Writing Article: Poetry Journal

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posted by jarik

Here's some advice for all آپ budding poets out there. Start a poetry journal and start writing a poem everyday.

To get started all آپ need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired سے طرف کی something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.

You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of writing on a regular basis and سے طرف کی doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice آپ will get سے طرف کی keeping a poetry journal.

Nice-Guy, Bibelot and 6 others like this

iluvtheshow Thanks for the advice!

jennyrules1504 I'm already doing that but write heaps of poems.Yay i have a poetry journal.

whitelion great idea

_Blackhearts_xx i do that (: i dont leave the house without it(:

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Piano Magic - A Short Story

posted by Dearheart

Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Christmas کنسرٹ was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar کوکیز with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...

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3 words in the English Dictionary that no other words rhyme with...

posted by rahma

♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.
♥
It is sometimes کہا that the words:

orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.

♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables یا fewer

بادام

aspirin

bachelor

chaos

chimney

circus

different (whether pronounced as two- یا three-syllable word)

film

hostage

javelin

justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)

laundry

luggage

monster

ماہ

citrus

office

زیتون

مالٹا, نارنگی (only rhymes with proper nouns)

pint

پینگوئن, پیںگان

پیزا

promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)

purple

shadow

silver

transfer

vacuum

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How to Prepare Your Manuscript

posted by Pushkin319

Remember that آپ want to make a good impression and that the presentation of your manuscript is the first step. When you're preparing a manuscript, whether it's an article, a short story, یا a novel, there are certain styles that make your piece stand out. آپ want it to look professional—not like the large percentage of manuscripts that appear as if the writer took no care at all in the presentation.

Writers disagree on whether editors really care about the typeface and the line spacing and whether the manuscript follows a certain style یا format. Some editors don't care about these things,...

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Poetry Contest Submissions

posted by Cinders

It's finally here! All the submissions to this month's poetry contest is included within this soapbox, for your convenience. For the sake of the judges, I am allowing two weeks from today for them to peruse the works herein and then create a pick with their سب, سب سے اوپر five choices. The judges may confer amongst themselves if they wish. Input from the Fanpop community should also be considered. تبصرے on particular poems are welcome. The only thing that is prohibited is pointing out (subtly یا obviously) which poem is yours. As a poet, that may disqualify آپ from the competition, for betraying the...

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Will (Extended Version)

posted by Emoshinell

To me, Will is مزید than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when آپ spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give آپ when آپ turn away from me; when I want most for آپ to stay close to me.

And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.

Without you, my دل is silent. آپ arethe only one who has touched my دل and it will always be yours. آپ are my only love. I've left my دل with you; look over it closely....

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use your weapon

added by vampiress015

Source: BBC

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Dearheart's Do's and Don'ts for Budding Writers

posted by Dearheart

Ladies and gentlemen, writers of all ages (especially teens/preteens) and species (except mosquitoes), welcome! I'm bored, have a writer's block made of concrete and am feeling particularly resentful towards the curse known as textese/chatspeak. (Seriously, whatever happened to good ol' morse code?) So I decided the best way to give my writing a rest is to help out with yours! Aren't I generous? :)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that I am not an expert سے طرف کی any means. I'm not a writing guru یا a master advice-giver-person. I am simply a fellow writer who wants to pass on what she's learned;...

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a writers best friend

added by whitelion

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poem, capture my دل

posted by whitelion

love, a word that can bring much joy یا much pain
it can put the دل at ease یا under strain
and as that word to each other we spoke
it made our hearts complete and not broke

a feeling unlike any other i felt
as آپ heavenly eyes made my دل melt
آپ were always the one, i could tell
cause from the moment i saw آپ in love i fell

the words to describe آپ a poet can never posses
آپ were always the one that was hard to impress
آپ wanted مزید than poetry and flowers could give
because only on true love your دل could live

to capture my دل for آپ it only took
one moment one smile and one unforgettable look

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In Love With My Best Friend

added by martemora15

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Opposites

posted by harold

The مصنف considered. Then the مصنف wrote:

Two opposites sat on a park bench

The مصنف deleted

eating their curds and whey

as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with

and one wanted the other to leave.

The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be مزید specific than that."

The مصنف considered. Then the مصنف wrote:

The Republican sat down اگلے to the Democrat on the park bench

and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, آپ couldn't...

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Writing

added by roxy_cutegirl

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I Ran (short story)

posted by ToEkNeE

I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...

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a thoughtfull pen

added by whitelion

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Young Enough - A Children's Poem

posted by Dearheart

Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, دن and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real یا just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can اقدام when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My بستر becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't آپ hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...

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Is Poetry A Dying Art?

posted by Cinders

I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poetry as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read سے طرف کی the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because سے طرف کی that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the تفصیل of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...

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آپ are all i desire, a poem

posted by whitelion

your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if آپ gave me a choice
everything about آپ i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only آپ i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about آپ i admire
آپ are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my دل would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions آپ play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name

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Divorce, It should be a cuss word

posted by iluvtheshow

Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't آپ happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.

Chapter 1 *Gwen*

Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives...

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the writer

added by whitelion

Sounds

posted by mrs-mindfreak

Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any مزید sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
Meredith crept down the hall and into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ for a little snack. Maybe some warm دودھ would put her to sleep. She reached...