Any Potry lovers here?

can you write me a chinese poem? :P

I love to read poetry. I also very much like to write it. It is a very big part of my life.

Il mio sguardo si posa nel giardino di questa poesia, osservando una rosa nel mondo della continua follia, baciata dal sole accarezzata dal vento, non ci sono parole in questo momento. Continuo a guardare tanta dolcezza e le onde del mare bisbigliano tenerezza, tutti i paragoni che si stanno scrivendo nelle infinite stagioni sono istanti che si stanno vivendo. Io non so cosa dire di fronte tanta bellezza, emozioni da sentire on un'anima che non si spezza, ma pensando all'amore che fa sbocciare ogni cosa nel profondo del cuore sei tu questa rosa.

Nope, i dont like to read or write poems,,i just dont know why,,, :( :(

No man no poetry. Sorry.

Not much of a Poem Lover but was very moved by this particular Poem: THE SOLITARY REAPER BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?-- Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;-- I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Nope. I'm not a lover of poetry. I'm a lover of music and guitar and pictures.......

I'm enjoying lay down some words when i'm inspired. Most of my poems are in my native language (romanian) but i will share here one of my 2 poems in english: - Let the angels for you pray - Scattered glass thru my existence Stepping right in front of me, Guidance to my life ambitions When there was no one to see; You gave life from your own beeing, And you walked along the way; Mother, sister, child... oh, woman, Let the angels for you pray! I wrote this poem some time ago, let me know what you thing about it.

Nope. I'm not a lover of poetry. It used to be the most difficult part in my English Literature examinatios.

no

yes, i love to read as well as write poems

yes, i love to read as well as write poems

I like song lyrics as poetry