• My husband wants to name our son Brayden, but I had my heart set on Jasper. What would be a good compromise/hybrid name?

    Best answer: My brain says Jayden but my heart says Brasperden
    Best answer: My brain says Jayden but my heart says Brasperden
    15 answers · 2 days ago
  • What should poetry try to capture?

    12 answers · 6 days ago
  • YOUR LIGHT WILL ALWAYS GUIDE ME HOME?

    Best answer: I thought it would, it just took longer than I thought. XXX .
    Best answer: I thought it would, it just took longer than I thought. XXX .
    7 answers · 4 days ago
  • A poem for critique.?

    Best answer: It`s a fair sonnet,
    stern and trite in its fine way
    yet there`s a slight clumsiness of expression which
    you are truly the good enough poet, to redeem.
    I think this the most decent, substantial posting in a many a while.
    Best answer: It`s a fair sonnet,
    stern and trite in its fine way
    yet there`s a slight clumsiness of expression which
    you are truly the good enough poet, to redeem.
    I think this the most decent, substantial posting in a many a while.
    7 answers · 4 days ago
  • Poem for critique.?

    Best answer: It's a good piece. Very sad, hopeless and forlorn. Look, not all poems come out positive and happy; so goes life, especially losing a loved one. In fact, napping today I dreamed of my Mom, I lost in 2014, and she was alive again, back at 203 Timberline Court, and I was so excited I said "Mom, you... show more
    Best answer: It's a good piece. Very sad, hopeless and forlorn. Look,
    not all poems come out positive and happy; so goes life,
    especially losing a loved one.

    In fact, napping today I dreamed of my Mom, I lost in 2014,
    and she was alive again, back at 203 Timberline Court, and
    I was so excited I said "Mom, you are alive!" I was so confused
    because of the emotional loss losing her. Imagine 4 years ago
    and I still dream this, and also ones saving my Dad,

    so as a poet, I can see how you can write this. Your loss, you are
    still torn, but it a small way it keeps you alive.

    How will I stay alive, that is what I am now asking myself?

    Good flow, good rhymes. Sometimes I think the longer sentences
    can be pulled back for more symmetry. Your call. Congrats
    Stinky.

    Thomas
    4 answers · 2 days ago
  • Whatcha think of this poem I wrote?

    Best answer: It’s good
    Best answer: It’s good
    5 answers · 1 week ago
  • How do I write poetry about secret sexual desires or fetishes without people knowing what it's about or that they're my kinks?

    Best answer: Most poems use metaphoric language, like similes, personifications and even metaphors.

    A light once shown within your eyes around
    A member of my party hanging near
    Whenever he would stand erect and bound
    And ordered enter marching in the rear
    Best answer: Most poems use metaphoric language, like similes, personifications and even metaphors.

    A light once shown within your eyes around
    A member of my party hanging near
    Whenever he would stand erect and bound
    And ordered enter marching in the rear
    5 answers · 4 days ago
  • Did Lizzie Borden really get away with the crime?

    She was arrested spent almost a year in jail was shunned by the world and rest of her life known as a murderer. so in a way she didn't get away with it. it completely ruined her life.
    She was arrested spent almost a year in jail was shunned by the world and rest of her life known as a murderer. so in a way she didn't get away with it. it completely ruined her life.
    4 answers · 4 days ago
  • Do you like my poem?

    The frisbee escaped my hand A few seconds premature The plastic scraping by and cutting So lightly, so invisibly The surface of my sweaty fingertips Slippery from the heat and laughter and carelessness Of time away from hallways. Cutting through the air The frisbee hovered near the trees Obscured by sunlight, I... show more
    The frisbee escaped my hand A few seconds premature The plastic scraping by and cutting So lightly, so invisibly The surface of my sweaty fingertips Slippery from the heat and laughter and carelessness Of time away from hallways. Cutting through the air The frisbee hovered near the trees Obscured by sunlight, I could only see A blue silhouette gliding And for a moment floating. Before it was absorbed in between golden, blinding leaves. Painting a portrait of watercolors The strokes not quite blended. My brother waited And so did I For what we expected from the earth Our glistening silhouette To return to the ground And rustle the leaves, shake up the dirt. Our eyes trying to scan the canvas But being thwarted by the beams. Our hands a silly tool. We did not want to forgive Or to accept this blinding reality Goodbye to our blue silhouette? Let the painters have their way. Blending the tangible Leaning towards Enigma.
    6 answers · 5 days ago
  • Is this poem about being undignified good?

