What constitutes good poetry about love and romance?

Answer 1

anything that makes one feel

Answer 2

Depends on your audience. If you're writing for you and your loved one and maybe some friends, than anything that comes from your heart is gold and no one can tell you differently. If you're writing for the sophistocated poetry reader, poetry is anything so written as to be as powerful as possible in (generally) a brief manner. We will be looking for: your format and how you make your words work and flow within that format. i.e. what kind of poem: free form, blank verse, sonnet, and many more, your tone and again how you use your dialect and word choice to enhance that, also if you are using any meter to make your poem flow off of the tongue, sybolism and metaphor will FOREVER be a very powerful tool, another thing we will look for from todays modern poet is your use of imagery and subsequent ability to place us within your poem by your descriptions and your similes/metaphors; and many other things. IM me or email me if you have ?'s or want to know more. :-)

Answer 3

Harry Potter isn't gay the folk who filmed Harry Potter are plenty happy and incredibly dazzling to their followers Harry Potter is greater effectual and has a greater effective plot that's no longer some demented sociopathic teen who fall in love with an sparkly vampire and un-furry werewolf Harry Potter has been with us for music long and we've grown up with Harry Potter himself almost each and every of the actors are experienced and nicely customary un-like Twilight which has genuine undesirable actors The filming and script became into nicely seems after and written nicely while Twilight is value effectively made with a crap script and undesirable modifying Harry Potter only isn't that stressful then Twilight

Answer 4

I HAVE met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Answer 5

Emotional imagery. Obscurred meanings which touch but don't overwhelm. Personally, I like a more structured verse like a sonnet -- or at least something with meter and rhyme scheme. A little aliteration and other word play. Personification of terms like gentleness, strength, virtue, beauty, fragrance, and such. Things like this little one I wrote quite a while back:

Love

Love is knowing without learning
It is feeling without touch
Love is saying yet not speaking
Precious words which mean so much
Love is living to be needed
It is giving just to give
Love is kindness
Sometimes sorrow
Love is having life to give.

Dave W.
circa 1975

Answer 6

Truth, Depth, Sincerity. Beautiful language

Answer 7

Write it in a way that shows the emotion with imagery, don't just say it. A great example of that is a poem by e.e. cummings that starts with the line "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond"

Answer 8

depends on the preferences of the person...but i think it all comes down to the language and phrasing.

do you like elevated language? or more modern concise language? either way, the language should be active and colorful and able to summon images and evoke emotions.

Answer 9

Anything sensual. Anything that can stimulate the mind and make you imagine - to make you feel as if you're part of that poem aswell.

Answer 10

Anything from the heart.

Answer 11

if is truely comes from the heart
it doesn't have to rthym or anything
only if it comess from the heart