I originally written your poetry out, into what State this poem would conclude into, but it seemed to dark and devastating to entrust anybody of it's content. So I dare not send it [out] into the world or anybody to read. The world needs to inspire for the lights and it's goodness; morerather then the darkness that we so ultimately conclude in; in the darkest of our hours. So I hope this will inspired you towards a brighter side of poetry And hope it will speak to you of it's better end.
"That wherein you dwell of will be your source of life: Life unto Life & Death unto Death. The glitter of the world speaks of the glam that life can pertain. Rule for the goodness of people; and it shall rule over you."
I hope this speaks somehow to you and changes your perspective on the term poetry and it's power (Of) destination. With Hope & love M.
Lovely revision of the prompt by the story of it's ending. It's relatable to some sense - as we all toil with reality in a semi-concluded measure of whole. And at times it is bizarre. History has reality build upon. So this brief yet intense'd poetry speaks it's volume to what foundation we build out reality on. I appreciate the post and your display of your thoughts in measure. Thanks for the poem. W/ Love M.
This is a wonderful poem! My only suggestion is, you could have added at the end as the last sentence stating: "at heart". It would have concluded the poem of the reality and view of what nature can and could be at time's. But this is my personal view of 30 cents worth of poetry. Overall I appreciate the display of this poem and read; Thanks for posting it.
I have a slight rendition of this poem as wonderful as it is, but it seemed on the negation towards a negativity when i read it at the par of the end. So i moved a few parts around. Perchance you like it, in either way; it was a lovely and a good read. Thanks for sharing..
Emotions
Feelings
That happens when life goes
We can laugh, cry, scream or hate at some friends.
To where we must adjust our minds
Within us all
Our body shakes from hate
Our heart beats fast for love or joy
It’s so simple
I've once written a poem in memoria of children as well, so i understand the sentiment of their reality and need for us. Sometimes it being too much for take, even in the same sense of help. Of what we do and what we presently knew. They grow up fast and it seems never to last; but in whatever good we do is held in the captivating blue. The sun may shine and it is on their mind. To know we did their time, into something that helped them find. Like in bind and whole intact. Love is the only thing they don't reject. So learn the way to talk you through it is the memory of you and your do. That they will hold unto you. So give them simply a mind of you, and your heart will follow; and they will not shroud on wallow, of what it means to be loved in time. Sentiments come and then they are on your mind. ...Lovely writing Angie. Thanks for sharing. Love <M.
Good friends are hard to - come by, it's just simply amazing that I've found ~ myself one.
A good connection was made by two people; having a lot in common, An aura surrounds itself around this kind of commonality. "We" understand each other. That is why I feel that I've adopted a new sister; I call her Dr. Ann.
2nd paragraph i would leave as is..
The first time, Dr. Ann attended a guitar class. HER instructor said that she was ready to take the advanced guitar class. It was precious to see the excitement on her face. Dr. Ann's excitement grew even more when she told her story to an Uber driver. She found out that he was the owner of a music store, and that she was a prodigy. This could be a sign of good luck, because all this happened three times in a row, on the same day. This could be a sign from above, that Dr. Ann has an exciting adventure just waiting to happen.
The rest is good as is;..
Now this is but my rendition of your writing and in no means a necessity of change; but would captivate the reader more in some sense. Altogether, this is a lovely write and story of yourself and instruments & Dr. Ann. Thanks for sharing it and composing this write. W/ Love <M.
To you too, on this annual past for a several months; A Pleasant new blessed year. I wish to talk about Janus more for he seems important in the likes of your scripted write. That the door open and closed must be presented. It is lovely to read of a mythology that holds such captives in their primary importance, for the past can't be changed but the future. Inasmuch we may bend the past in the like of the future. So it is in the presence of the present that it is flourished but the future is wide open to all that may happen, and if good if in the annual of our hope; A blessed new and upcoming. Feliz. Thanks for this writing and the knowledge you so embarked on to entail and share. W/ Love M.
I like how this story keeps you in the dark till the very end, and what an unexpected ending it solves. Holding all the floor to the sense of the social media twitter. Very ravenous in writing and creativity. With a layout that is to it's T in perfection. Thanks so much for sharing such good work, and keep up the good work in furtherance. W/ Love M.
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