    Dignity The Victorian mahogany shall carry the delicacies to-night, Adorned with subtle carvings, goblets frosted, the frigidity and stillness of a corpse, Splendid cutlery, china enameled pale, Calla lilies contrived into their most alluring form, Yet trembling under their stiffness. A man is sitting, his... show more
    Dignity The Victorian mahogany shall carry the delicacies to-night, Adorned with subtle carvings, goblets frosted, the frigidity and stillness of a corpse, Splendid cutlery, china enameled pale, Calla lilies contrived into their most alluring form, Yet trembling under their stiffness. A man is sitting, his cheeks thoroughly shaven, He sports a tuxedo, swathed in a satin cumberbund, His elegant windsor knot constrains the veins of his neck, Those shameful little creatures--why should their pain ruin the evening? The madam is taking her seat, Her silvery hair visibly stained by a foreign brown, Coiled like the intertwined body of a serpent, Her aura is stifled with deceitful fumes, Those ivory, aristocratic gloves choking her virtuous skin Which meant no harm at all. The Cala Lilies point longingly towards the window Where the tempest roars its fervent tune, Whether in pain or joy, The trees dance in raw harmony, Oscillating to and fro in the torrent of rain. The man stands up in disgust. “I do hope this undignified squall will not be of any harm to this most wondrous occasion!”
    6 answers · 7 days ago
  • Is this poem about Pandora's box good?

    Best answer: Overall I like this very much. But you asked for criticism so here goes: The archaic diction ("naught," "a-ringing") puts me off a bit. And are you sure you mean "sleight," or should that be "slight"? In a few places you use punctuation; in at least one place you use it... show more
    Best answer: Overall I like this very much. But you asked for criticism so here goes:

    The archaic diction ("naught," "a-ringing") puts me off a bit. And are you sure you mean "sleight," or should that be "slight"?

    In a few places you use punctuation; in at least one place you use it incorrectly; and in other places you omit punctuation. I see no rational reason for doing this. Either punctuate, or don't, or have a good reason for being inconsistent.

    One of the opportunities that free verse offers you is the ability to create interesting enjambments with line breaks. But except for "burying myself / into my sheets," I don't find any. "Traverse / the path," for example, is frustrating to me, because when I see the line break I think, "Hey, the poem is about to make some really cool metaphor involving 'traversing' something," but then when I see "the path," I'm let down, because yeah, of course a path is something you traverse; that line break doesn't give me or the language a new image, or a new metaphorcal way of looking at anything.

    But as I said, overall I like this a lot; I think it's worth continuing to work on.
    9 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • How do u spell the sound bye bye?

    6 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • What do you think of my group of haikus?

    1 The huge crocodile Angry at being disturbed chased the young gymnast 2 The feisty betta I scolded it for staring And it swirled about 3 My pet snake, Pinchy, Goes on adventures with me Guarding me from harm 4 The cat stared at her bathing suit, and then ran its claws down her bare back 5 The giant wasp... show more
    1 The huge crocodile Angry at being disturbed chased the young gymnast 2 The feisty betta I scolded it for staring And it swirled about 3 My pet snake, Pinchy, Goes on adventures with me Guarding me from harm 4 The cat stared at her bathing suit, and then ran its claws down her bare back 5 The giant wasp sped towards the bound teenager, stinging his bare butt
    4 answers · 1 week ago
  • How do I end this line for a poem?

    Best answer: “To whom I cherish more than summer sun" “To whom I cherish more than winter rain “To whom I cherish more than summer rain “To whom I cherish more than happiness “To whom I cherish more than freedom's bliss “To whom I cherish more than rain in spring “To whom I cherish more than any word. “To whom I... show more
    Best answer: “To whom I cherish more than summer sun"
    “To whom I cherish more than winter rain
    “To whom I cherish more than summer rain
    “To whom I cherish more than happiness
    “To whom I cherish more than freedom's bliss
    “To whom I cherish more than rain in spring
    “To whom I cherish more than any word.
    “To whom I cherish more than me or mine
    “To whom I cherish more than all I have
    “To whom I cherish more than health and wealth
    4 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • Does this rhyme?

    Best answer: Yes it does
    Best answer: Yes it does
    6 answers · 2 weeks ago