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To promote something, like publications, be detailed about your product. To sell something, use a self post and offer a sample poem.To ask for homework help, state that you are asking for homework help and show how far you've gotten.Put a in your post title, e.g., ' Lesson on rhyming' (See below for available tags).Share your poetry on our sister subreddit, /r/OCPoetry. This subreddit is for sharing published poetry and for discussing the world of poetry.We now have our own Discord server! Come hang out and join the weekly open mic! The Dos and Don'ts of Poetry: Seek advice on submitting your poetry for publication. This is a forum to talk about the world of poetry. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.Use /r/OCPoetry for original poetry What We're About: Look at the light through the windowpane. Were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple How we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days It’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake In Siken’s world, love is like a blade-it will cut right through you. The namesake of the poem conjures feelings of danger, and Siken combines this with his dream-like imagery and free-flowing form to create a sense of anticipation and timelessness, not unlike a knife that never stops falling.

It captures yearning in its early budding stages, just moments before total capitulation. This one from Richard Siken’s debut collection Crush is masterful.

Romantic love is such an all-consuming language that despite hundreds of thousands of love poems, novels, and songs, we never seem to run out of ways to express the heart’s desires. He then gave a more poignant and wistful interpretation: 月が綺麗ですね. Sōseki corrected the student, saying that Japanese people are more reserved when confessing their feelings. When he was working as an English teacher, one of his students took a literal approach to translating the English phrase ‘I love you’. There is a famous anecdote about the legendary Japanese novelist Natsume Sōseki.

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