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Visual Poetry: Romantic “Being extremely cold…”

by Theresa Williams 

Visual Poetry:   Visual poems use images as poetry.  It is poetry that uses media and language.  The following poem uses visual elements about romance.

This poem is visual poetry about romance and robots.  It is also about health and humans.  The following title explains romance for the robot and human.

Visual Poetry:  “Being extremely cold and damp was the next thing I became aware of…”

 

Video poetry is video and visual poetry.  It is also called media poetry.  (It uses technology. )

Visual poetry and video poetry showcase elements of the poem such as visual images.  It also uses sound art.  

A great visual poem will go above words that are just spoken or written.  You may be just starting out or already a professional… anyone can use visual poetry.  It’s time to create great digital art!

Good luck!

Thank you for reading

 

 

 

Though Everything’s Buyable (Haiku)

Look; “Those seeds start grow

While the plastic plants stood still

And it’s quite different”

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GUEST POST POETRY

HAIKU by Rijal Muammar from Indonesia

Rijal is an author of a book in poetry titled as BUKANTOLOGI, that written in Bahasa (Indonesian Language). For more awesome poems, Find him on:

Medium: Kerijalan

Instagram: bukantologi

time [poem]

Take your things into your dream

It is not about running in life

Maybe clockwise is wiser than you

Ends is not about how you rotate it to fit you


To think every single step in your dream

In the aims you pursuing in life

Mocking bird is more popular than a singer

Every flag has its pole and no need to go rushly


The numbers are just your guide

If you believe, it just about moving

Mistake is mistakes even you turn it into justice

Except you are never look at your walls to find you time’s point


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A GUEST POETRY:-“LOVE IS A NESTED WING” BY:Kae Bucher

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LOVE IS A NESTED WING

pebbles in ponds glisten
fish swim over fins christen
love is a nested ring

smart girls stumble upon garden roots
girls in glasses shoo off new shoots
love is a broken thing

he writes her name with quiet fingers
spells her lips with love he brings her
love is a nested wing

Bunnies shan’t nibble new bouncy mates
Bouncers trounce with rakes at gates
love is a tempest thing

market to market to sell fat hogs hearken…his love doesn’t cry
his belted shorts aren’t a bargain…soft saffron in his eyes
love is a forever scented sigh

BY: Kae Bucher

website:-https://bucketsonabarefootbeach.com/

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A GUEST POST “I’ve Always Told You” by “PRATIK KIRVE FROM PUNE

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 I’ve Always Told You

No, I’m not misunderstanding anything. 
You have always been a free-spirited, 
Straight forward, eloquent, and articulate. 
And I miss that, I’ve always told you.

You always spoke your mind, 
You talked whatever you wanted,
Without thinking who thinks what about you.
And I admire that, I’ve always told you.

So, if you are not saying, ‘I miss you,’ 
What do you expect me to believe? 
I believe you don’t miss me. 
And I distaste that, I’ve always told you.

When I confronted you for being mean to me, 
All you said was, you’re misunderstanding me.
Then, you began giving explanations. 
And I hate that, I’ve always told you.

You can’t expect me to realize on my own, 
If you’re not saying it out loud as you always did,
I think, either you don’t miss me or you’ve changed.
And I realize that, I’ve always told you.

You’ve always been vocal to express love to me,
We had to part ways, but never resented each other,
Then why not to be vocal about missing me?
And I resent that, I’ve always told you.

This means only one thing, you’ve changed.
You’re not the person I fell in love with. 
The distance, the new environment changed you. 
And I believe that, I’ve always told you.

And even if you want to give explanation for that, 
You better keep it to yourself. 
I don’t expect explanations from unknown people.
And I resolve that, I’ve always told you.

Whatever the excuse or explanation you have,
I just want to tell you, I’ve always missed you.
Your place in my life is irreplaceable. 
I know that, you know that, 
And I don’t have to tell you that.

by: PRATIK KIRVE

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SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IN HIS OWN WORDS:-

Hi, Dear Reader!!
I am Pratik Kirve From Pune, India. An Avid Reader, Cool-minded Introvert, who always sees the world around him from own point of view & gets lost in his own world! I like daydreaming & believing that it’s possible.
The purpose of my writing is to tell people that they are not alone. There are people who feel the same way you felt when you were going through the same situations I portray in stories and poems. I felt the loneliness for almost a year. And I tried to escape from reality in that period through stories and poetry. So, I started writing personal stories as well as stories of people who have gone through a struggle to give strength to others.
Besides poetry and stories, I like football. I am a huge fan of Manchester United. I love drinking cold coffee. I also love listening to music, especially Eminem and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

 

 

“Fairies Speak about such things”by: “KAE BUCHER” from CALIFORNIA

http://bucketsonabarefootbeach.com

Fairies Speak about such things

What are heavens made of that some were made to sigh?
And others made to laugh at them and make girls wish to die?
Fairies speak about such things…

Winds of wingless angels watch untouchable girls huddle
Dark clouds shove little girls into ugly mud-bled puddles
Fairies cry about such things…

Wheat colored girls sip rainbows they tie their hair in ribbons
Listen to their pretty songs and follow them to kittens
Fairies forget about such things…

White gold cotton wraps her chocolate colored bliss
She is an evening full of white stars, a cocoa covered kiss
Fairies sing about such things

Dusky Cinderella washes white rice, white veined flowers
Prince Charming picks Black Diamond for his special hour
Fairies sing and dance…. whisper love songs… I grow wings..

by: KAE BUCHER FROM CALIFORNIA

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ABOUT KAE BUCHER: She lives in California where she  eavesdrops on mustard seed speeches and sweet pea dreams.  She sees her feet reach like  roots towards  seas where heartbeats… breathe her in… and poetry breathes out.

She was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. She completed her bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where she minored in Christian ministry. She has also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.

In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, she also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. she has now been writing for over twenty years.