If you are worried about words , when poem is about expressing , it is probably not for you , don’t worry about words , express what you’re feeling, it will turn into art itself
First poem I’ve ever written 👉👈 _“Shadows chase her_ _Her beauty unhazed_ _Does dark retract_ _When she lets the sun beam her rays?_ _Or does she follow_ _behind trees, clouds and lamps_ _Hiding in the hollow_ _Waiting for the day_ _The day the sun rewinds_ _The moment she goes no further_ _When she smiles at the darkness_ _And no longer tries to disperse her”_ It’s about hope and unrequited love in the personification of the sun and the shadows.
@@GinaVolkov Unhazed: Not hazed, not visually obscured. Haze: traditionally an atmospheric phenomenon in which dust, smoke and other dry particulates suspended in air obscures visibility and clarity of the sky.
- be in the mood - write in book & practice - maybe try to use random word and go off of ur thoughts on it - rhymezone for song writing for poetry - read poem aloud or sing - title poem
Idk about rhymezone but rhymers block suggests rhymes and I’ve found it really helpful❤️❤️(and it’s great even if u don’t get the membership or whatever)
I fell in love with him everyday, A little more than yesterday Until the day I realised My love for him knew has No boundaries, No limits It was Infinite!
the poem i wrote immediately after watching this video: I try to stay motivated, but they keep me in the chains. I attempt not to get deflated, but I end up using a cane. What should I do? Find and answer on my own? All those who’ve come before me have always forfeit the throne. It could use some work, but anyway, thanks ana!
I wrote a small piece: Strength of the moon, alignment of the stars Makes the nights look pretty, hiding all the scars. Glowing softly in the dark Whispers of the night A canvas of dreams unfold Painting stories in moonlight Beneath the cosmic canvas Where dreams and Stardust blend, The moon guards our secrets A celestial timeless friend
*I wrote this poem after watching this video!* In between the unpredictions, a meeting unfolds, Refills fragrance to the garden of life. Unscripted,unplanned,yet perfectly timed, Drives life to a graceful ride. Enters our orbit like a shooting star Leaving the trail that brightens our path Like a firefly they give hope in the dark Leaving an undelible mark The stars illumiante the sky But these fireflies ornament our life on earth. The kaleidoscope of moments with colors so bright They paint our life with hues of delight.
This is my first ever poetry: Thought this was a normal connection with you, Until I shared my deepest and darkest secrets with you, Thought you were a wall that couldn't speak much, But you were the one who listened to me the most, Though distance can separate us apart, An intertwined connection that cannot. I wrote this for a person who lives in a different country but they are the closest to my heart.
Very good first poem, it is clearly written so the reader can also understand and share the emotions you were feeling when you wrote it! Regards David 🦖
Cause you never really care if I was there, or crying somewhere. You turned away didn't see the pain I bear, I was just a shadow fading into thin air This is my first stanza
This is my first poem and my english is not as good as be able to write, because I speak English as a foreign language. This is it : I used to be a thing Now I'm just a remain I pretended being an ocean And denied the little stain I hated being that man I wish I didn't complain I thought my soul was worthless So I threw it in the drain My life had past so fast Faster than a train I would to start over And have a chance again Unhappily life is not a tree And I am not a grain I call it a letter from a dead man. Tell me what do you think about it '
I wrote my first poem and i used some words from the comments kudos to them It was a new day When i saw her first, Realised that It was pure love not lust. Her beauty unhazed Her eyes were so beautiful that it got me amazed. It seemed that Beautiful was definition of her That it got me in a daze. Now im just a remain I pretended being an ocean And denied the little stain I hated being that notion A love lost in the ocean. I’m using ‘was’ because she isn’t with me, A memory of what love used to be.
