do we have to do what we do? And to our surprise, tigers, wolves, mountain lions, and many other predators are blamed...
in Earth Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
She came with warning but could not be tamed.
We packed our things and stored them tight,
And headed for shelter anticipating this night.
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Analysis of Form and Technique
A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets
in Beach Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
The sun rises higher and higher, like a blossoming flower, as the children play...
Beach, Beach, Beach
The zephyr catches my skin like a wide receiver playing football...
Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
Being involved with the aspects of nature is the best thing ever. It's so beautiful, peaceful, and calming. It gives the creative person his tranquility, and it can be his muse. It's full of...
in Alone Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
My pain and misery fall from the sky
So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by.
Surrounded with memories of what could have been,
The hatred screams under my skin.
I could relate perfectly to every line and the heart of the author. What astonished me is the fact that when you pour your heart into a poem, you have still not let it out. The circumstances...
Analysis of Form and Technique
I remember
Planes flying low
Smoke from the towers
Cries from the injured
Analysis of Form and Technique
The one who brought me down to earth
And held me every day.
The one who gracefully gave me birth
And said, I love you in every way.
Very good usage of words. Rhyming pattern is good and the structure rocks. One of the best I've read so far. Keep on writing more!
Analysis of Form and Technique
To a dad who is terrific,
To a dad who's real neat,
To a dad who makes the best of things,
Even when they're not so sweet!
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