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Group for anyone who wants to show their poetry, discuss writing and ideas. A group to share and give feedback on your work x

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    Mashie Niblick
    Mashie Niblick commented on the group Passion for Poetry 's wall:
    hmm pretty dead here
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    • Stephen Mark
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      Stephen Mark Dead poets society?
      1 month ago
    • Mashie Niblick
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      Mashie Niblick if less is more, it's the most
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    • Mashie Niblick
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      Mashie Niblick like a stately home where everyone lives in three rooms
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    • OFP
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      OFP I once knew a girl from Nantucket....
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    • Jill
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      Jill It's been pretty dead for a long time now, like so many other of the groups. Perhaps you could post some poetry in a blog, if that was your intention?
      1 month ago
    • Mashie Niblick
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      Mashie Niblick Jill you temptress.
      1 month ago
    • Jill
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      Jill Would love to read your poetic words. :)
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    • Mezz
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      Mezz OFP, Is the next line; "And she once was sick in a bucket?" ;-)
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    • OFP
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      OFP Mezz....errrr..... no... it is not... :-o
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    Mezz
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    Mary's Literary Corner 7 hrs · Moments together you'll treasure. You'll fall for their charm. A romantic endeavour show they mean you no harm. A guffaw, a joke, a quick grip on your arm. Your friends are so jealous, They tell you it's smarm. You ...
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    Mezz
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    My mistakes are the bricks that build a wall. They seal up the past and help me place stepping stones into the future. I stand on one each day. My successes will walk beside me always, I don't need to look back.
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      Tony I like that, Mezz.
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      Mezz Thanks, Tony.
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    Hello, I wrote my first entry yesterday which I guess could sort of b considered poetry...I would really appreciate any feedback. I'll post it here...See below. Thoughts on a Windowsill The shadowed night always does me well, in for the night while ...
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      Daedalus Hi MH, if you would like critique on work, generally the best place to get it is to go to the Forum (see tabs at the top of the wall) and post in the critiques section. There are some guidelines there and I'm sure people would love your thoughts on their work too. Happy writing
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      MadHatter thank you!! i'm new to this site and have never been to anything like this before, its always been a passion of mine tho
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      Daedalus You're welcome. The Cloud can be a bit labyrinthine to start with, but once you find your way around a bit you'll find a great community of successful and aspiring writers
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  • Mashie Niblick
    by Mashie Niblick 1 month ago
    hmm pretty dead here
  • Mezz
    by Mezz 1 month ago
    Mary's Literary Corner
    7 hrs ·

    Moments together you'll treasure.
    You'll fall for their charm.
    A romantic endeavour show they mean you no harm.

    A guffaw, a joke, a quick grip on your arm.
    Your friends are so jealous,
    They tell you it's smarm.

    You forget when exactly the grip started to hurt.
    When did you relax into feeling like dirt?

    When did they stop you seeing your friends?
    restrict time spent with family?
    Their demands never end.

    No matter what happens, one day you will see,
    and I will always be here for you.
    Just ONCE, that was me.
  • Mezz
    by Mezz 2 months ago
    Tonight I stood and faced the sea.
    I waited in silence. It surrounded me.
    I watched the waves as they crashed and rolled.
    I saw my life, my choice, unfold.
    I chose to step back and run along the shore,
    Not drowning now, My future's pure.
  • Mezz
    by Mezz 4 months ago
    My mistakes are the bricks that build a wall. They seal up the past and help me place stepping stones into the future. I stand on one each day. My successes will walk beside me always, I don't need to look back.
  • MadHatter
    by MadHatter 5 months ago
    Hello, I wrote my first entry yesterday which I guess could sort of b considered poetry...I would really appreciate any feedback. I'll post it here...See below.

    Thoughts on a Windowsill
    The shadowed night always does me well, in for the night while I mend my weathered soul. Shunned is my heart from the undying scrutiny that my brain keeps denying. Sheltered from the pain and the demons inside, I quiver to realize the damage that has been done. Brightness shines through the black abyss of the billions of galaxies unwavered by my thoughts. Suggesting the inevitable, and the literal reaction to the damage I have done. Take these broken scars...the scars of the past...For I must have reopened them, and my strength is still diminished.

    In your eyes I wish I could be everything I'm not and everything you wish you could be. Broken and scattered...empty and whole. I want to gather the pieces and walk through the trash that has become our lives, walk through it together to a destination unknown to us and known to the stars, the bright eyes which our future can be...It's all in our hearts where our future can be.

    I hate how you've been, and let it be known that I'm there too. Heart on your sleeve or up in the nosebleeds, I can only pretend you don't mean the world to me. Our fate can be exquisite or falter into time to another statistic that holds our kind.

    What I want and what I need are only important when my mind can be clear. These monarchs have been flying all over the sky and you know exactly what I mean when I say that hasn't happened in while.

    I sit here and gaze into the sky and think about these tiny lights that exist so gallantly all in their own demise. So tiny they seem but majestic they are, to be in this mast existence and still make it matter. Darkness all around but that light still shines, until it goes dark but not after its shooting compromise. Going out with a bang all in a beautiful way and yet we wonder how it all got to be there.
  • Kulvinder Kherteru
    by Kulvinder Kherteru 1 year ago
    Hello Everyone.

