Is The Poetry Still Mine? (poem) by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

Wow I can relte to this one, great write.
Ed

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

Hallow heart, unfulfilled, so sad. excellent Liz

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

Silence becomes Death, when a poet broke is quill forever.

Georg

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

I only put my name on the poetry I write,
because I don't know my Muse's name.

Walt

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on July 6, 2008

A most compelling write that touches the soul of the reader. Thank you for sharing this offering, Belle. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Shedding Light

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

Well composed and profound, coming from you Belle.

Harold M. Nash

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

Agony clad in mourning ... laying that pen o rest is a death of sorts, but perhaps it's merely a much needed respite from relentless creating...

Your caring, your wondering, your thoughts, ma Belle, make one sense desolation, more on his part than on yours.

love,
gina

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

So very sad when any poet puts down their pen.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

Very well said Belle.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Your pen certainly hasn't fallen silent and for that, La Belle, I'm very grateful.
John

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

...in your words...sadness comes to surface...and in questioning...all the beauty of poetry is found.
beautiful write La Belle...
John

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Words of love like the song so soft and gentle when written from the heart to anothers are given as a gift never to be taken back, for if they are then they make a mockery of love. Beautiful albeit sad write.
hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Unwritten is like a secret love held within the heart never to be shared for it only belongs to one, you. Thank you for sharing a wonderful yet sad write La Belle.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Poignant (did I spell that right?) I also sense a cleverness about it that the writer of these well-crafted lines is the wiser to. And I find that inevitable and strangely humorous..You are a wise observer of our human soul.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Sad one today, Belle; hope you are okay!

Happy Fourth to you and yours; may it be safe and full of blessings and love!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

La Belle,

It is, until you put it down on paper - then it's ours. Powerfully penned sadness - well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, and Happy (safe) 4th of July, Karla.

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

A beautifully structured poem, Belle, and the writing is good:
the poetry that clanks around your soul/a restless ghost in prison.
-gene.

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Your poetry is in you heart and comes out when you feel like posting a poem. You are never without words to try to put together a good poem. My support is given you today for a beautiful new year of writing good poetry. Cheers to you today, happy 4th of July.

Reviewed by H Cruz

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Sentimental but sincere, another poet MIA; Poetic silence can be hard on the ears.

Reviewed by Southern Comfort

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Poets live on mood swings, today's whispers of love will be tomorrow's echoes of pain, but sisters of the heart last forever! LOVE YOU! Sissy