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This is how you can be inspired to write poetry on love, life and other things. Perhaps attending a family wedding or taking a day trip to the zoo. Look up at the clouds at your local park or the birds flying through the city streets. And maybe the words will flow.

Poetry is dead. There are poets in abundance, but they are amateurs, generally not paid or praised for their chosen art form. The sonnet is gone, mostly forgotten, the words of the epic poem have grown weary, and stale, the entire world of poetry as we know it, as we once knew it, is gone forever.

Are you original in your thinking, honest and sincere in what you do? Are you good at what you do? Do you really know . . . what you say, you know? Then, by all means write it down, or construct it, or consult about it, teach!

Admiration it is such a splendid thing. We live it each day. It’s just unavoidable. It happened from walking down the streets or sitting in a restaurant. It’s a reality of life we have to face each day; when it comes we just flow with the punches.

On a full moon winter night, I look back and remember those whom I left behind in my life, some friends, some acquaintances, and some people whom I dearly loved. I still remember those dear friends; who were part of my life at some point or the other, either in early childhood days, school days and even during college…

When I got on the train, they were already seated there, side by side. Surely they didn’t know one another, for they both sat not saying a word to each other … she staring straight ahead, he buried in his newspaper. From my seat behind them, I was intrigued that they would be seated next to one another − these two strangers − with so many open seats elsewhere on the train.

Gangsters are always fascinated by pretty women. They always want to have a flashy one holding onto their arms while walking into a club with their boys as in the movies. Some will even go overboard to get the one of their dreams even if their empire crumbles to the ground.

Robert Burns, the son of Scotland and most favored poet brought fame to his name and land. He is being celebrated all over the world and is highly recognized for his love of poetry and life. His musical lyrics and poems have brought him and Scotland many accolades.

Cloud City is a description of racially-based torture faced in childhood. The will to survive is all that matters, along with the confidence that a just morality will prevail.

“Abandoned Child” is about a homeless young girl under the age of five. She searches for help from the adults around her, but does not ever succeed in finding a home. She dies, and isn’t missed by her treacherous family. Unfortunately, homelessness in children often results in death, more often than not. The abandoned child in this poem identifies with many insects, flying off on a dragonfly’s back at the end of the poem.