Hey just a passerby. As someone who writes already, I clicked this video wanting to go back to the fundamentals of poetry (to strengthen my writing). There is a lot of reliance on “my writing style.” And thus we saw how the creator of this video writes. That is a very laid back almost spoken style. A sole reliance on rhyme and feel, as opposed to juxtaposed ideas or conflicts. I’d recommend adding allusions, alliterations, and conflict. No tamed or controlled body of water can even compete with the beautiful chaos of the ocean
BEST POEM IN THE WORLD -------------------------------------------- In the realm of words, where verses dance, I shall endeavor to take a chance, To craft a poem, a masterpiece divine, A tapestry of words, where meanings intertwine. Behold, the canvas, blank and pure, Where dreams and musings shall endure, With ink as my brush, and thoughts as my ink, I shall paint a portrait that makes hearts sink. I'll weave a tale of love's sweet embrace, Of whispered promises and tender grace, Where souls entwine in eternal flame, Bound by the echoes of a lover's name. I'll wander through nature, the poet's muse, Where melodies of birdsong softly infuse, The rustling leaves and babbling streams, A symphony of life, where beauty gleams. I'll venture to realms of sorrow and pain, Where tears fall freely like droplets of rain, To paint the resilience of the human soul, Amidst adversity, it finds its role. I'll soar through the cosmos, to stars untold, Where mysteries lie, waiting to unfold, In celestial tapestries, a story untamed, Of wonder and awe, forever unnamed. I'll delve into history's intricate lore, Unearth forgotten tales, forevermore, From ancient civilizations, rise and fall, Legends and heroes, captivating all. I'll celebrate laughter, joy, and delight, The moments that make our spirits take flight, In the tender embrace of friendship's embrace, In shared laughter, we find solace and grace. And as I conclude this grand design, This poem, the best in the world, I opine, I offer it humbly, with love and with art, A piece of my soul, a gift from the heart. For poetry knows no bounds or borders, It connects us all, believers and non-believers, So cherish its power, let your spirit unfurl, In the beauty and wonder of the best poem in the world. Writer Ryan K Pendley
-"Birds in my area , Nowdays don't fly. I'm seeing only the thoughts, Floating in the sky. The thoughts, that why? The moon is praised, When he has scars all over his face. I too have scars but I'm not couraged, To hang on the sky with scarful face."
@human3025 I agree I post my poetry on my RUclips channel and they're also many good poets that don't get recognition on RUclips If you use the search of poetry or spoken word You will then see many poets including myself who narrates their own poetry Do you write poetry yourself I would love to read it Regards David 🦖🦋
I went into this video expecting a really tedious step-by-step process that would generalise the art of writing poems, but finished it completely agreeing with everything you said- The advice you give really hones in with what I think poetry should be about: emotion. Telling people to write poetry within their comfort and leasure is how the best poetry is created, because it directly leads to genuine poetry, in which genuine emotions are established and communicated. When I write poetry, I make myself go through a really specific structure of finding out how the poem will be formatted, how many syllables per line, whether it's iambic (although, I never stick with that idea-) and how I can subvert it to create meaning. However, this is *always* after I have an idea that makes me want to write. I think that over anything, the emotion that goes into poetry is far more important than the quanity or images or language it has, for emotions in poetry (or any artistic form) eatablish quality. Personally, I think your poetry guide really promotes this idea about people's interests being put over the idea that 'good' and 'bad' poetry exists, which encourages everyone to be included within writing poetry. Whether it is something that a child wrote in ten minutes or Percy Shelly's 'Ozymandias,' they cannot be compared due to how human emotions are the priority of poetry. That's why I love this guide- it doesnt make people feel like there is one way to learn poetry or forges them into sonnets or odes, it simply encourages them to *do* poetry. That is what poetry is all about, after all.
I was kinda sad today so I just wrote a poem about loneliness lol I wish to be alone and enjoy things one day, But then realise how lonely I get the other day. I wish to express my feelings with someone I can trust, But I have to search for that someone with whom I can trust. These thoughts keep me awake at night, Forcing me to deal with the overthinking and anxiety tonight. I wish I had someone whom I could rely on, But then I think to myself, "is this how I will be moving on?"