    My name is Kulvinder and i am currently doing my BA Honors Degree, i have posted a poem about cricket. Part of our assessment is feedback on creative writing. Would appreciate any comments. Thank you.
  • Kulvinder Kherteru
    by Kulvinder Kherteru 1 year ago
    For The Love Of Cricket by Kulvinder Kherteru

    The glorious club came forward in all their suited and booted attire,
    The trousers and t-shirts and sweaters was a sight for sore eyes to admire
    The teams waited and anticipated with caps, gloves and boxes intact
    The ground was just perfect, ready for the match

    For a moment the earth stood still as the coin was tossed up into the crisp air
    It shone brightly in the sun as it came flickering down, just like waves making subtle flares,
    A solid decision was made like writing set in stone
    The men had scattered onto the ground, as if this is all they have ever known

    The two umpires are ready for action with their eager eyes on the game
    No-one can try and pull fast ones for there will be nothing to gain
    The umpire holds all the cards and you will get what you are dealt
    For they have their secret weapon the third umpire under their belt

    The bowler rotates his shoulders and gives his legs a shake
    Feeling comfortable and happy and ready to embrace
    This moment in history the start of the game as the umpire hands over the ball
    Which has strong stitches across the middle that are short not long

    This ruby red is in the center of it all, will be watched by everyone big and small
    This ball is a celebrity in its own right as it has been hit, caught, dropped, lost, batted and bowled
    The beamer misses the batsman but it is a close call the umpire is not impressed, its a 'no ball'
    The crowd is up on their feet shouting 'no way', umpire is strict, how can they play

    The verdict is clear, the bowler's foot was over the line,
    The captain's delivery is disappointing before even starting it is looking to decline
    The game got off on the wrong foot but now is in full swing
    This is a delight to watch as the spectators are being entertained in this ring

    There were boundries flying all over this pitch
    Even at one point it started to rain sixes without any hitch
    240 was the score when they were finally done
    But now it is the turn of the fielders who have stood under the hot sun

    Time for a break biscuits, lemonade and tea, everyone is watered and refreshed
    There is no suspending this game, the weather is stupendous, no chance of rain
    They are heading for a century just a little less, this second half is anybody's guess
    As the partnership is formed the pressure is now on, 'six, six' up and away that is gone, gone

    There 20 balls remaining and they need 35, the tension is growing very high
    There goes a stumping and 'oh he is out', the batsman lets out a hugh sigh
    Last man comes out can he be the saviour, is this the moment of truth
    The fielder's threw the ball, its hit the wicket, but the batsman's on the floor what a move

    All eyes fixed on the screen, is he out or is he in, wait 'oh he is out' what a game
    A spectacular finish they have all delivered well, they all belong in the hall of fame
    The ending was crucial especially the wicket keeper's catch and stumping
    For the love of cricket has left the fan's hearts pumping

    Thank you
    Kulvinder
  • Jay
    by Jay 1 year ago
    View: amethystpoetry.blogspot.com I have posted the poems here from my new book: THE COUNTING-FALL; The Further Ragged Writings of Everland; A Book of Amaranthine Poetry. There are also excerpts and descriptions of my other seven books/manuscripts on this Blog. I really hope you enjoy reading this Blog. I would love some feedback! With love, Jay
  • Dee Nowhereboy
    by Dee Nowhereboy 2 years ago
    And maybe that long forgotten path
    You meant to walk
    Passes through the divine.
    You find yourself lost
    And you know you must leave this place
    It was written somewhere
    Between here and there.

    Where once grace passed your way
    And flowers grew by the roadside then.
    In that forgotten place untended
    There are only weeds there now.
    Through the wastes of a place
    You once in some childhood knew.
    And look into the eyes of the child
    You all too soon outgrew.

    And have to for a moment wonder.
    Not looking into that mirror
    But for one time looking under.
    And you see his eyes.
    Ancient, old and wise.
    But also young, mad and wild.
    You stand somewhere in between
    The dawning of the day
    And the memory of where you've been.

    You live and you learn
    And all you sought to protect
    Are the things you need to burn.
    You mourn for the road you missed
    And where you chose to walk.
    Because nothing I know makes sense anymore
    You hold a vigil of silent prayer.
    And wish on one more fallen star
    To light the way ahead.

    And you smile your fools smile
    one more time.
    You know the path before you is dark
    And those flowers that once grew lie dead.
    But like under hope lies faith
    And beneath the dirt hides like hope a seed.

    And in the darkness burns a torch.
    And I hope that sweet silent angel of the odd
    Might listen to my plea.
    And hope that they know what an angels dream might be.
    Growing old perhaps sitting on some porch
    You come to an old fork in the road.
    And for a moment you know its destiny.
    You decided what should be.

    For having nowhere else to call home
    You know this path you roam.
    But no matter how cold
    No memory grows old
    Like photographs in the attics of your life the best will always shine
    When you need them.

    And I'll always be there to remember.
    With a story to tell and such love in my heart
    From that which I love on this path
    Shan't ever quite depart.

    Dee.
  • Raine
    by Raine 3 years ago
    Hey, just in case anyone is interested/hasnt seen it: National Poetry Competition at www.poetrysociety.org.uk. Closing date end of Oct.
    Break a leg. Or something. x