If you chance to meet a frown
No need for dismay
People can have many feelings
All throughout the day
I will spend the next week making small adjustments that don't require a complete draft. After that, I'll start working on the final version. So, you can expect the series to be published in 2-3 weeks.
How do you write effective free verse poetry without it seeming random or haphazard? In particular, what's your advice when it comes to rhythm and meter? I know this is pretty subjective but any thoughts or advice would be appreciated!
It should take a month for the artist to finish it, which would coincide with the public release of the series.
I bought the switch game and it came with a code, I'm definitely not going to play the mobile game so it's up for grabs by anyone. First person to figure out the ? Will get it, good luck! If you claimed it, please state that it's claimed! Thanks.
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they really fucking make me go wild and light a sort of a fire in me and ik this cuz ill be fucking screaming along to some of their verses that arent as hype and are low pitched and slower, it still fills me with the recklessness and fearlessness their fucking bangers bring me
Mark 12:31 - love your neighbor as yourself. Self explanatory. 👮♂️
Exodus 20:13 - you shall not murder. 🐶
Exodus 20:15 - you shall not steal. 💲
Proverbs 10:2 - treasures gained by wickedness do not profit, but righteousness delivers from death. 💲💲💲
1 Timothy 6:10 - for the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from faith and pierced themselves with many pangs. 💲💲💲💲💲💲💲
Luke 16:18 - everyone who divorced his wife and married another commits adultery, and he who marries a woman divorced from her husband commits adultery. 😮💨
Like 6:37 - judge not and you will not be judged; condemn not and you will not be condemned. 🐝🍆
***I do not read scripture or the Bible. I simply used www.openbible.info/topics/. I also am not a woman of strong faith. They love using scripture as a response - so why not use it right back. Please add more below 😌
“Lift Yourself”. It would have been so dope to finally get this verse. It would have been the ultimate sign that they squashed their beef.
If you look above in the sky you will find three stars. They seem to form an alignment, but there's several light years of distance between all of them, never going to be together, and the time is going to make the third one fade away. Unless you turn back in the years, to that clumsy night were that three risings stars form a constellation, for the last time...
I really miss the festival, the student council room, that nights eating Chinese food and seeing how misha is going to separate the chopsticks. Living in constant stress for the university is being rough and this account is the only thing that i have with you. I make this verse for you guys. I love you misha even if you take my account and start being late to school every day, i love you hisao, even if your dumb head is trying to win me back when your heart is being worse, you are not paying attention to that for taking care of my burnouts. The things are difficult but someday, we are going to be t eating something yummy, to celebrate we are alive, and together despite of everything
Have you ever bought a tent?
Set it up -then
Tried to put it back?
Nothing fits the way it’s supposed to
It confounds even Astro-physicists
I’ll do the math on paper
That ever fit in there
(Even though I’ve seen it with my own eyes)
And that’s what kissing you felt like
Shoving it all back in the bag
The zipper is all stuck on
The excess that’s flowing out of
The container that says
Okay, well, fine
I’ll crumple it all up
Tuck it away
It’ll get dusty
You can pretend
That everything is normal
While I camp out
And obsess over metaphors
2 more drafts remain before I start posting the story, meaning 2 or 3 months.
Being her would be so simple, so easy. All they’d see is a girl who’s sweet and pretty. But then there’s me. All they see is a short-haired girl who isn’t dressed how she’s supposed to be. That I could be oh so pretty too, if only I wanted to be. And don’t I want to be?
This is not to say I’m not like other girls. Just that I’m not sure I even am a girl, a woman no less. Some mourn my femininity for me. Others have a way of resurrecting it from nothing, as if it were ever alive within me. And then there are those who think they see who I want to be. A failed attempt at a man is all they see. Yet few make me feel really seen.
I don’t want to be that girl they expect me to be. That girl I was only for a time when I had to be. I know parts of her are still in me but she isn’t me. She could never really be. Yet to pretend would be so easy. That is, for them, and not me. If I did, I’d only feel their hate against everything I am not and who I will never truly be.
All I know is, when I see my shadow, nondescript as it may be, I feel seen and more like me. I find freedom in its uncertain form, upon which no expectations can be placed. I speak for myself when I say, I can’t imagine what it must be, to experience one gender so seamlessly.
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He is Australia's leading erotic poet: poetry is for free in pdf
Free verse is not poetry
summertime sadness, increases when the leaves fall.
don't want it detected, so you build up your walls.
dozens around you, class room full. but it still feels as if you're all alone.
book full of numbers, parties jammed with friends.
you stay silent.
hiding the caucus of voices in your head.
strangers everywhere, but why say 'hello' when you're gonna say goodbye?
you can talk all day, but never have a conversation.
behind the counter at the gas station,
you seek new sensations,
a mental vacation.
but trust me, all it is, is fleeting.
things get better, but i won't lie,
it won't be all sunshine and daisies.
but castles need to be broken to be rebuilt.
it takes a village, a war can't be won by one.
if you ever need to talk, i'm right here.
am and pm,
just one call.
The color blue can mean many things. Like the wool of a blue sheep or the blood of a resurrected man. Even the hat of your enemy. But the one thing that blue once meant something to me is a gem that could be disposed of but felt like gold for my emotions. The end The ending was weird but anyways the poem was bye me:)
I’m actually new to poetry so I’m a bit confused about this. This is homework by the way. I have to write about the following things: What is the difference between free verse and prose? Is it possible for one to be written as the other? Which is more considered modern poetry out of the two? What would be the difference between prose and modern poetry?