Friday, March 22, 2019

Resurrection Of Donne Comments

Rating: 5.0

Resurrection of the dead tree;
Twas standing merely for me.
Today sprouting with green hope
Makes me lively and proud of.
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Jagdish Singh Ramana
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Chinedu Dike 27 March 2020

Well expressed thoughts and feelings written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation.

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Manpreet Singh 11 February 2020

I like that you write with such a passion and you have a gift of imagination. I would also like to ask you to work on your punctuation (not everyone reads your poem the same way as you) . And also shouldn't it be " flew' instead of " flue" .

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Rajnish Manga 28 July 2019

I appreciate the positive vibes that the poem exudes so generously. It talks of 'sprouting with green hope... Makes me lively.... In the dawn' and the like. Fascinating Images reflecting a romantic mood and a reference to John Donne- the poet of love- are rib tickling. Thanks for this beautiful poem.

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 March 2019

In the dawn my eyes looking through A couple of pigeons by heart flue, I grow red and pink My heart throbs for thee and sinks...oh what a wonderful poetic lines dear poet. thank u so much. tony

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Srijita Mondal 23 March 2019

Rebirth of a tree, sprouting with green hope..nice poem..

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Anil Kumar Panda 22 March 2019

A wonderful poem indeed on the resurrection of valuable life that is almost gone. Short and to the point the poem has an amazing flow while narrating the tale. Thanks for sharing. A must read for nature lovers.10++++++

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 22 March 2019

A beautiful poem that captures growth and renewal of life. Great imagery.

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Prabir Gayen 22 March 2019

Very beautiful poem dear young poet... And I am happy to get your invitation . Please invite me to read your new poem.... Every one is busy...tthans

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Prabir Gayen 22 March 2019

Resurrection of the dead tree Twas standing merely for me, Today sprouting with green hope Makes me lively and proud of. At dawn my eyes looking through A couple of pigeons by heart flue, I grow red and pink My heart throbs for her and sinks Into the waves of love. Oh! hold me for I am Donne.... .......... beautiful poem

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Jagdish Singh Ramana

Jagdish Singh Ramana

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