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JUDO said:Z -
(How do you pronounce that? Zhook?) Don't worry and welcome to the Poetry Forum at Lit. We have all manner of authors here. All of us were beginners sometime and painfully remember that first step on the stage.
I'm looking forward to reading your stuff and your reading of mine. We encourage everyone here to give constructive criticism and if not, just tell the author how the poem made your feel and give your opinion on what about it you liked or what about it bothered you.
Even though you're a 'newby', your opinion can help the most experienced veteran. Believe that and you'll do fine.
- Judo
JUDO said:Feedback often takes time. Wait for it. I've read your poem three times now myself and I'm still looking for the right things to say.
- Judo
Zhuk said:Symphony of Love
In pitch black darkness of the night
nothing to be seen, touched or felt.
Dreamy wind carry strains of music,
sounds of laughter filtering through.
Whispered request, murmured consent,
a pause, then hasty rustling of clothes.
Soft sighs and gasps of encouragement
join in a symphony of bliss, with shrill
cries and demanding grunts.
With an ever increasing tempo, Eros conducts
this orchestra of love, accompanied by
the beats of the two pumping hearts.
Moans and groans turn into screams and
growls, rising to a crescendo of pure joy.
Heavy breathing slows down and a hush
of contentment descends on the stage.
The Gods in heaven stand up and applaud
amid repeated requests of encore…
Fairytat said:
I have some more comments but for now this is all I would do to change this poem. I must go back over it again to get the full effect and collect my thoughts.
Passenger plane
is flying high
a pretty woman
on seat nearby
is sitting close
a tasty pie.
Passenger plane is flying high.
A pretty woman on seat nearby
Is sitting close - a tasty pie.
amid, a sigh
&
seeks consent
please, can I?
Zhuk said:Symphony of Love
In pitch black darkness of the night
nothing to be seen, touched or felt.
Dreamy wind carry strains of music,
sounds of laughter filtering through.
Whispered request, murmured consent,
a pause, then hasty rustling of clothes.
Soft sighs and gasps of encouragement
join in a symphony of bliss, with shrill
cries and demanding grunts.
With an ever increasing tempo, Eros conducts
this orchestra of love, accompanied by
the beats of the two pumping hearts.
Moans and groans turn into screams and
growls, rising to a crescendo of pure joy.
Heavy breathing slows down and a hush
of contentment descends on the stage.
The Gods in heaven stand up and applaud
amid repeated requests of encore…
Suzi said:
Suddenlly I feel the need for a cigarette...lol