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Read More**A Complaint to You** I complain about you— about this life we are living now, about the way we drift through days without knowing how. When you care, you must also give— for what is love if not the courage to live? I complain about you again, for giving...
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Nice write. I like the continuation of reasons that you stacked in the stanzas. It works well. Solid writing.
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Hi, thank you for your review. Your encouraging reply is great effort in making me a better writer.
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXXI I watch the full moon rise outside my window, its beams slowly reflect across your naked skin. You stir some, sigh, as my fingers caress gently patterns across your breasts. Yaraa, let me love you like the gently rains of Springtime as it plays upon...
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this is so sensual. Very nice;))
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From the moon to the imagery in touch and plea, this is pure, beautiful seduction
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
April Poetry #5
April 5 is just another day
in a year already a fourth
of its life gone. But this day
has no song, unless you want
to count the rhythm and noise
of imperial bombs sent by
the “shining light on top of
the hill”, who has always promised
the grave and the slave. April 5,
just another day where they
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I was thinking this morning about that phrase march to the beat of your own drum. But the noise of the world is so loud these days it’s difficult to hear it. Those last lines…damn!
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Sorry??
What does the word even mean
An apology that is supposed to be given when felt
The word does not erase the feelings
That absolute absurdity of itAs a child you were made to say your sorry
Looking in that same child’s eyes
There is not an ounce of remorse
Confusion
AngerAdolescents are no better
Sorry rolls off the…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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A ‘sorry’ like this is nothing more than the ego trip to make whoever said it feel good about themselves and nothing to do with changing what they have done. To be truly sorry, takes action, means changing attitude, behavior, and not doing whatever they have done again. A good poem for day #5 of poetry month, Fia. -Curt
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Thank you, Curt
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My draft I see AI couldn’t express so well my emotional thoughts.
I complain about you for the life
Which we are seeing now
When you care you also need to give
I complain about you that you are giving much fun than freaking life which you are of with
I complain now about you that your responsibility has risen with much sacrifice to give to make mom and dad to be a dad as like dad and mom care and sacrifice.
I do because you are wasting a dollar for every second and you are not saving a dollar every second.
I beg your pardon for seeing the life what we are going through I must say complaints to you about your self because we ended up with no control of mom and dad…..
Jessy Jacob ❤️