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A Tone of Voice Member
since 2001-07-18
Posts 287 |
Poetry, an intricate design that Opens floodgates by breaking ice and Exposing souls often afraid to speak out loud The language, a message cast in a bottle Conceived--while yearning to touch~ I'd love for you to add your depiction of poetry, if you so desire! ;-) |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Poetry is loving life The world, feeling the energy around you Listening to the ocean, seas The animals talking Poetry to me is harmony Life’s pulse Happy children laughing The Sound of Waterfalls Leaves changing The feel of beach sand on your toes Rich is the rhyme of feeling music Tracing the moon with one eye closed Feeling the warm velvet touch of mid-night All around you, Poetry is education The sound of music Strawberry waffles with whipped Cream Indian Summer Words with voice Poetry is art, drawings Visuals pulsing A library gift certificate Poetry is the religion of soul An angel of focus Out of body experience ohhhhhh, I could on and on Happy Holidays |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Possibly penning soul sounds that Open wondrous ways to Enthusiasm’s corner; Trumpeting sounds righteously, Resounding in a world of Yeses! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Poetry is... The most intimate part of me a whisper of who I truly am. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Poetry is motion graceful as a fawn gentle as a teardrop strong like the eye finding peace in a crowded room. We poets tend to think our words are golden though emotion speaks too loudly to be defined by silence. Sometimes after midnight or just before the dawn we sit pen in hand pulling loneliness around us... forgetting our lovers or children who are sleeping ~ ignoring the weary wariness of our own logic to compose a poem most do not understand 'it' it never says "love me" ..for poets are beyond love ~ it never says "accept me" ..for poems seek not acceptance but controversy it only says "I am" and therefore... I concede that you are too. A poem is pure energy horizontally contained between the mind of the poet and the ear of the reader.. if it does not sing discard the ear for poetry is song if it does not delight discard the heart for poetry is joy if it does not inform then close off the brain for it is dead if it cannot heed the insistent message that which is precious which is all we poets wrapped in our loneliness are trying to say. |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
~poetry is a worded gift from my heart to yours~ |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
The heart and mind go into threads of lifes tapestry Hope |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Poetry is the innermost part of my heart.... my thoughts brought out into the open.... Poetry is who I am.... |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
Poetry is simply, you. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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time prophet Member
since 2003-07-30
Posts 371In New Zealand Amongst the Ancient Trees |
poetry is a feeling not a meaning sometimes a yearning expressed for what one is feeling |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
poetry is a powerful addiction i can't stop feeding you're the only one keeping me alive |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Poetry’s the abutment of long and short sounds, The melding of verbs, punctuation and nouns, The morphing of vision and heart with the mind, The merger of thought with the once undefined. Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history! |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Poetry is how I like to express myself when all other decriptions and explanations become contorted, when thoughts are too convoluted to be appreciated and the spirit within wants to break free of this mortal skin. You can call it an escape, I call it a delivery... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Poetry is runes of the soul whispers of the heart in sepia the black and white of feeling the colors of the world the writing of auras the rejoicing of the angels the suffering of man the sorrow of the devine Poetry is the universe contained within the seed of the poetic mind and planted for the growth of its potential in the reader's heart Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Don_Juan Member
since 2004-04-08
Posts 252Far from where I am going |
Poetry is the authors essence poured onto a sheet of paper. it is the feeling of the soul, heart, mind transfered through the quill into history and minds of readers. Poetry is life. nice use of muffin |
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A Tone of Voice Member
since 2001-07-18
Posts 287 |
Thank you everyone these are truly great---it's fun to read the other's take on this ~love~ that we share for poetry. *S* ~Atov |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
+*+*+*+*+ As a child, I viewed life through the proverbial rose-coloured glasses. I wanted everything to be beautiful and magical, and if it were not, my imagination would create the world that I wanted to see.I accomplished this through my paintings, stories, songs and poetry.As an adult, often faced with the harsh realities of life, I take the time to reconnect with that little girl that still resides within me. Pessimism is then replacd with optimism and sadness turns to joy. Through poetry, I am able to create the world I want to see.My pen becomes my paint brush and a veritable extension of my soul. As I write each poem, I don the rose- coloured glasses once more, and am filled with wonder as I revisit those magical days of my childhood. +*+*+*+*+ |
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A Tone of Voice Member
since 2001-07-18
Posts 287 |
Earth Angel, even though I don't always write pretty or of a world I'd love to create---I understand the need, and enjoy reading those who're able to slip on rose colored glasses allowing us a glimpse of the way it could be. Thank you~! ~Atov |
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