no matter you love or hate , as long as the black rose exists , i will write for you , for my entire life. 不管你是否有情。不管你是否有恨。只要黑玫瑰如黑子在太阳里千古不灭,我就要终生为你写诗。 —— 给力词典精选 3. You are beautiful, will you be my Muse? I will write poems for...
If the writer intends to write a poem, short story, or personal essay, the writer must learn the techniques of these genres. Some people believe that writing cannot be taught. I don’t agree. I feel that anyone who is motivated can learn both the “art of creative thinking” and the ...
“As Angus trudged along the rugged path in the Scottish Highlands, his mind was clouded with a sense of melancholy. The weight of his monotonous existence as a jaded teacher seemed to grow heavier with each passing day. He had lost the spark that once ignited his passion for education, le...
I think Heaven would be a rose garden. Well, to be precise, the Garden of Eden restored, in unity with God. Pardon me my illusions. If your poem(s) got into the issue, I trust you will be yelping with joy. Second time round this time. Thanks for your good company, poets. I’...
We come across inspiring material all the time, whether they’re quotes, places we visit, a poem or painting, an essay we read, or experiences we have. Heck, even reading someone’s social media updates can awaken something inside of you. ...
Presents the poem 'The Muse Visits After I'll Never Write Another Chicken Poem.'EBSCO_AspPrairie Schooner
I searched high and low for my muse, but she has already departed on holiday vacation, so I didn’t write anything new for today. I’m sharing instead a poem that seems to circle back now and then. I hope you enjoy again, or for the first time. I included an audio as wellfor yo...
It was pleasant to follow your prose with the way you formed your lines, like a poem. Tami on December 5, 2013 at 9:53 pm Thank you, Susan, for sharing your observation. It did, indeed, evolve into more of a poetry format, though not intentionally. I often write long hand — ...
In John Updike’s poem,Player Pianothe line “never my numb plunker fumbles” is a great contrast to the poem’s title. Clunky, not melodic. Everyday assonance phrases: Son of a gun Dumb luck See you later, alligator Chips and dip ...
I searched high and low for my muse, but she has already departed on holiday vacation, so I didn’t write anything new for today. I’m sharing instead a poem that seems to circle back now and then. I hope you enjoy again, or for the first time. I included an audio as wellfor yo...