Search:

That people who are similar in some way (ie related) are essentially the same. So a forefather is the same as a father.

Probably a blooper upon further analysis. :blush:

My father taught his father’s craft to me
Who had been taught by his before
And like so often is for like, I am sure
That my forefathers taught their sons
As I will teach my son in time
Or so I...

I don't know who I am. Sometimes, people tell me I am called Dave and that before the accident I was a great success.

A book I can recall having incredible difficulty with is The Silmarillion by Tolkein. From memory, it had no real plot, was ridiculously written - full of old language and overly complicated...

Thanks for your feedback. I will keep your views in mind with my future writing as creative writing in the short story/prose form is a new hobby and one that I aim to pursue as much as possible. With...

I enjoyed the story. There were a couple of great concepts. The beginning was excellent in creating a harrowing narrator who is close to death and set the tone for the rest of the piece really well....

I thought this was an interesting plot reasonably well written. The highlight being the descriptive elements which made it easy to create the pictures of the story and the dialogue. Although I would...

Any feedback whether positive or negative would be greatly appreciated and reciprocated!

Silently, and with the clinical authority of one trained to an unprecedented level in his art, the hitman paused and raised his head cocking it slightly as though straining to hear some message in...

Whilst they were good books in themselves I could never enjoy anything I studied in school/college courses.

Also, there have been a lot of books I have stopped at the 50 page mark. The most...

I remember my English teacher said far more thought goes into the analyzing than into the actual creation of literature.

You should have kept quiet. It really is a good poem about soldiers!...

I concur with the positive feedback and really enjoyed the poem. The use of metaphor, alliteration and wordplay here is exemplary. Although I disagree with smerdyakov, I believe it is quite apparent...

To me this reads a lot more like prose than poetry. To that end, it is quite a nice piece of prose.

Through the eye of a peephole
My life ebbs away
I smile at my neighbour twice
She returns it once
For tomorrow is there today

We glance from across the room
Our words in the air
They hang...

Thanks a lot for the feedback IceM, I will touch up the poem and post it later on in this thread. From now on I am going to use this thread to post all my poems in. This is another poem I have...

I don't mean to sound disrespectful but this is prose not poetry.

I felt that rhyme was an important factor of the poem as the eloquent sound of rhyme emphasized the aesthetic beauty of the place. I also have no problem using simple language, I've always felt...

Perhaps it went over my head but I don't see any form to this poem. It's all content and thinking about it the content isn't that good either. In fact thinking about it even more, this isn't even a...

This is a poem I wrote whilst sat in one of my favourite haunts; the iron bridge in Liverpool. It is a spot on Sefton Park of great beauty, with a pond and beautiful surrounding trees/flowers/general...

She broke my heart
With all her guile
Greenest eyes and
The cruellest smile

What’s left is hers
For none can do
What she did to me
A gift of agony

The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene. That is the book that brought me crashing down from the clouds into the cruel world of reality with an almighty bang. It has however improved my quality of life...

Thanks a lot for the positive feedback. The similarities to Robert Frost's A Road Not Taken were not intentional although the idea may have surfaced from it's presence in my sub conscious. I confess...

I liked it. I interpreted as an obsession with a woman who seemed to be too good for this world. I especially liked the "Trapped in shades of grey", the thought of a colorful butterfly amidst such a...

There’s a box inside my head
To which she holds the key
In there I place my biggest secret
The man I want to be

I walked a lane in a foreign land
Amidst a wood of flowers, and birds
Who...

Thanks, I wish I had the heart to show this to her.