I haven't been writing much poetry lately; sometimes it seems like life just takes over! I'm feeling quite rusty, but am trying to get back into the flow of things. My personal favourite poets are Lermontov, Poe, Tarkovsky, Frost, and Emily Dickinson. I love rhyming poems, but I'm learning to appreciate free verse as well.
Any and all comments on my poems are very much appreciated; I try to return every one within a few days at the most. I appreciate critical comments; do your worst! I will not get personally offended and I know that I'm not the best poet out there, and that I have a lot to learn. Hopefully any comments I leave on your poems will be helpful too.
WARNING: I do try to be very honest in my critiques. If the rhyme sounds awkward to me, I'll say it (courteously). If the rhythm feels off, I'll point it out (politely). Your grammar will be ruthlessly (and respectfully) corrected. I don't say any of this because I think I'm better than any of you. Far from it. However, honest and critical comments are a sign of my regard for you and your poetry. I have too much respect for both to waste your time with empty flattery.
~Élodie
In my heart's sequestered chambers lie truths stripped of poets' gloss
Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute
In response to aching silence, memory summons half-heard voices
And my soul finds primal eloquence, and wraps me in song
Any and all comments on my poems are very much appreciated; I try to return every one within a few days at the most. I appreciate critical comments; do your worst! I will not get personally offended and I know that I'm not the best poet out there, and that I have a lot to learn. Hopefully any comments I leave on your poems will be helpful too.
WARNING: I do try to be very honest in my critiques. If the rhyme sounds awkward to me, I'll say it (courteously). If the rhythm feels off, I'll point it out (politely). Your grammar will be ruthlessly (and respectfully) corrected. I don't say any of this because I think I'm better than any of you. Far from it. However, honest and critical comments are a sign of my regard for you and your poetry. I have too much respect for both to waste your time with empty flattery.
~Élodie
In my heart's sequestered chambers lie truths stripped of poets' gloss
Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute
In response to aching silence, memory summons half-heard voices
And my soul finds primal eloquence, and wraps me in song
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- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I have 590 comments, 3 contests, 67 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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The denial flooding my veins
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Our eyes meet and glance away,
as stones skip across a lake.
My Stories
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If she is a dramatic thunderstorm, captivating and bold and bright, then I am like this rain. Grey and unexciting, so distant on the outside, but wishing to be299 lines, 1 comment, June 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
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ZachP on October 22Bonjour, Cherie;
it's been a while!
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nearlycivilized on November 6, 2007Thank you so much for your amazing comment on my poem. It helped me a lot, I really appreciate it!
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Keith on December 24, 2005Thank you so much for your generous comments on my poems. I just thought I'd drop in to say a few words. You have a real talent for language and poetic form which makes your work stand out from the crowd, so to speak. Much of the writing on here is really only prose split into lines, and it's nice to read some verses which go beyond that. You also have a feel for unusual subject matter, which is refreshing after reading endless verses on how much the world/ my parents/ my bofriend/girlfriend hate me. Keep up the writing, and I wish you all the best for 2006.
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Man of Harlech on July 26, 2005I am answering some of your remarks and questions. Sorry about the mispelling-I do that because I an hopelessly lazy. I am sure that this poem was correct in every way. When writing about a historical subject I don't think there is a whole lot we can add, unless some new information has been uncovered. Jeanne has become more a subject of legend than history. I visited a small chapel that she supposedly worshiped in. It gave me a feeling about her but not any facts to file away. I had an image of a true believer type who was very much alone with her beliefs and quite vulnerable to other people's whims and fancies. She would have screamed and cried and burped and urped just like anyone else. Such a person did not come through to me; in fact I looked at other people's comments to find out who this person was. Then, of course, I recognised that you had done a good piece of work. I just would like to see something on Jeanne d'Arc that has her totally go bonkers in the midst of the flames.