An interesting poem about loneliness! Sometimes it is good to write about the subject or the emotion that you are currently feeling! I too, write about sadness when I'm sad, and loneliness, when I'm feeling lonely! I try not to write poetry for the sake of writing it! I prefer to feel it , then write down my feelings! I currently narrate all of my poetry on my yt channel, including several on loneliness!! David 🦖
I love this video! This is my first poem (It's a really specific topic) When I told you I didn't place at the competition, you laughed and said it was okay. That it didn't matter too much. Obviously you laughed...I was laughing too. I was laughing not because it was funny, but because I could not allow myself to cry. My thoughts were running around with needles, and I knew that if a tear slipped, the waterfall would never end. One breath in, one breath out. Words created a blockage in my throat. Two breaths in, two breaths out. I gulped on my saliva to repress the words. It wasn't even the stupid competition. Twice before I didn't place, so what does that mean? Am I not improving? Am I not growing? Am I stuck in the same, lost place I was two years ago? I keep trying to blame everything and everyone. Maybe my judge was biased. Maybe my partner screwed up. Maybe the entire competition was just rigged. I guess I'll never know. I'm done with this rat race. Let others fight till the end for a title of a string of letters. I'm paving my own path. Can someone please give me tips?
This is amazing!! I somehow relate to this, which is the amazing thing about poetry. If you’re looking for tips, I can try my best, though I won’t act like i’m an expert because i’m really not, haha. Metaphors and personification are my best friend, if you know what they are. They make poetry come to life, if you know what I mean, but I don’t use them in all of my poems, as proof they can still be written without!
Sometimes I challenge myself to write when I’m not in the mood to write. For example, maybe I would try to write a poem about not being in the mood to write poetry lol or a poem about silence, blank space, etc. doesn’t have to be a poem or song though, it can just be a journal entry and doing that sometimes helps.
Hey i tried writing one too I miss him.. His stupid smile And his mesmerizing eyes I love him Those silly late night calls During the late autumn fall I despise him For faking everything in our relationship For not truly loving me But what can I say? My heart still beats for that man I once called mine
@@Ayzalse I’ve written quite a few poems myself. This is my favorite one called Letters of Love. What do you think? He had to leave me to fight in this cruel war. He gave me a kiss and his hat to remember him by. He wrote to me every week with words of hope and promises. He sent letters of love talking about our future family and house together. He talked about how he misses my smile and laugh. He then stopped writing and came home in a wooden box. He and I won’t have our future family together and house. He stopped sending me letters of love.
Behold, I stand, a monument of grace, In realms where excellence finds its space. My brilliance, a beacon, unmatched, supreme, A testament to greatness in every dream.
I’m trying to write poems to my momma cuz I love my ma and I want to give her something she is proud of. I also need to learn how to write love poems for my future wife💯
I fell in love with poetry when i was trying to process my thoughts and release my emotions. I tried out different types of them and I liked doing a Villanelle. Not all of them were good but that particular structure I enjoyed. God bless you and much success to you
Yh, that's true (paraphrased): poetry has a way of expressing something you know but can't explain. I get that feeling all the time. I think pretty much every one too
This is so helpful! I have been wanting to start writing poetry for a while now. Originally its bc i really Like to sketchbook and i think poems would be a great addition to my sketchbook❤️ and also i think its a good way to get words or feelings down on a paper without it being to detailed like a diary, if that makes sense❤️❤️ so thank you!
