Field and ForestAlison Von Brown I am a field and forest at different times within my soul you may find, a wide open field with flowers array, that feels easy amoungst other living things. A wide open field where my mind goes astray, roaming about as if it had wingd. in my mind a forst lays, with knowledge that makes the trees grow old, causing them to have extensive rings. Memories which leave tracks of animals come and gone, a light that shines through during dawn. Which conjure ideas for many things. I am not one more than the other Since they complement one another.
alison I've been reading your poetry and I'm really jealous. it's far out, it's different than "classical poetry", after reading one of your poems, I got inspired to write a "unique poem", "what if trees didn't exsist." Keep it up; there are people who can appriciate real poetry, which your writing, or there are people who just don't understand. Love ya, Chazz
True poetry generally contains spelling mistakes? Obviously where I am going wrong! Personally I found the spelling errors distracting, the rhythm erratic, and the minimal punctuation trying. And the turns of phrase you've used seem forced - in particular "with knowledge that makes the trees grow old, causing them to have extensive rings." Sorry - all negative, but this needs quite a lot of work in my opinion. And it is just my opinion, so take it or leave it.
I like it. I think that it is poetry because it is soul and it is emotion... poetry doesn't need to be perfect and people forget that. I like it a lot
I take back the spelling error "wings*" idk I just think your pissed about my post about not writting back to my personal poem. I could be wrong whatever. Just wondering do you Thoureau? Emerson? Transcendentalists or Aesthetes/Decadents?
holy shit that is sooo good. i love it.. I like the nature feeling to it, it makes me want to roll around in some grass.
I'd first like to say I enjoyed your poem, but I did not care the the Title to your Post. "Only Read If You Like True Poetry"? Please if you could inform me on the definition of true poetry I would gladly listen. I guess I always thought poetry was something for everyone a way to express yourself in words. \Po"et*ry\, n. 1. The art of apprehending and interpreting ideas by the faculty of imagination; the art of idealizing in thought and in expression For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, human emotions, and language --coleridge
I'm afraid I agree with Tye_Dye_Brain. Your title (to your post, I mean) implies that only you write "true poetry" here. Well, what about the rest of us? We're not "true poets"? Don't get me wrong. Your poem is okay. I like the way you start it off: "I am a field and forest at different times..." It's pretty nice. Just try not to blow your horn too loudly because you're not the only one here who knows how to write.