Rheyne Posted August 9, 2010 Author Share Posted August 9, 2010 You guys like the picture? I took it on a random adventure last September. It's in Moundville..or roundabouts...a place up the highway from my house. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rheyne Posted August 9, 2010 Author Share Posted August 9, 2010 Rheyne, love your poem and you are indeed a poet. A poet is simply a person who writes poems. You need not prove yourself to yourself or others to be a poet. I will reread your poem more than once and enjoy doing so. Interesting and well written poem, Keanumoreira. Greetings, ranokoa!!! Pleased to meet you. Haha! You raise a valid point sir, I bow to your logic. :-) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keanumoreira Posted August 10, 2010 Share Posted August 10, 2010 You guys like the picture? I took it on a random adventure last September. It's in Moundville..or roundabouts...a place up the highway from my house. :) (Thanks for that previous quote.) :happy: Yes I do like that picture, it is very tranquil. Must be beautyful up where you live. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rheyne Posted August 10, 2010 Author Share Posted August 10, 2010 I agree, it is good. But I.M.O. it had further potential. EDIT: I think punctuation would have fitted this well to insinuate pause on some lines. Still, it's good. Be well, sleep well, fight well, live long.~Ranokoa any better? i added punctuation and some spacing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
species5478 Posted August 13, 2010 Share Posted August 13, 2010 The day. Sleeping.. in her arms,Catch your breath. Stop. Night air.Frozen to the bone, chilledStand alone and find... Winter.Open all your fears, to faceSoft and latent regret. First glance.She is solid,Eyes blue pools. Sleeping.. in your arms Very touching. This is the heart of a poet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rheyne Posted August 13, 2010 Author Share Posted August 13, 2010 The day. Sleeping.. in her arms,Catch your breath. Stop. Night air.Frozen to the bone, chilledStand alone and find... Winter.Open all your fears, to faceSoft and latent regret. First glance.She is solid,Eyes blue pools. Sleeping.. in your arms Very touching. This is the heart of a poet. ::blush:: Thank you very much. I'm so glad it gave you a nice response. This poem was written in Ommwriter, it's this program that I think is still in beta..anyway. There are really relaxing sounds against a simple background with a calming scene. Makes it very easy to be inspired, as I am one of those people that thinks a blank page is sad until filled with thoughts or stories or pictures. ^_^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SilverDNA Posted August 13, 2010 Share Posted August 13, 2010 I'm freezing to death if I read this good poem again.I have goose pimples allover my skin.Got to get me a pullover if I want to read theses 'chilling' thoughts again. (*head shaking* It is summer and I'm searching fro a pullover to read a poem.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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