So in my English class, we get to choose something to improve ourselves, something that shows progress. I decided to start writing poetry, this was one of my first poems and I would love to know how you think I can improve. Of course kind words are always appreciated, but I would love to know how I can diversify my poem structures and word usages! Thank you for taking the time to read this, here is my poem: ------------------------------------------------------ I bled out in the palm of your hand Something so visceral that I couldn't comprehend The merciful way you love, it's lust and the disillusion of this relation, it rusts Like a folk forsaken prophecy Like the past prerequisites were lost on me Watch my feelings ebb and flow onto your hand and onto the floor
So I wrote a poem last night, inspired by (and co written by) my friend, about struggling mentally, depression and recovery (of several things). This is it. *The Swing Set* Every year, winter comes and all the plants die, but their roots stay in the ground and they grow back in the spring. There will always be a winter, but that means spring will always be coming. You just need to make it through the winter so your plants can grow again. Some years, permafrost infects the ground, only thawing a couple times and then freezing back up again. But the grass always grows back again even if it takes longer. Sometimes, it feels like the grass won’t grow. And it doesn’t for a long time. But it does eventually. No matter how long it takes, it always grows back. And while you’re waiting, you can put down some wood chips and set up a swing set to help cope without the presence of the grass. “I don’t have the materials or tools to build the swing set. There aren’t any stores I know of close by.” I have a few pieces you can have, the swing might be rickety or kinda rusty but it’ll be a swing. Or, you could borrow mine for a bit it’s kinda messed up, but it swings sometimes. “I don’t wanna take away from your swing set though.” I can manage for a while i’m quite good at being without a swing because mine falls apart a lot because I don’t know much about building swing sets. Though my swing is rusted, and it’s ropes frayed, a knotted on a good day where it’s not falling from the tree as a result of a squirrel chewing the rope, or maybe shoddy craftsmanship, I will let you have a go and swing as high as you can, and if the rope breaks, I’ll catch you and simply put it back together again.
My first poem- The fragility of imagination To live in a book was her aspiration To fall in love with ones who aren't real To not just read, but to feel To wear a dress that sparkles and shines To live in a castle To be outside All it was was imagination But to live in a book was her aspiration- Madison Grace It needs work but it's mine
Poem or Notebooks never worked for me. I like to use poetizer or google docs to write on. I agree, yes rhymezone is great resource, as well as synonymns. You had a great note on rhymes, near rhymes are much more enjoyable to read than exact rhymes which can feel forced. I totally get the whole not knowing what something means. The poem is kind of a way to understand how you're feeling, but also a poem is not a puzzle.
Just started writing officially. Wrote tons of poems for my ex but I never did it for myself so now I am! This is one of the ones I posted on my new IG Pretty chains All over my body They hold me even if it hurts I cant remember who put them on me to begin with I can’t imagine them off So I leave them as they are I guess that’s why they’re pretty Knowing I can’t be hurt more than I already am
My first ever poetry- Father, I thought of him as I spoke the word, Not the one who gave the seed which turned into me The one who kneeled down to mend my shoe, which i had stumbled and ripped as he gripped my hand So firm NO not the one who discarded me without ever affirming me his own BUT the one whose blood my veins are unknown to.
one moreee looking at him, i realized that this was the end. again he's asking me, "weren't we just friends?" i tell him we were. he tells me we are. but i don't feel it that way. he didn't ask about it anyway. now we are just friends, and he has a 'she'. this breaks my heart into pieces, because that was what i wanted to be. now i try to let it go, while they're watching movies. i sleep at night, crying and hugging my plushies.
just wrote a poem:) “unbridgeable space” _And then we never spoke again,_ _but I continued to admire him from afar._ _My admiration for him only grew stronger with time, even if it was from a distance._ _Our paths diverged, yet my gaze never wavered._
1st poem In the light of the shining moon, You sought a rose too soon, . ... ..... Leaving the moon that glows, I sprint into the darkened woods, Discover a radiant rose, Return to you, with blood upon my hand, I find the moon is hiding, at your command, The wind inquired, "Why is there blood upon your hand?" I replied softly, "Pain in love, thorns in the Rose, I understand." The aura of your presence Vanishes from this space, Can you also fade from the heart? I plead for grace. ...... In the end, the moon emerged laughing, I shouted, "Cease it!" ...... ...... ...... Then I questioned, The reason for your laughter and glee, Moon replied, "And where is the person you used to compare with me?" ..... ... .
