The poem written by prosperous on awesome thought. We human being, grow up everyday, become aged, one day he was child of a father, but after years he become a father, and again after years a grandpa. What is the most amazing idea that the spots and wrinkles make tattoo on the skin! We see the spots and wrinkles on the skin of an older man or women, but never think it as tattoo! Great thinking of the poet. I like the idea.
Wow! Kay!A thirteen year old boy? Did I read bio correctly? And registered only 3 days ago! And writing this poem! I can't believe. And seven short stories? What this man will do on the later part of his life? This is absolutely astonishing.The story might be on war. The boy may have tried to draw a picture of the war. He is searching, may be his sister,telling lie that her mother is alive. It is not clear whether it's a scene of war or not.
Dr. Gonzo, recently his writings are coming for review. And I'm reading. Here in this poem he disclosed in front of our eyes some of the facts, those are like open secret. I don't want to comment about human species, because for this I'm burning everyday, and this topic I really hate to talk about. But we claim the best species. We really haven't done anything for ourselves. Anyway, as a new comer, he's writing well. I like. All I want to say go on.
Dr. Gonzo, I know he is from former yugoslavia. May be, in this poem, he have spoken of Yugoslavian tragedy in 90's. Because earlier, I read his writing. The garden he talked about may be in Yugoslav. Where now only is sadness, no more fairies and love, as there was in the past.My sympathy for him and victims of former yugoslavia. Nice writing. Keep writing.
I just visited fanstory, a writing website, learning from one member of wdc,and there I saw poetry of three line's competition. I didn't know this can be.Poetry of three lines!?! But there is such thing and the syllables are counted. Any way , I know Lilli, Yes every thin has the beginning and end. And stories have too. And vise versa everything has it's story, and I want to say, history too. Great theme.
Ha ha!😁 This mad wish!I never want to be on deserted isle. No! No way!The poet wishes to spend vacation in deserted isle? Oof... I can't think. I am on already tropical part of the world, where nine months hot weather makes life living impossible. Now Desert!Peace of mind? Enjoy? To roam! And hair would never see comb? Oh! Then there will be no way either then becoming baled head. Though the wish the Poet made is horrible, but nice poem.
Here in this poem, the poet have shown a relation between ego and love. The poet and God also in support of smaller ego. Ego a little only then the love is greater, fits the Mach between two and God give peace and happiness. Specially needed to give thanks to the poet for bringing out a important topic through poetry.Ego creates demand, that clearly shows greed and getting something makes love speedy but true love can't be found.Good rhyme and rhythm. Good poetry.
A pic of owl, I think this owl has influence on the wdc member schnujo. Either, why the writer should bring the pic of an owl. First, the face of the owl I s like a basket. The eyes are big. Sitting on a branch of tree. It's from the album. Nice.
In this poetry, the writer seems frustrated. The way he thinks, I think, he needs to alter the outlook. I think, we write and sing for our enjoyment, not for reward. Nothing is, no one is on top. It's just people's mind, when someone come in sight, they say he's good! Artists enjoy his or her art, not reward.
How do I know I can make it, the very first line of the poetry, is telling of confusion, or lack of confidence, which is of complication. Yes, loneliness eats up a human being. Takes away all his or her strength. The poet is seriously feeling lonely.Nice poetry in rhyme and rhythm.
Though my mind is not o.k. cause my elder brother is in life support. Pardon me if I make mistake. The poet is telling about a light and doubt in his mind about what the light was from. The light is of sun. Once thought came in his mind that it might be hell. The hell is on down on earth.This is the most valuable mess said. Yes the hell is on earth, in present time the earth is hell, human being has made the earth a real hell. That we're experiencing in our everyday life throughout the world. Good poetry with good rhythm and rhyme.
This piece is written by a newbie. And I'm only one year senior. The writer has good capacity in writing and knows English better than me. I want to say to writer, this is your power. But not book, keep this in folder as a short story. That is my advise. Because you have narrated only a flat, it's space and rooms etc. There ain't any story. No suspense, no thrill, no event. Readers won't get interest. Throw yourself in the imagination, learn about genere, then create some event, a story. Think of reader, what can satisfy him. Use your English, writing capacity with imagination. For instance after what you wrote, you can bring Dylan to Florida, create a love story, or the end of love story adding an incident. That is the point. I don't know if I could have explained the point correctly. My English is very weak that is I know because this ain't my native language. Best wishes, keep writing. Every thing we do is with experience, that is the power of success.
Here is three piece of writing. The first one is of Buddha. Who describe himself as fertilizer. Human being are the flower that bloom in the nourishment of the fertilizer. But it must be said now, in the present time, the flowers smell very bad.
The next one is philosophical. Each line has depth in meaning.
