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Hi Nikita, I just found your account and this video was so lovely, insightful and smart. Thank you so much! Have a wonderful week.

DISGUSTING ANGER turbid smells, rancid flesh Burning skin, wright in sin, written then, deaths purpose, Fuel, my turbulent anger, I'm burning fumes, Amassing clouds that'll rain tears of blood shedding what's left of me, Emotions of no purpose, a maddened corruption, Through this, I reckon you'll recognize this sin, Who'll win, I ponder, me, or this disgusting anger.

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Ok question to tip #1. I totally get to focus on one topic, but one image? Am I getting this wrong? Example: I am currently writing a poem about how parenting is that fragile balance between letting our children go, allowing ourselves to grieve because the intimacy goes away while at the same time rejoicing in their growth. Alright. I wanted to bring that across by giving a lot of small images that show how I used to know everything about my daughter (which animal she prefers on the front of her diaper or which type of veggies she'd sort out of her stew to put on my plate) until I didn't. And that it's hard to accept to know less and less but also rewarding. I thought that several small images (each one line) would create this dense picture of intimacy. I always have three images followed by "I used to know everything about you, until I didn't.". Is that cluttered, do you think ?

How’d you predict the editing style of 2024?? This feels like it could’ve been uploaded yesterday

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The written title of this video contains a SPLIT INFINITIVE ! This does not encourage interest or confidence in what is to follow, which is a great pity, because it is a very informative and helpful video.

Note the split infinitive in the written title of this video! Not a good indication of what is to follow.

Ngl all of us poets should make a discord server so we can support each others growth n give each other advice.

If you start small you'll stay small. Go for broke, write as if it's not just the last poem you'll write, but the last poem anyone will ever write. And write as if your word is FINAL. Shut every mouth up, stop every other 'poet' in his shallow tracks. Grow balls big enough to shatter Shakespeare, to whither Whitman, to dumbfound Dickinson, to shred Shelley, to bugger Bukowski.

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Once he mentioned 'Illuminati' I had to subscribe.

I love to write poems! I especially like to add some musical environment to accompany what I write. Sometimes the musical environment IS the poem. My personal "tip" if one were to call it that is, WHY am I doing this? i.e. what is on my heart now and how can I develop it into a poem or whatever and share it with myself and/or others? I'm not concerned with making it "good" or "popular" ,I just want to do it and see what happens, reflect on it and manipulate it till I can say it's done! I lie a LOT ,and pretend something is important to me and create a real fake connection with what I am doing; being intensely sincere, no matter how phony the sincerity is critical to me. I want to enjoy /review what I have created after some time and not be able to distinguish between what is real and what is fabricated. My goal is to truly enjoy the inspiration and creation process and try to portray some "love of the craft" into it all ,even if it isn't really all that "likeable" in a conventional sense..... I think all that "freedom" is designed to help make me better and better at one thing exclusively: being available for what comes next.

I don't know how I developed that unconsciously😮😅

I'm gonna write a poem about how much I despise the Red Wheelbarrow poem. It's flogged by every poetry course at every grade level and this needs to stop.

I'm having a panic attack because where did he go

Really great tips in here. I will continue to revisit this

Come by again, they always say It falls from the heavens and I cycle home Making mantra's out of the rain. Come by again, don't come too close We are them and they are those and we're Spinning, love, we're falling through the days - But it's dark outside already, and it no longer rains. Come by again, so I can kiss you farewell It's always on those days, you know When it all goes to hell. ---- I'm not very happy with the poem but I did get inspired to work on the imagery and themes a little. There's the falling away of rain, the coming-going-repetition ending with saying farewell, and how the first stanza features heaven and the last one features hell.

Education I am a child And I am a man From beyond the sun I walk again I am here as life In body to grow Yet I am spirit In continual flow I have finally awakened Within this time Reflections everywhere Educate my mind I am here to strengthen In the tide of life Growing through trials Of karmic time Feeling your pain To understand mine Dennis Burrow 2018

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I didn’t follow any rules i just started writing and this is what came out Emerging From the shadow Darkness has space to shine There's nothing to fix here All is Aligned and Divine The heart full yet tender Could this be what they call bliss? Clarity From words unspoken The new path open The written wish Has now been watered It's manifest Creators child Has passed this test The heart says yes To light at dawn The heart says yes The soul reborn

Really helpful, thank you! :)

Okay so I used to to write poems with absolutely no experience, so this is currently the first to be written in years: "The hail starts to pitter-patter, And when it hits the ground, It Splitter-Splatters. I run up the Stairs and feel the cold air. I squeal and sing with all my Might, not even an inch of Fright. The thunder roars another way, I hope it lasts another day. Its all Greek to me,when one Dislikes when the black clouds Peek. I sit there hours at a time, Knowing I'll be just fine.." Thoughts? 👀