she loved sunsets and he was the sun waking up to his warm embrace she would be sunny but then the moon came in darkened and made everything foggy the sun rised again let out his fictitious shadow but she had started to love the moon held it in her tender heart and bloomed like a moonflower ✨️ It's about toxic relationships and self love ❤
Dreaming It's funny how much your life is filled with such a beautiful word, with so many meanings, and you most of the time don't even realize. Dreaming while you sleep. Daydreaming. Dreaming. Wishing for something to happen. Things you do daily. But after I met you.. It's like every way the word dreaming can be used, it was about you. My dreams where flooded by you. Daydreaming of what it would be like if you and I where a thing. Dreaming. Wishing you'd like me like I like you. But they where just dreams. Sometimes, dreams can be a good things. magical. But sometimes it can leave you shattered. (I watched a video that said make a story with one word and the word was dream. This is my first poem 😁, and I'm considering making more and not even two days later I found out you made a video on poetry! So thank you for this amazing video 😁. You've been a very big inspiration for my writing ❤.)
@@applesandhoney27 I’ve written a few poems myself. This is my latest one called Letters of Love. What do you think? He had to leave me to fight in this cruel war. He gave me a kiss and his hat to remember him by. He wrote to me every week with words of hope and promises. He sent letters of love talking about our future family together and house. He talked about how he misses my smile and laugh. He then stopped writing and came home in a wooden box. He and I won’t have our future family together and house. He has stopped sending me letters of love.
@@applesandhoney27 thank you. I’ve been writing since I was a boy and I’ve only been writing poetry for a few months now. The woman talks about how her husband has been writing to her while he’s in Vietnam then he gets killed and of course stops writing to her. Think I did great writing from a female perspective?
I think my problem is not knowing which words to chose and in what order, where to pause, etc. I'm writing my first poem and I don't know how to make it good 😅 it kind of looks more like a story and not a poem, even tho it's not that long.
I do hope you won't mind me answering your question? I also remember writing my first poem, yes it's a frightening experience! If you were writing for an exam, then obviously there are strict rules to follow, I believe that there are in excess of over 70 different styles of poetry? But I'm guessing, that like me, you are writing for pleasure? So you have already written something? And no doubt have written it from your heart ❤! Therefore, it's now your poem!! I would be excited to read it, if you are happy to share it! Becoming to clinical and over editing, take the heart out of a poem! You have done well to get this far! Regards David 🦖
@@theprehistoricpoet Hi, of course I don't mind it! Yeah I write for pleasure and I guess I can share with you one of my first poems I made recently. Here it is: A Void I see pure nothingness, Hear a silent whispering, Feel the promise of eternal sleep, An easy escape from reality. The void attracts me, But I repel from it, Saying no, I've been warned. A void I'm avoiding, Is avoiding me back. Enough to not want it, It will cause you to elapse. I have no idea what style it is, but I guess you could say that every poet has their own style, so yeah. Thanks for your comment!
@@indy2l Thank you for sharing your first poem with me! If you hadn't have mentioned that it was your first attempt, I would have guessed that you are a seasoned poet! Much of your style and layout, is similar to what I have used in the number of my poems ! Both you and I write I for fun and enjoyment, and to share with others! My style varies from poem to poem! I write on different subjects , love, loneliness, heartbreak, depression & social issues! I cannot just sit down and write, I need to be inspired by my own feelings, or something that is happening around me! I try not to overthink! Poems will write themselves! Layout and structure will come to you naturally and will change from poem to poem! I posted all my poems on a poetry writing site, I also store them on yt in the comments section in one of my shorts! Never seen anyone else do this on😂 I have also started to narrate my poems on my channel. The best test of seeing if a poem is structured correctly is to read it out in front of a mirror !, if it flows ok, then it is ok!! Take care David 🦖
@@indy2l It was my pleasure! My narrated poems are obvious, my written poems,, my part written poems, My thoughts, are actually on a short that has a picture of Buddha's and fairy lights, the poems are hidden in the comments!!! Would love to see more of your work, when you have written some! David 🦖
They stare through the window Time goes on the grass grows I can't get with the flow Going down the river as i row Today is just another day but their rays Beam into my head then i feel red Im led to tears as all of my fears Creep in i end up sleeping they're reaping I know they're going slow down The progress i cant stress i must rest
i find it easier writing poems about love/heartbreak but its my goal to be able to write about things outside of romance but its so hard for me idk why😭
What do you think of this poem I wrote? It’s called The Man and the Girl. The man gives me roses to love. The man gives me gifts to have. The man gives me to money to spend. Then he met the girl and left me. The man gives her roses to love. The man gives her gifts to have. The man gives her to money to spend. Then the man and the girl got married and not me.
