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BLASPHEMY OF HEART

 



In vales, i have lost my truce. 

When will you come? 

I cry, while you are still duce. 

I the solemn and numb! 

O, where is now the love light. 

I'm waiting still. 

The loving accent of the night, 

The golden breathes that fill, 

The desperation of your meet. 

The eyes i want to adorn, 

My love, thou are sweet. 

Why i seem to be torn

Tears, for your sake. 

Relieve me with fragrant kiss. 

How could i block the lake

Hold me and turn into bliss. 




NEXT.......... >




Author's note 




Myself Adil ghulam bhat, I am a poet and the author of a poetry book (100 years of my painful nights). Poetry does not have such tips because it is the art of expressing emotions, feelings and can never be based on tips. Poetry is a profound literature and plays a role with proper system. 



A creative writing technique is usually characterized by a certain rhythm and style. The modern poet wears many hats: he can write ghazals, produce commercial genre, create poetry books, write for greeting card companies, work for websites and compete in competitions; Just to have a few names.



 Learn the basics of poetry.



 A poet is one who conveys ideas and emotions to others through the written word. Although many people associate poetry with words that make poetry, a poet can choose one of the many different ways of writing to convey his message.



I will share some important ways to build a poem. 



1 Read a lot of basic poetry. 



2 improve your vocabulary (literary words). 



3 write what you feel in day to day life on a roughly page then arrange them with minimum word length. 



4 Use concrete thoughts and give them shape use poetic devices like metaphors, similies, images, personification, oxymoron etc.... 



5 Match thoughts and then you will start to become a Eminant poet.. 



         You can also read my poetry on my Personal Blog or on Youtube Poetry Blog. 




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