Poetry: The union of thought and emotion.

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Lost in a kiss he feels her cups unaware of his hands. Blinded by the lips of this man she melts into his arms unable to stand. Surcommimg to all of his charms she finds her hands on him. On the back of his neck and down his down his arms she feels the strength of his kindness. Wrapped in joy and simple pleasure she wonders how she found this. A feeling so good it cannot be measured. Losing need for all of her toys she pressing manhood against her thigh. By this time there is need for skin. Emotions set on high burning passion from within he moves to lay her down. Candles light a darkend room it seem as though her bra he has found. One hand is used to unleash the latch. Now his zipper is bout to crack! Running hand up throuh her sleeve pulling strap her breasts relieved. She pushes him back and climbs on top knowing well they will never stop! As she throws her bra away he raises up to meet her neck. Hands on breasts he starts to play. She pulls his shirt up over back! Chest to chest in soft embrace. Biting lips they want all the rest. Must now make hast! He throws her flat ripping off her jeans! Matching beauty he has never seen...

by Daniel Brown
 
Poetry usually has measured lines and stanzas.

Just sayin'...
 
Poetry usually has measured lines and stanzas.

Just sayin'...
"Poetry (from the [Greek] 'poiesis'/ποίησις [poieo/ποιεω], a making: a forming, creating, or the art of poetry, or a poem) is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its apparent meaning. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns, lyrics, or prose poetry. It is published in dedicated magazines (the longest established being Poetry and Oxford Poetry), individual collections and wider anthologies.

Poetry and discussions of it have a long history. Early attempts to define poetry, such as Aristotle's Poetics, focused on the uses of speech in rhetoric, drama, song, and comedy.[1] Later attempts concentrated on features such as repetition, verse form and rhyme, and emphasized the aesthetics which distinguish poetry from more objectively informative, prosaic forms of writing, such as manifestos, biographies, essays, and novels .[2] From the mid-20th century, poetry has sometimes been more loosely defined as a fundamental creative act using language.[3]

Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to suggest alternative meanings in the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia, and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. The use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony, and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, metaphor, simile, and metonymy[4] create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

Some forms of poetry are specific to particular cultures and genres, responding to the characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. While readers accustomed to identifying poetry with Dante, Goethe, Mickiewicz and Rumi may think of it as being written in lines based upon rhyme and regular meter, there are traditions, such as Biblical poetry, that use other approaches to achieve rhythm and euphony. Much of modern British and American poetry is to some extent a critique of poetic tradition,[5] playing with and testing (among other things) the principle of euphony itself, to the extent that sometimes it deliberately does not rhyme or keep to set rhythms at all.[6][7][8] In today's globalized world poets often borrow styles, techniques and forms from diverse cultures and languages."
 
"New Ex"

The one thing I remember most about you
Is getting lost in those beautiful eyes
As though moistened from a drop of due
I've never gotten them out of my mind

If you remember poetry has always been a passion
Sometimes it's an easier way to think
Structure and chaos combined in like fashion
To build heartfelt expressions with paper and ink

It's not that I've never let you go from my heart
I have. Well, in most and almost every way
But some memories just refuse to depart
Like standing near you on weak legs of clay

There's a demention of soul that any two will forever share
What came has gone and may never be felt again
But on the demention of remembrance the two remain a pair
Some memories are easy to forget, others the heart defends

I may have gained a new ex so thought is a little scattered
No broken hearts, it just wasn't ment to be
And moved outta town, though that doesn't really matter
Life on my own with a new begenning I find myself set free

by Daniel Brown
 
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