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i love your poetry!. i think it is one of the best i have seen in long time!. please keep writing for us!. LEMME ANSWER THAT i think you are wrong about depression poems, true they are good for therapy but always writing about something happy is saying you are inhuman!. there is no one who never gets depressed!. so we writer poetry on our lives!. which, isn't that what poetry is!? writing about expression!? well, i thyink it was amazing and you should keep writing your style!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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SOME PEOPLE LIKE SHOUTING POEMS!

I don't care for these "you left me and I'm miserable" poems!. they are good therapy, but bad poetry!. Way too trite!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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wow!.!.!.!. me in a nut shell!. that's good!. no, scracth that!. it was GREAT!!!!!!! blew me away in the wind!. better than my poems!. as good as my frirend mandy's, though!. sounds like her type of thing!. it'd blow her away, too, i bet!. thanx for posting this!!Www@QuestionHome@Com

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The rhyme scheme was all over the place!. Besides that, I think you did a good job conveying your feelings!.

I'm sorry you're going though such a tough time and I really hope things get better for you!. =)Www@QuestionHome@Com

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Yes , i think that this poem is a really good one !.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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A little bit uneven , but I think with editing there is potential !. Good luck and keep writing :)Www@QuestionHome@Com

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I agree with LEMME ANSWER THAT!!. A Huge part of poetry is expressing yourself as unique!. Saying the same thing that has been said many many times in the same amateurishly cliche'd way as thousands of other "poems" that fill pages of teenage diaries and notebooks is fine for personal expression!. There isn't a magazine or publisher that would touch this!. You shouldn't use the words "love" and "sorrow"

You need to:
Show, don't tell!.
use poetic devices and elements such as simile and metaphor and imagery!.

here's an example, you tell ME what is different!?

Facing It
by Yusef Komunyakaa


My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite!.
I said I wouldn't,
dammit: No tears!.
I'm stone!. I'm flesh!.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning!. I turn
this way--the stone lets me go!.
I turn that way--I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference!.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke!.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap's white flash!.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall!.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare!.
The sky!. A plane in the sky!.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine!. I'm a window!.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone!. In the black mirror
a woman's trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair!.

OR

Stillbirth
by Laure-Anne Bosselaar

On a platform, I heard someone call out your name:
No, Laetitia, no!.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing,
but I rushed in, searching for your face!.

But no Laetitia!. No!.
No one in that car could have been you,
but I rushed in, searching for your face:
no longer an infant!. A woman now, blond, thirty-two!.

No one in that car could have been you!.
Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen!.
No longer an infant!. A woman now, blond, thirty-two:
I sometimes go months without remembering you!.

Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen:
I was told not to look!. Not to get attached—
I sometimes go months without remembering you!.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space!.

I was told not to look!. Not to get attached!.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing!.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space!.
On a platform, I heard someone calling your name!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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