The days open like a smile without kisses, tossing about like the possibilities of a child whose eyes reach the moon in less than a step....
how could i forget sylvia plath, my love!
lorca, paz, ee cummings, ginsberg, baudelaire, blake, shelley....
well... if you stick around for a while and read what i write, or if you have been around from the old forums, you'll find that my titles usually...
well if it is, like you say, a thinking poem, then that is something to think about! thank you for the replies.
hell yeah, those last two or so lines rule all others in this one.
shit, this one sucks!
Nothing but your hands, blue flames, the signature of night. Something that the ocean and you can afford... the way a poem breaks on several...
three things: -his gypsy ballads also called canto jondo or deep song -the tamarit poems -surrealistic poems especially found in Poet in New York...
The best thing you can do starting out especially is read. if you dont read you don't know what you like. it will open you up to styles and...
thanks you;)
ALL poets write and think about death, their death or death in general. it has nothing to do with being gothic! it has to do with living!
I can no longer beg to become those eyes strange fixtures where too many worlds begin. it’s hard to imagine what the river was remembering when...
he's the kinda writer that you start reading.. then all of a sudden you keep reading and never putting it down and when you do put the physical...
that is exactly what it was suppose to do... if you like this then you may like to read the Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorca and especially his...
in the garden there are only seven roses, and seven young girls by the river. for three nights their quiet hands froze moonlight, and the wind,...
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