poetry...
By mirceaeliade
@mirceaeliade (631)
Italy
December 26, 2006 2:35pm CST
HALLO to evryone!
this is my first post on mylot.com .
I wuold to ask you one question:
Can evryone write good poetry?
Thanks a lot
Ettore
8 responses
@maryannemax (12156)
• Sweden
26 Dec 06
hello. welcome to mylot. and i hope you enjoyed your first day here. i love it here so much.
anyway, all people can create a good poetry. it's just that most hesitate to speak out their minds, how they feel and how they think. they don't try to put them to words. but we are all good poets. all we need is a little push and confidence so we can write whatever it is in our hearts and minds.
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@remaster74 (4064)
• Greece
26 Dec 06
Everyone can write, but few are able to make a difference. I write a lot, but few of my poems really worth.
@mirceaeliade (631)
• Italy
27 Dec 06
Hi Remaster! The you think that only ecception can make the difference? Yes maybe I think this, but i never know why the people don't love write poetry and relaxing with it.
Umberto echo said that evryone write poetry but i don't believe that!
@ESKARENA1 (18261)
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26 Dec 06
i think everyone can, poetry is simply the way the poet expresses themselves and if it expresses this emotion it is good
@Darkwing (21583)
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28 Dec 06
Hi.. I have written quite a bit of poetry, but haven't shared it with many. Here's one for you to read which I wrote at a bad time in my life... see what you think?
Looking out at life on earth, I see the normal sights,
People walking up and down, switching on and off of lights
But this all seems so unreal now I'm huddled in the dark,
Detached from what I thought was home; the wounds have left their mark.
Trapped in a corridor, exhausted, in pain,
Should I try the door, again and again?
The door which was open wide, welcoming me in,
The big, oak door, majestic and grim.
I stand again, approach the door, banging with all my might,
But not a sound from the other side, not even a glimmer of light,
So, I sink back down upon the floor, huddle against the wall,
Why, oh why did I feel secure, why no suspicion at all?
Exhausted, sobbing, full of pain, wondering if I had misread
The fate I thought had been dealt for me, was I to perish instead...
Never again to see the eyes, the pranksters impish grin?
What has fate in store for me now, for I cannot begin again.
I'm just too tired to rise again, hammering feverishly,
It's obvious that he carries a love far deeper than he had for me
But my fingers won't release the grip, I have to hang on real tight
And maybe the Reaper will take me too, in the deadly still of the night.
@satya_raju21 (109)
• India
28 Dec 06
i love poetry .and i hav written some poems...all r love poems....
@emskoneko (805)
• United States
26 Dec 06
I'm not sure if everyone can write good poetry. But good poetry is made from good inspiration.