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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.

Motion Control
Motion control I love to surround myself with intelligent minds, the rewards of complexity. I adore the sensation, of moments of pressure. Meditation on avoidance of mediocrity. Mal adjustment, a simple fear to procrastinate over.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Happy Life
Happy life with colorful clouds. Happy life is like a poem. Although the development process has its ups and downs The goal is clear and will be achieved.
By Jerrod Shriver5 years ago in Poets
The Dye Maker
I am working – every day, all day, it is like baking. You are making, creating, balancing, deciding. Each ingredient must be just right
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Poets
Mathematics
A biology, however hard it tries, Will always be organismal. Does the biology make you shiver? does it? Pay attention to the math,
By Raj Karki5 years ago in Poets
Walking to Oak-Head Pond and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and weeks
Walking to Oak-Head Pond and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks What is so utterly invisible
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Drawing patterns
A lure, however hard it tries, Will always be irresistible. A lure is overpowering. a lure is overwhelming, a lure is resistless, however.
By Ram Paudel5 years ago in Poets
Dell And I
In a mansion grand, just over the way Lives bonny, beautiful Dell; You may have heard of this lady gay,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Cordonostic Poems - The Poetic Form I Created Myself ...
The bird in the photo may be a suitable poetry prompt for you, for creating your first Cordonostic poem, or you may have your own things you want to write about. I may have a think about the bird, and create a new Cordonostic poem, especially for the bird, and this post, fun! If I do write that poem, it will be under the one I wrote some time ago, which is underneath the explanation of what a Cordonostic poem is, below.
By Carolyn Cordon5 years ago in Poets
Pizza lite
One afternoon I said to myself, "Why isn't the cheeseburger more lean?" Down, down, down into the darkness of the cheeseburger,
By Dipsion Neupane5 years ago in Poets
Wrecked Illusions
You are now in London town, Louis Becke, Keeping up your old renown, Writing yarns of women brown, Getting yellow money down,
By shyam sapkota5 years ago in Poets
The Aim Was Song
Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night In any rough place where it caught.
By shyam sapkota5 years ago in Poets
The Judge's Song
When I, good friends, was called to the Bar, I'd an appetite fresh and hearty, But I was, as many young barristers are,
By Bg Das5 years ago in Poets