I started writing poetry October 12, 1970; the night before I went into the Army after graduating from college. I did not market my poetry, submit my poetry, apply for grants, publish my poetry until June 2018 when I began to publish all my poems that were all written in cursive. In ...
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young beast with a peace sign wider than a tan line floaty with the bar rhyme subtle on the sidelines ** low key i'm underneath where the sun shines sometimes it seems like i could be one with the breeze other times it feel like nobody seeing me feeling the pressure too heavily pressi...
I generally write in silence, but the music in language is quite critical to my work. My usual approach is to create a melody of some sort in my head and to sing my work (silently) line by line to try to imbue it with a sense of song. My often repeated mantra is that ‘rhyme s...
That song's a song of peace, and it's relevant more than ever. Because weneedpeace. Even that day, when I was singing, I felt the division of the world between autocracy and democracy. When we believe in democracy, we can sit and say "I don't ...
While immersing myself in the balm of the forest (forest bathing), I wandered along a path studded with wooden posts engraved with haiku. Matsuo Basho, the master of Haiku, the (generally) 17-syllable poems that evoke the imagery of nature, was born into a samurai family. He visited this...
A journey of peace, where souls fed. Step by step, in echoes of lore, Ancient walls, tales they store. A sanctuary found, in times of yore, Where hearts find solace, forevermore. what do you see Posted inTuba Sarwat Opportunities-Reena’s Xploration Challenge ...
Poems to revisit… Words I hear that fail me Are like fruit long dried Plucked from the tree. Clearly hope does not rise- Passed the shore, Over mountains, From tales of yore. But rather given- From a dove, Within my heart, From glorious love....
To write with ease I need some peace. Yet I sit down (really like a clown) And try to think, and not just blink; My Pen stays still while I stray For a long while without a smile; When I alight and stop to write, Alas! my tyrant Pen deserts this truant And refuses to dot ...
Poetry up to 39 lines, written in English in traditional forms, preferably with regular scansion and rhyme. We welcome up to three poems per student. Prizes: $500 1st, $200 2nd & $100 3rd. . The Society of Classical Poets: 2024 SCP International High School Poetry Competition Deadline: ...