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"A great bronze boulevard is the shortest road. Magical squares do not make good stopping places. Walk slowly and carefully; after a few hours you can see the pretty nose-bleed bush. The panorama of consumptives lights up. You can hear every footfall of the underground travelers. And yet the most ordinary silence reigns in these narrow places. A traveler stops, changing expression. Wondering, he approaches the colored bush. Without doubt he wants to pick it but all he can do is shake hands with another traveler who is covered with stolen jewels. Their eyes exchange sulphurous sounds like the murmuring of of a dry moon, but a glance disperses the most wonderful meetings. No one could recognize the pale-faced travelers." ~ The Magnetic Field

In fourth grade, my poetry portfolio had the Illuminati on the front

theres a song thats been stuck in my head and the lyrics seem poetic to me “in his nightmare black rain fell and clogged their first kiss now suffocating she dies in his arms now their love’s a floating ghost as she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling into the setting sun her love was a vampire” what could be the meaning behind these lyrics?

I'm hopeless. I'm basically told that if I'm not an expert, if I can't seamlessly scan even the most complicated poems, if I don't have an absolutely superlative understanding of all of the mechanics, I can't write poems. Where, then, should I begin?

Great video ❤

My English is weak I need help with this Its a poem I wrote it for a song FLAWERSLAND Let me tel you a story Come on Listen with keen ears A land that's full of glory Or maybe that's just what appears You can't escape from this land the land of flowers Even if you claim that you have some super powers Every little kid in this mystery land Has given a single little flower with small petals to guard keep it in a good shape and I know that its really hard But there's nothing you can't do with this tiny little hands Days passing by Even weeks passing by If you're flower just died there isn't new ones to buy We are getting old fast and one day we gonna die Hey Tell me how is your flower just stop telling me lies Some people paint their flower if its turning to gray Some of them making new ones with paper and clay Some of them hiding They're flower because they are ashamed They're all looking good but hiding a story behind From your perspective you see your flower the worst But if you just knew what they're hiding You'll be happy the most We are getting old fast and one day we gonna die Hey Tell me how is your flower just stop telling me lies Some people paint their flower if its turning to gray Some of them making new ones with paper and clay Some of them hiding They're flower because they are ashamed They're all looking good but hiding a story behind

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Loved the information in the video in terms of how to jumpstart the creative process. I’m doing a school project on writing poetry and I had a few questions: 1. Is there a certain rhyme scheme that is better to use for free verse poems compared to other styles? 2. How can beginners learn to draw inspiration from observations and implement them into their poems? 3. Is there a style of poetry that is easiest for beginners to start with in terms of complexity and thought process?

Don't care for the background music. It's distracting. Otherwise, descent vid.

I hope we’re one of those couples. Who stays in love their whole lives Those couples who slow dance in the kitchen,
Those couples whose love derives-
 From honesty and patience,
compromise and trust.
Those couples who laugh and joke,
Even when they’re full of crust. So When our bones are old and cracking, 
And our meals consist of mush,
When the wrinkles in our skin
Have gone and swallowed us up-
 Will we still make each other laugh? 
Will we still make each other smile? 
Will we still harbor our deep love, and affections all the while? But that’s so far away.
And the future’s never certain.
So, for now, let’s stay present, And appreciate what we have
 Let’s keep dreaming of our life together, Hand in hand. Keep dreaming of the home we’ll have, Of the tender embraces shared Keep dreaming of our little adventures, And the cats we want to care With our love as sweet as honey, And our intention true as steel. We will hoist the sails high, Keeping a firm grasp on the helm.
 Together we will sail,
Together, face the storms.

Let’s keep our hearts dreaming,
And see where this tale goes. ~~~~ What do you guys think?

Thank you! ❤ I am so inclined to, and did, laugh with you. Really need these videos to grasp the thinking process. It has been useful.

Literally best writing advice I ever got

Very insightful. Thank you.

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personally i just fo with an emotion like how im feeling rn and first i vent about it n then i take some of tbe stuff from that and try to write?? if that makes sense. its usually a bad emotion too so its easier to write for me

POETRY?! I thought it said poultry!

I fear my poem are too much about men- my heads lifec

I have what I think is a haiku and is my best thing so far. Can I share?

I’m so glad for this site. So much poetry out there but so hard to know if you’re any good. I really appreciate your advice about mixing metaphors and also cliches

Can I send a poem for feedback

I have a recurring dream where I wake in my bed and look to the door. Usually shadows move beneath it, but lately the door is shrouded in a green nebula and fear is supplanted with the certainty that someone is near.