My first love poem (written this at 4am and used tools to make it better..) Relationship is like a rollercoaster, the thrill grows calm. I wonder why we seek more when the charm is gone. Do the tracks become milder, made for children's delight? Lost in thought, I yearned for the old days, wild and bright. Amidst the twists and turns, I looked around to see, The tracks remained the same, a familiar journey for me. Then it struck me, the wildest rides I've known, Are the ones I'm on now, not too wild, not too prone. Nestled in my seat, hand and handle, gently entwined, I find comfort and security, a love that feels kind. No need for extremes, this ride feels just right, Safe and content, as we hold each other tight. I slowly opened my mouth and said, I love this ride.
I ended up writing a poem while watching this. It's my first ever poem and pretty bad but I like it. "i am drawn to you your black eyes that trace the fallen leaves masked with dew the way snow lands delicately on your face i miss you i miss the race when you and i would run to each other and embrace"
wrote my first poem!!💫 LET ME LIVE with all the sorrows I dwell in my mind, let me live in a world of mine. where no one asks about my grades and no one cares about how much I make let me live in a world of mine where I can be divine let me live....let me live my life let me live in a world where everyone understands ..me, as well as my state of mind. All the thoughts stacking up in my mind, building up a hill that I can never climb let me live...let me live my life I feel an enormous burden on my chest, killing me from inside every time I rest let me die for mistakes of my own, every night I cry...I cry on bed of my own. dumping my face into sheets so deep, and crying my heart to sleep. no one can knw the pain of me you, even if they tell they understand you. all the pressure that you give, its not you! its the life that you live I know the pain that you suffer through, for it is the same for me and you, let me live my life, I plea to you all, for it is not the same for me and for you all
@@riri18988 I have total admiration for this style of writing! In every poem that I write, a piece of heart remains on the page! Would love to see more of your writing! David 🦖
His charismatic character and charm blinded me from the alarm All i saw was his allure, that i failed to see his flaws In the end i got hurt by his claws
How a flower blooms with grace, How it grows beautifully at its place. But nobody is known to the struggle, Where everybody is unknown to its pain. Every knife that scolds its leaves, Every wound that kills its breath. But nobody is known to how gentle it is still , Forgetting all the break-downs , like it is learning healing skills. ~NAINA
Here’s my poem: Poem name: Midnight Blue [Stanza] I don’t wanna die, but I don’t wanna live, but I do I don’t wanna fly, but I don’t wanna land either, but I do too I don’t know what it is whether it be the raging at nothing from Coke or whether it be the crying in my room for another chance to fly with the eagles and touch heaven again. I just don’t know and I’m afraid that someday I won’t even know myself anymore I’m afraid that one day every Bible verse I read like psalms, Corinthians, or Romans will one day fly my mind and escape out the door where all of the bygones may lay. I’m afraid that one day I will forget you and forget myself too [Stanza 2] There’s a wall with a man inside Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Alice, Divine and I, all try to break the wall to figure out who this strange ethereal man is. The fireflies are crying as they’re trying harder and harder to forget it all Los Angeles is crying as he’s dying Meanwhile Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Divine and I break the wall Only to realize that that man is me [Stanza 3] Everything that my rage sees is red Like the red wine, red Mercedes, and cherry lime that I cherish with all my heart Deep down I’m still that little boy that I used to be; sweet to the core but dull on the surface It’s just that now, the sun rises and covers it with a heavier blue that mankind has not ever put their hands on yet [Verse 4] Valentino, please, stand me on my tippy toes as the night covers up the woes Seal the sealed bruises even more and cherish them with pink bows Because as time and time goes on I realize I can’t do everything with one fist and will eventually have to use more fists To the crows, please don’t add me to your list of darkness Let the doves shine me so bright, ethereally, and angelically Let me be free, let me be a passion As I am a brother of two, a son of two, and a friend to who As I travel back to the heavens, I say farewell to my woes and breathe in the midnight blue
Hi, this is my very first attempt at writing something !! I wanted to give it to my boyfriend as a gift for his birthday. He likes writing poetry a lot and has written many for me and others. I wanna write one for him this time. I feel very lost because I'm more familiar with drawing. May my tears ever be wiped away With your fingers and your kisses May my arms ever be a sanctuary For all your sorrows and your blisses May my hand ever be held by yours Just like when we're at the altar May my legs ever lead to you Wherever you are and never falter May my lips ever be pressed against yours As they were meant to be from the start May I bleed dry of all the love, for you And never feel love again for another.
