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I've just added my poem, MARCH, to my portfolio. If anyone is interested in reading and/or reviewing it, that would be great. You're also welcome to read anything else in there. Thanks.
 March   (E)
Poetry about the month of March
#2247631 by Lori J
I've added a new poem to my portfolio. Anyone is welcome to look at it and give me a review.

 End Time  (ASR)
Not willing to consider the thought of dying.
#2224680 by Lori J
Just wondering what everyone thinks. "Should poetry be read to try to figure out what the writer was writing about or trying to say, or should it be read to see what it means to you and how it might be applied to your life?"
Take "Caged" for example.

Standing in your cage,
You're safe and secure.
Others look at you and notice
How you are looking very mature.

They don't see your strange surroundings.
They're used to seeing you there.
Do you feel it holding you in,
Or do you not even care?

In the world outside you
The winds fiercely blow.
Do you see the swift movements,
Or do they not even show -

There where you are secure and safe
Inside your little cage?
Please, oh please "break free"
I desperately want to rage.
Do you need to know or figure out what the writer was meaning or writing about, or do you read to see what it would mean to you?
Just wondering.
Hey there Lori! I say take and spin it how it means to you. Because we can't guess how, what, or why a poem is made. I think we generally bring the poem to reflect our experiences and thoughts in the end. We put it in 'our' light when we read it.
SB Musing, I agree with you. I guess it's only natural to wonder what the person had in mind when they wrote it.
Hello there Lori J !

I just got through reviewing your poem as a part of "Angel Review Forum and since you entered in my contest. I wanted to welcome you to WDC and thank you again for entering! If you need help with anything, just email me. *Suitheart*
Poetry as a Solution to Conflict

Making the Bed

Your side, my side,
Why can't you do it right?
Why do we have to disagree
And end up in a fight?

You think it should be one way,
And I think another.
I finally give in,
And call my mother.

Daughter, oh daughter,
Listen to what I say,
Compromise and do it his way,
But only every other day.

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