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the Dreamer (Free verse) by darylchew

He just sits in his dark, grey room now, lost in himself, In his thoughts Is it a form of escape, from the grappling hands of fate? In deception he lies, For he is a dreamer He dreams. Of playing all the pieces of Life’s repertoire, There always doesn’t seem to be enough time. Will he ever act? Walking with shuffling feet down the sheltered halls, Throwing it all away in reckless abandon He has time to kill, Or will time be the death of him?

zodiac 18-Apr-05/10:13 PM
Can I make a suggestion? Most people don't want to read other peoples' rushes of thoughts. They want to read something you've put a little effort and time into. Doesn't that make sense?

If you're going to say, no poetry isn't like that it's spur-of-the-moment and emotional - well, then you'd be wrong. Most well-liked poets spend a lot of time and energy making their poems look like they didn't take a lot of time or energy.

Anyway, one thing you should think about while writing a poem is that IF YOU'VE EVER HEARD anything like what you're thinking about writing, don't write it. Write about something different. I'm not trying to dis. I know what it's like to be fifteen and starting to write poetry. This is what I wish someone had said to me back then.




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