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rank 3732
word count 12918
date submitted 26.11.2010
date updated 26.11.2010
genres: Romance
classification: universal
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Nameless Poetry

Cara Ruegg

I could hold you tight against my heart but you’d never be near enough, my dear

 

This is just a pile of random poetry I have written. Some of it rhymes some of it doesn't but it is all natural, straight from the heart. I follow no formula. I know not how. Like John Keats did say, "It ought to come like leaves to a tree, or it better not come at all."

 
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dshinton wrote 538 days ago

You really reflect the emotions everyone feels in a simple refrain, I like the bit 'wait for God to speak, in as much as that we all wait for answers, from somewhere. especially in the most desperate of times.'

dshinton wrote 538 days ago

The raw emotions of your poetry are very powerful. It is something that I try and achieve in my own poetry. You convey your ideas very simply through your poetry and I think this kind of poetry is the best. If you have time, have a read of my poetry: "Everyman's poetry" and let me know what you think. I hope you find something you like

Keep it up,

dshinton

cicuta wrote 539 days ago

Dear Cara, you have the passion to fill a page full of many great books, with your guts and determination. I can feel every emotion when I read your work. I was never more at home when I had my head in your book. I think your words are beautifully written and deserving of any recognition, from a real publisher. I tried to pick out my favourite piece, but they were all as gracious as the next. So instead I leave you this, to let you know! Just what I really think about your book. Take care and all the very best with your book. Please look out for my backing, Cicuta, [ Carl, Arcane ].

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing

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