Wow!! I love this beautiful and romantic poem! I'm sure your boyfriend will as well! As a finishing touch when you print this out as a hard copy, why not add some little illustrations around the border? Regards David 🦖
Title: Hide away I want him to look at me I want him to see me the real me But I'm scared I wanna hide away I'm shy I'm afraid he will see and won't like me I'm afraid he will point out my greatest insecurities I try to be brave I try to be confident But it's safer here behind my hair Where he cannot see me
For the people who want to wtite well but doht wanna read boring books: get some reading apps on your phone or order books, its okay if its fanfic or anything just be patient and read it whole thats it. (Idk this is something i do)
Great tips. I'm "a little" older than you, and probably all your audience. I go through phases of wanting to continue writing. Doing rewrites, poetry drills, challenges, and entering competitions will help improve too. Rewrites aren't just about making a poem the best it can be. They're also about expressing the same thought in a different form of poem, style, structure, or what-have-you. They can be a real challenge to stretch your art. Drills are to make you an accomplished poet by making you leave your comfort zone. Write in different meters. Write across different styles of poem. Write parodies of famous poems. There are all kinds of drills and all of them will push your boundaries. I did a poetry challenge with the "I Am" poem this week. I have a narration of my first version and a rewrite in my "Narrations" playlist. The rewrite is as follows: I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber, burning bright. I wonder: wall-rue clothed in morning dew and nodding bonnets of feverfew. I hear hoofbeats, a pursuing wight. The flight ensuing, a penultimate sight I see a deer that dies. Its plaintive cries gave guise to my soul's eyes. I want to shew some daily due of songless birds that frailly flew. I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber, burning bright. I pretend to portend and pensive perbend saddles a Sybil's omen. To you I propend, I feel fealty wielded weightily. They yielded artfully a drama they penned for me. I touch tacit the moulage, a dictum placit, and dutifully dismiss it, a fait accomplit. I worry the fear is as extreme as it is near. "Unseen by no seer!" I cry in plangent, tangential tone I moan, the sounds soft as under leaden loam, "I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber burning bright." I understand with disturbed, drunk despair, the malodorous air that tarries there. I say, nay, lament lugubriously, that silent as a Sarcophagus I sleep. I dream no more of bark-rimed morn, of Sun ascending forlorn, accursed by Aten's lore. I try to redress, and profess profusely that exudes effusely. I aggress abstrusely, "I hope the fancy idol nothing more than an idle fancy idle is." I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber burning bright.
