I stood were I wasn't present
The where were I was present
Three sixty five attendance
Very tense in the dense.
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I'm hoping that your lovely prize poem will win for you the prize.
hate it when people go on about rhyming and why we shouldn't do it, some people like to rhyme others do not, it's not right to push your individual style on other aspiring poets. If it's good enough for dylan and emily d rhyming is good enough for me lol
Know your style, stick to it, improve where necessary, enjoy and... keep on keeping on!
I have read three poems so far and all of wich i believe show that you need improvement in English grammer, if you were to improve i believe that you would be able to write much better. Also a word of advice. poetry does not have to have rhyming but it does when the words fit(They will give of a feeling to you, and you will know that no other word is better than the one you chose) , rhyming words in place of a better word kills the poem. As for the review of this poem. I do not feel as if you enjoyd writing this poem and as a result, i do not enjoy reading it much eithor. again i wait for your improvement. I believe that you have talent and that you can write much better poetry. Also i would enjoy it if you wrote a poem in a different style other than the 3 i have seen. Thank you.
nice thought provoking piece...winning in having the talent to express oneself... well done.. tyvm and thanks for reviewing my beautiful kenya...karen
I don't quite understand this poem...... my humble suggestion is that you should also write what you mean by this poem.... for better understanding of the readers.
My honest opinion, I'm a bit confused what you're trying to express here. Although I like the message embodied in the end - that it doesn't matter what prizes or awards one may receive for poetry, a poem remains your most intimate and reflects your inner sensations, which is ultimately what matters most.
I was to we We and I to society I am looking at myself Walking away to find myself.
I was to we We and I to society I am looking at myself Walking away to find myself.
a lovely prize poem. nice write