Do you like these poems I wrote? Please give your oppinion, and suggestions on how I can improve them.?
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i love your poems i wish i could write poem that well
452241
AWESOME WORK.I AM A POET MYSELF AND I BEEN WRITING A LONG TIME AND I CAN SAY THAT YOUR POEM WAS SPECIAL.YOU ARE TALENTED YOU SHOULD SUBMIT SOME OF YOUR WORK ON POETRY SITES.ALL OF MY WORK IS AT LOVELANDIA UNDER THE NAME VALKATVAL.GO CHECK IT OUT AND START YOUR OWN PAGE,ITS A GREAT SITE,YOU'LL LOVE IT.
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Aw, that's cute. :)\nI probably could whip up a poem for you, but I usually charge. I'm a published poet you see. I'll do things for free for my friends though.\nJust send that poem. If you wrote it yourself it will be that much more special to your friend. :)
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Although grammatically incorrect and lacking steady timbre, there is no doubt as to the feeling and emotion expressed in your poem. I don't know about your friend but if he or she read it I am sure that they would continue to be a friend for life. Good luck.
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This poem has more than 4 lines, but it is the neatest poem I have seen about the English language.\n\nWhen the English tongue we speak\nWhy is break not rhymed with freak?\nWill you tell me why it’s true\nWe say sew, but likewise few?\nAnd the maker of a verse,\nCannot rhyme his horse with worse?\nBeard is not the same as heard,\nCord is different from word,\nCow is cow, but low is low,\nShoe is never rhymed with foe.\nThink of hose and dose and lose,\nAnd think of goose and yet of choose,\nThink of comb and tomb and bomb,\nDoll and roll and home and some.\nAnd since pay is rhymed with say,\nWhy not paid with said I pray?\nThink of blood and food and good;\nMould is not pronounced like could.\nWherefore done, but gone and lone -\nIs there any reason known?\nTo sum up all, it seems to me\nSounds and letters don’t agree.
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Excellent, the 'feeling' is there, clear and precise. That is my honest view. However, never worry what others think. Write it for yourself and someone dear to you.  Poetry is, and should be personal.  I do not wish to distract from yours, by I wrote 'Dreams' a long time ago. Just for you and not for comment:\n\nDreams.\n\nOh, dreams of youth, now gone with time,\nThe heights you said you once would climb,\nYou kept your feet set in the clay,\nNow all those hopes seem far away.\n\nYou’d be the boss within five years,\nYou kept your mouth shut, you were all ears,\nYou never noticed what was being said,\nYou sadly never turned your head.\n\nYou trusted those you should not trust,\nYou praised those, you should have cursed,\nYour thoughts and plans, you freely gave,\nYou should have stood back, and not been brave.\n\nBut where are they now, while you’re still here,\nSad and broken, they’re full of fear,\nAfraid of what will come and why,\nAfraid of what happens when they die.\n\nWhile you are happy and content,\nMortgage paid, you pay no rent,\nFinances secure, children grown,\nNothing borrowed, all your own.\n\nWhile they all worry day by day,\nYour out whenever, your golf to play,\nSo don’t be sorry, what’s done is done,\nConsider yourself, the luckiest one.\n\nFor you can hold your head up high,\nAnd when it comes for you to die,\nYou’ll stand before the Man above,\nJust tell Him, that you lived and loved.
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Oh Yes ! Fully agreed ! My mind needs a Dry Cleaning or needs to be sent to Laundry !! It has become very dirty....especially after reading your poetry , except for the last stanza !!! You call it a Naughty ? I must say it was an erotic One !!!  Ha Ha Ha ....Nice one....Quite imaginative ! I liked it !
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I loved this one...It's a very sweet poem about showing someone a reason not to take their own life .... Truly,Heart warming!!!! And I should know..I'm a  published Poet...It shows warmth and tenderness....It also lets me see inside your heart.And I see a warm,loving person..\n~hugs~
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Thinking about Bill, Dead of AIDS"\n\nby Miller Williams\n\nI really liked this poem because it makes I think the poet wants us all to feel how horrible it would be to have AIDS. At one point in the poem he says "thinking of friends afraid to shake your hand", I cannot even imagine what it would be like if one of my friends would refuse to touch my hand.\n\nAlthough this poem is really sad, it hits home a lot and makes us feel that we should feel sorry for people who get AIDS because of the amazing suffering they go through. It would be very tough. Now more than ever does this poem get it's point across. \n\nAnother thing I noticed about this poem is that how much the poet loved Bill. He says they had more, they would have given it to him. That shows that they gave all their love and effort and it could still not keep him alive. It is a very good poem and one we should all read and think about. i read this poem on the net its alright
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that poem was so sweet im crying now\n\nu would be a great poet u have got a good talent :) xx
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This is 19 lines, but it is a great poem and a fantastic oral presentation!  Good luck!\n\n \nDylan Thomas. Funny-looking chap, but chicks dug him. \nDo not go gentle into that good night,\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nThough wise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nAnd you, my father, there on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nDylan Thomas, 1951 or 1952 \n\n\nA Villanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. The word is French, derived from Italian villanella, the feminine of villanello, rustic; from villano, peasant; from Vulgar Latin villanus; from Latin villa, a country house. \n\n"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle. Five tercets are followed by a quatrain, with the first and last line of the stanza repeated alternately as the last line of the subsequent stanzas and gathered into a couplet at the end of the quatrain. And all this on only two rhymes. Thomas further compounds his difficulty by having each line contain 10 syllables".
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Your poem gives me a smile. If your poems are as good as this one, i think you should publish more poems. I have heard that Xlibris will publish some quality poems. try to look into their website... in case you are interested.
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SURE-they're your poems.\ndon't restrict yourself with certain guidelines..\nGOOD LUCK WITH THE BOOK!!i write too!
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i think ur usuing ur talents in the wrong way. Y dont u re read ur poem then ask ur self what is wrong with it
134236
That poem rocks.  I know that it is controversial.  I would be interested to see what people thought of a choice line or two from the poem.
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It's a pretty poem :D keep writting them, you are good.
501179
I actually think this is a good poem, did you actually make this up?, if yes good job!