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LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 09
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: December 09
I am 23yr old female from the UK. At the moment I write poetry, and have so far had 2 poems published by a little known publisher. It’s nothing major but at least it’s a start. I hope one day to be good enough to get published by Faber & Faber, the same people who published Sylvia Plath, who is someone I am inspired by. I try to read as much Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton as I can. If I can be half as good as them I can die happy. It’s a good idea to read as much poetry as you can, but those 2 ladies are my favourites. UA Fanthorpe’s pretty good too.
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'You can lead a pen to paper but you can't make it write'
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There are homemade bombs and nuclear bombs and Bombs carried in rucksacks and bombs boarding planes Bombs sending ripples of destruction and bringing us that much closer to apocalypse And these are not the kind you see in cartoons, those big black balls with ‘bomb’ written on the side They are liquid and sticky and dirty and filled with nails and they Are made by the man next door and the man with the beard and the man who suddenly withdrew from society but you never took the time to wonder w...
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Lilly puts on a show for me, Closed petals waver Then burst open under a sun spotlight. Odours drift across to my senses And attract the bit part bees. Lilly dances on the stem, Showing off her coloured skirts And waving her fistfuls of pollen. The great crescendo. The final act A tragic end, A withering death In cool darkness. Lilly sags. A curtain of rain, An applause.
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Thousands of lives lost On that cool Autumn morning, And I remember.
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As the daylight cools and fades, The graveyards stir and shake off their dead. Mists roll and spread. The First, the Original, The Unnatural One creeps With his death odours and blood red lips, Across the blacks and the blues and the moonlight, To the sleepers and the tramps, Ripe with life. They are slow, ignorant cattle to Him, They bloom a red bouquet through the artery stem, Until mortality renders a pale chill across their skin. He feels no guilt, no shame, His is the Godless life, where...
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When you read the poem it flows very well and is intelligently written. I felt compelled to read until the end. I like the way it encompasses a whole relationship, although it seems to have a more negative and less hopeful ending than 'Eternal Sunshine,' which is about the notion that you can't help who you fall in love with and it's better to have the memories of a failed relationship than no memories at all.
The second stanza doesn't seem as effective as the others (being high on the gas - there are many places you could go with that), but all the others contain descriptions that I find really pleasing. It's humorous in it's subtle way. I like it.
I like this. It's short but yet quite powerful. I particularly like the line, 'each new parched heart he sets inside.' That is very effective I think.
A rather grim but effective poem. I like the line, 'the cat clamps his teeth around the note' - that works well.
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