Poetry is the magic of the words that come out from your heart to show the whole world how you feel in this life. Write in English about any subject in poetry, share others your comments and critiques to help improving the writing.
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If poetry is your passion, then here is the right place for you to make your words alive.I Love, I hate, I feel sad, happy, I cry some times & I laugh, this is me a HUMAN. Photo copy your emotions in poetic pictures full of imagination & expression. Welcome to Poetry group :)

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  • Hello everyone! I'm glad to have joined the Poetry group! :) I'd like to share with you 2 short poems by a Japanese poet and calligrapher Mitsuo Aida translated into English. Hope you'll enjoy them! :)
    "Because it has lived its life intensely
    the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by.
    The flowers merely flower,
    And they do this as well as they can.
    The white lily, blooming unseen in the valley,
    Does not need to explain itself to anyone;
    It lives merely for beauty.
    Men, however, cannot accept that 'merely'."

    "You don't always have to pretend to be strong,
    there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,
    you shouldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking,
    cry if you need to,
    it's good to cry out all your tears
    (because only then will you be able to smile again). "

    If you feel like, leave your comments :) Thank you :)
  • Thank you Philip..I learned a lot.
  • Hi Philip,

    I like your poem..very nice!..I think your poem (Insides inside) has a hidden meaning or something..Is this a poem for a man who has a complete understanding of life? He loves to think and contemplate. He is intelligent. But he can't communicate what's really on his mind to others. What really inside his mind he can't relate it although he has a great things to say. Maybe because as you said his experience of life hardship and degradation. Hence, in some point he developed a inferiority complex towards others. He wanted it to scream his mind but how? He can't find ways to show it outwardly. That's why what's happening outside is different what's going inside.

    or....

    Just simply on this moment his mind is wandering, thinking so many things. His appearance is like he doesn't give a damn of what is happening in outside world. But in reality inside his mind is full of things he contemplate.

    It's just how I perceive it..Would you mind to explain what you mean with your poem, please?

    mayumee
  • Dear Natasha, you don't have to be a poet,, as long you have a good taste in poetry that's more than great.You can make your space and post all the poems you like to post, and we will going to put our comments, and ask if possible,my friend this will be very good also for us.This is my opinion and I believe things will be great.Yours Night.
  • Hello, Mr. Night and everybody,
    I love poetry, so I am here. I can rhyme one word with another, but I cannot consider me to be a poet. I think I'm the same as some members here. It's a good idea of having a personal space for every local poet. I think I needn't. I'd like only take part in a game and sometimes post poems by other famous poet as a beautiful pattern.
    I'm waiting for your responce.
    Sincere regards.
  • Hi Mr. Nights. How are you?

    I agree to you, Mr. Night. This will make our group more organize.. In one glance we can see all the poem of each member.

    The first poem we can post it in our own space, Do you mean also the next poems can be post in this same page? In the same box or in the comment wall in your own space?
  • Dear poets,
    I'm thinking of some thing very interesting , How about making a poetry space for every each of you? In the forum Discussion box, for example you start a Discussion, you only put your name, like ; Mr-Night, and this will be known as your poetry space, only your poems posted there and any one who likes your poetry can comment there.
    This way will be good for gathering all your work in one known place, and If you can’t do that I can help you. Please , just to make the group page organized, you only have to write in the Discussion Title your name! only your name.

    Send me back what you think, and If I get the approval of more than 5 members, we will start doing it, right now just mail me back!

    Kind Regards
    Mr-Night
  • So nice to get this group....
    Time of essence

    If time is of essence, then let it be today
    Our visions like a ship, on a sea, that sails away
    Halt you wind, soften all this tension and brisk fear
    Each day drifts closer.... Look, reach out, your dream is near
    Am i pessimistic to think there may never be
    An altruistic love between two people, specially you and me
    Look! The ship drifts closer, temptation says to search
    No! Wait for the current slowly bring it to a perch
    My feelings teader tauder watching waves bounce for and aft
    Lets tell no lies and compromises, the caption turned and laughed
    Swiftly raise the sail, for new winds begin to blow
    My heart and dreams exit with the ship as I watch her go
    Tears not wasted for a lesson was left by him
    Future is for those who dream, past is broken dreams, you see
    So build on all those downfalls to make the future bright
    Be optimistic for the present, and the rest will turn out right!

    A poetry for something i used to think it impossible, but........
    The best memory of someone.....
  • What is this life?
    What is this life without a smile
    Sorrow and worries have filled the Nile
    What is this life without a hope
    It seems there but beyond the scope
    What is this life without a dream
    A dawn without the sun to beam
    What is this life if happiness is a way,
    we can do nothing only pray.
    What is this life without an aim
    Man and animals will be the same
    What is this life if full of pain,
    A bare desert without rain.
    What is this life a day without breeze
    A big forest with burnt trees
    What is this life a rotten orange to squeeze
    Its not ours but we have a signed lease
    27/4/2010
  • To the freedom Navy To Gaza
    In a dark day their blood was shed
    Turning the sea's colour into dark red
    They were heroes for freedom fight
    With bare chests struggled with all their might
    Sharks from the sea ,ravens from the sky they firmly face
    History has never known such a case
    To shoot civilians and freedom advocates in the midday
    Is a real crime .Its not a play
    Wolves in a thick forest you were grown
    Savages you came to kill ,to murder and to break the bone
    Equally pulled Europeans ,Arabs , Asians and Turkish
    To the shore in a ship like the fish
    You know no mercy on children nor women you were inhumane
    The shoots from the sky were like the rain
    The world has been silent ,it has been dead
    We condemn ,disapprove, criticize these words covered the head
    Oh world ! Where were you ???
    Its their habit ,nothing is new
    They killed children ,women, old men ,even handicapped
    All their crimes have been wrapped
    You were deaf ,You were blind
    Navey,thanks for the favour you were kind
    You melt the snow and the real face revealed
    Sixty years we have been in such a field
    Dear navy ,what can you do??
    It wasn't secret all the world took cue
    You 'll condemn and to the International Court sue.
    The US is there to say veto.
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Life

LIFEOur life is full of twists and turnsWith highs and lows a story burnsWe are but candles in the windMoved to and fro not on a whimWe stand so high but then we fallAs if we've hit a solid wallWe get back up and move againWe must ignore the constant painTo cast a smile or loving gazeWe see much light through yonder hazeThe sun still shines, a days caressedOur life is not just emptiness.life.jpg

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"Dreams"

the moon and stars casting a heavonly glow on the slumbering city at night.Such a peacful night,It gives me a false sense of hope and serenity,Because once I close my eyes again,those bittersweet dreams will appear.It's like a broken records playing again and again in my mind. I lay my head down and say a silent pray.I drift to sleep.....closing my eyes,I dream of improbable,I dream of finding you,It's an ache that comes from heart.even if it's just a dream,your return to my life is'nt…

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