I've never had a hangover because I've never gotten very drunk. That's why this sonnet is written in the second-person. I'm of the "write what you assume" school.
You wake upon a carpet soaked in wine
to feel the walls around you stretch and shrink
and press against the pressure on your spine...
I wrote it while reading The Odyssey. It's sort of showing how Poseidon and Odysseus are very similar by talking about them as a single, combined entity. It's also a sort of response to Tennyson's "Ulysses." That poem is spoken from the perspective of an aging Odysseus who yearns not to sit on a...
It's about losing something that improved your life. I refuse to guess what the "something" is.
It is a very vague poem, though. Don't be afraid to open up a little more with your poetry. Writing is, after all, intended to be read by others most of the time. If you're willing to share, just go...
So I haven't been writing a lot of poetry lately. None, in fact. I've been writing songs, but that's quite different, in my opinion. But I do want to share my poems with some of you on this site. So here's something I wrote a few years ago, and which made it into my honors thesis poetry...
I thoroughly enjoy most books by Bohumil Hrabal, the famous Czech novelist. His writing is very funny and beautiful. I would recommend Dancing Lessons for the Advanced in Age and I Served the King of England
Could've seen.
I could share a lot of little criticisms about this poem (grammar, repetition (aside, of course, from the main repetition, which is good), word choice, meaning) if you are interested in perfecting it. Let me know. Otherwise, it's not too bad.
There are some classic poetic forms...
Your third comparison would have been more suited to Advent-Children-era Cloud.
Although I think this thread is a testament to how generally uncreative Japanese culture tends to be.
I was walking. Toward what, I don't know, but I didn't think I was going the right way. I skeptically headed toward this thicket of birch trees, when suddenly a raven swept down to my right and landed in mid air — as though it were standing on some kind of invisible plane. It had a chestnut, its...
This seems like a poem about your other poem, insomnia. Unless, of course, you just write poems when you are half-asleep all the time, which is fine. I used to write stream of consciousness at my computer, my head on a pillow and my eyes closed, constantly drifting in and out of sleep but always...
If this isn't poetry, what is?
I'm sure you know this, but it wasn't very interesting to read, nor did it move me in any way or invoke any images. I'd still call it poetry.
The only problem being that it isn't a sentence.
If you're tired of "he said, she said," just don't say it. If your dialogue is good enough, people will be able to figure out who is speaking without identifying the speaker after every statement. You don't even have to start a new paragraph...
This poem consists of three >sapphic stanzas< broken down (disguised?) as free verse in the tradition of >imagism<.
Sappho the Housewife (let’s order takeout) ((small ineptitudes in the kitchen))
1.
butter
lop
it liberally
silver clinging
scrape it
pan side
sputters and hissing
smoky?
turn...
I could also summarize Seymour's story in a half of a sentence and write a long paragraph about Seifer; what's your point?
I guess I don't remember any of that because FFX was a snorefest.
Perhaps Ultros and Black Waltz didn't have too much character development (although all of the Black dudes in FFIX shared an interesting character development), but how can you say Seifer and Beatrix didn't have any character development? Especially Seifer. He was a much more round character...
This may have been said a dozen times, but Seymour is just the dude you fight over and over again to keep the story moving along while saving the real suspense for the end. Just like Ultros, Jenova, Seifer, and Black Waltz/Beatrix before him.
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