The third one is also philosophical. Parents love and affection for children is immense. But they can't measure this love.
I haven't read any poem from this poet before. This is the first piece I'm reading. Here poet speaks of atonement that she is seeking going somewhere. She speaks of emotion, like she is at the point of death, I pray not. This piece is completely of emotion of pain. It tells in depth she have pain in her heart.
Dr. M. C. Gupta, who's poetries I like most. I have read few pieces. Always there is rhyme, what makes me interested in poetry. In my boyhood, a writer of my sub continent Sattyendra Naath Datta, his poetry and rhyme, who is called 'magician of rhyme',created my interest for poetry. And I also try to write in rhyme and rhythm.
Here may be the poet trying to tell, mourning for his boyhood, which won't return. And mingling tears and dew in nights. Forgetting the memories, someday, he expects to conduct usual life anew.
The heading of the poetry is 'Patience'. And we do understand the meaning of the word. The poet has given an example, an instance ,how a tree was planted, raised, and at last one day it became large in size, a maple tree. Without plan, effort, care, even overlooked. In human life, we can be something, reach our destiny, though neglected, no one to care, no one to make plan for raising, no one to give any effort. If we can tolerate the negligence, carelessness with patience, we can be something, we can reach our goal.A good poetry in shorter length.
Good poetry and rhythm. Very clear observation of the poet. I couldn't figure out, which season he is talking about. Is it dewy or spring. In my country, dewy season comes before winter. Right this time is starting of the dewy season . And after winter the spring comes and then the the leaves fall, older leaves.In this poetry the poet is talking about this leaves fall. The older leaves fall. And on the ground makes carpet. And it scrunches below shoes. Nice pick up of natural course of the environment.
There is two mistakes I found."we are in high spirits.this is as it "here 'this' needed capital letter and "challenge of throwing out",here 't' is missing instead of 'y'. It comes out the author is suffering from cancer. Yes it is true we suffer for some human in our life, who must not be called human. With blessings for the author, I say good writing of this article.
I never read telugu, cause I don't know this language, and naani.And it's also unknown that poetry can be of 4 lines only. But in this 4 line poetry, truth is found that pain sings or talk about the present and past.In whole life, we had our pain inevitable, and it hurts when the memories are awaken.
Golden days, yes , old is gold that we say. I don't know why the poet and I, and everybody on this earth ho have feelings,sentimental, think of the past. Give time to remind back, or sometimes it disturbs in head. Recently the world and situation of my country reminds me of my past, the golden days and I loose myself in the time that I left behind. The nostalgia ,that we say. Good poetry and I once again went to my golden days holding the hand of the poet.
We, the human being, are of complexed type creature. Sometimes We do, think, and behave very strange. That is what the poet tried to tell here. For instance, the poet said, 'the way I take coffee in the morning', "this particular way of taking coffee cannot be changed, we won't like it to be changed but we don't feel it repetitive. Again, it's also true that sometimes we feel life is bored. And in case of mate of life, yes, sometimes the present relationship felt boring, sometimes we can't actually find out soul mate, that lasts for lifetime, and sometimes we make oneself fool ,go after cheap girl,and so many things, then again Pat on the forehead for paying price, and want to go back to the past where first felt bored. Good writing, it's long in size so needed the comment to be long.I am amazed really.
Too hard English for other language speaking people, not efficient in English, to understand this poetry. But it's solid one. A love making time , a physical desire is the subject matter of the poem, which is defined as God's will by the poet. Don't need to say it is good one, but it seemed to me like the poet used the hard English to proclaimed that this is explicit content like adult sites does.😁
The poem is of Christmas time,the ending of year we know. Cold weather time. I am thinking when this 2020 will end and the ending of this worst time. Anyway ,the poet wrote this poetry not in this year ,I think. The year when no pandemic, so beautiful Christmas time, for drinking cider and beer, though we don't get this ,and we don't celebrate Christmas as we are Muslim. Any way nice poetry, good rhythm, just a way to be relief from the present worst time, that I never experienced in life.Santa Claus, leaves turning brown colour,hibernating trees,and the winter scowl the older,this is very bad, winter is very bad time for older, their suffering reach higher level for disease, And I'm also growing older. Any way , good poetry, to change mood for few minutes. I enjoyed.
Love and the beloved.I never had someone, but I can feel. This is a love poem and in this how a new world starts to play within a person that is being told. I had not read much poetry in English. But here every piece of writing is amazingly beautiful.The feelings are expressed naturally so that it seemed every writer is in love.
Keep writing, you have the writing ability.I read almost almost all of your writing. Seriously take the writing. I've read your this poetry. Your thoughts are right.good rhythm.good poetry.And I am sorry for what happened in your life. Keep writing.
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