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Suggestions are gladly accepted and almost required, because I don't know what to write about.

Ooooooh. That was really good.
Very moving and heartfelt.

Wow, I'm surprised that anyone actually liked it!

Or are you saying that just to make me feel better...

Alright Tacky, I'll take your suggestion and do a poem about Spring:

Spring

The world awakens from its slumber,
Shedding its blanket of snow.
It leaves the barren cold behind,
Looking out to things unknown.

Yellow rays of glory shine.
To show the spring, the great awakening.
The sea awakens, spreads its wings,
For spring, the time of new beginnings.

-Fin.

That's all I have at the moment. I was planning on doing 4 lines, but as I've said before, I've just started doing this

Since no one is giving suggestions, I just went ahead and made another poem:

Today

Today is just another day.
That's what people think, at least.
But I know, and I know alone,
That this today is all we are.

There is no past, there is no future.
Only the present. Now. Now and forever.
Yet there are those that still cling on
To the past, slipping through their fingers.

They do not live their lives right.
They don't know what to live for.
They fly through this world.
As this world flies through them.

Today is not a normal day.
Rather, a clean slate, a new beginning.
So hang on, hang on to every word.
Hang on to every moment.

Note: Yeah, I couldn't make it flow that well at some places. Oh, well :/

I like Today, good job Bunneh!

It is so touching and meaningful, a great work!
Oh yes, it is also simple and too the point.

I liked the second stanza a lot; much power in it.

For ideas, you could try a poem on war or winter.

Thanks for the feedback!

For ideas, you could try a poem on war or winter.

Winter

Clouds crowd the heavens,
The skies go grey.
White ash falls,
And blankets all it sees.

The sky cries.
Cries its white ash and wet tears.
The land is buried,
Resting in its white grave.

Soon, the land will leave its blanket behind.
The world will awaken again.
Everything will be made anew,
For the spring, for the new beginning.

But at this moment, the world sleeps.
It remains in its white grave.
While the sky cries its white ash and wet tears.
While the winter goes on.


My poems always seem to be 4 stanzas, with 4 lines per stanza. It's just more comfortable that way.

I like how you don't try to rhyme every line, which is what most people consider poetry.

I like how you don't try to rhyme every line, which is what most people consider poetry.

I like how you don't try to rhyme every line, which is what most people consider poetry.

FYI, you are writing quatrains

No one's giving suggestions. I feel ignored D:

Anyway:

War

They crowd on either side,
They crowd, crowd to battle.
And for what? I ask,
Just to run to their deaths,
Or for what they think is right?

This is what they call "War."
For after the bloodshed.
One side dead, the other, triumphant.
Is this worth the cost?
The cost of the blood, the death?


I'll try to do a rhyming poem soon. It'd bring more variety to my poems.

Okay, now I'm really starting to get worried. Does no one like me? D:

Outwards

What is there,
Outside this place?
Is it just to see
All its beauty and grace?

Outside this earth,
There are whole new worlds
A vast array
Of things we've yet to unfurl.

Ever expanding,
The "space" we know to be.
What exactly is out there?
What yet we can't see?

On a cosmic beach,
We are a grain of sand.
In this vast array.
As outwards, we expand.


It's a rhyming poem, but it's still a quatrain. Oh, well.

Okay, now I'm really starting to get worried. Does no one like me? D:

Bunneh, it took me a really long time for people to actually notice my poetry. :P
Don't be worried.

I like the quatrains.

Keep in mind that people often will read your poetry, but are too stunned to speak.