You search for the lost times Of things that shattered from heart Into pieces you shall find the mist memories But still you hope yet again For the memories which reminds you The gain and the lost Making you falling into tears Frozen air making my blood turn into cold like moon freezing my tears Feeling empty in the darkest moments of my soul Trying to light the light But the tears drown from your eyes doesn't allows; Still searching for a light like searching for a diamond in the sea The darkest memories ante deeper than anything else;hoping for light
was just reading some other comments and I decided to put in my first poem. Here it goes! "In the late winters night I somehow caught sight of a crow made of ink and I never saw it blink. When the crow made of ink landed on my shoulder I flt the weight of the world come off of me like letting go of a boulder." honestly this is kind of abstract ig, I tried lol.
Funny story for yous if your bored - When i was in kindergarten up in till year 4 everyone was sayng ‘the more books you read the more words you will know’, and i would NEVER read books, even though the school would give us awards for reading i would pretend i had read books when i hadnt because i hated reading, ended up being a poet and i still am better than that kid who told me i would go no where without reading in 3rd grade. Also my mum was a poet too so maybe i got it from her? Anyways x
Agreed, I left school a 16 without any qualifications, 50 years later I started writing and posting poetry! It is what is in your heart❤ not what is in your head! Regards David 🦖🦋
Title: Tost feelings I find myself saying ''I feel" a lot My whole life I had these big feelings inside of me that I couldn't express So I locked them up Deep inside of me People told me ''be quiet be well- behaved'' So I was I let people walk over me and learned to be submissive But here I am Grown and lost My feelings tost across Who am I? I no longer have to deny All my feelings Need healings So I try To live my life No longer held by the knive
Everyday - an unceasing performance, rehearsing lines that echo from within. Just like a black hole, I am empty space, absorbing roles until they feel like "me". The girl I once knew fades into the void. From deep desire just to be accepted, an insistent voice begins to take its hold, ringing loudly through my fatigued soul, like a virus - it invades every thought, until I realize My mind has turned blank, until I lose My voice to a new "me". Unfamiliar is the voice that speaks out, just a stranger sharing space in My soul
my first poem, i didn't feel like rhyming as it was a quick one. I tried reading it, but i ended up almost crying. An Angel For A Mother Her arms, a sweet sense of comfort, A warm place to call home, A place to burry my sorrows Unconditional love that will forever flourish Whether she is by my side or in my heart She will always be home
I like this!! You are creative! Split it over two lines to make sure the two rhyming words line up with each other! Also read it out loud to yourself to ensure that each line balances with the other! David 🦖
My heart, Deep within me Beating Giving me life My heart, Overworked and tired Sick of always giving Never getting My heart, Hurt but not broken Willingly Giving me life.
This is my first ever poem ANXIETY All my friends, they don't know how it feels, The weight of darkness that I face each night. They don't see the ghosts that I see, The shadows that haunt me. They don't feel the emptiness that I bear, The loneliness that's always there. Yet, I'm told that everyone's dealing with the same issues, But how can that be when our circumstances are so different? But they don't see the nightmares that keep me awake, The anxiety that my soul can't escape. They don't hear my silent screams, The weight of darkness that haunts my dreams.
I cannot write songs but I write emotional poetry! If I sit down with a pen and paper my mind goes blank! If I have a thought during the day or feel an emotion, I quickly jot it down on a piece of paper, in a week's time I gather the paper scraps together, it becomes a poem! Regards David 🦖🦋
I found you at my lowest point, But you helped me rediscover love’s true meaning. You showed me the beauty of souls, And made me a happy bird, longing to soar beside you like a swan. I thank God every day, as if I’ve found a precious gem, But you're my world, the one I truly cheris And that's why I thank you every day. I wrote this for her
Here is a small snapshot of my poem: In Twisted ribbons I'm tied to their whims, A puppet on strings my bones within. An alcoholic father and bible obsessed mother, Twin demons from hell who smother. I'm trapped in a place where love is a noose, A constant struggle trapped in a cruse. My bones snapping with each bend, A sacrifice to their expectations end.
@@KatsiYori-zk5gm David! Great name😊!! Let's you and I start over! I'm an old dinosaur so I always sign off that way with my name 🦖!! Now about your poem! Yes it's different but I like originality!! I hope you don't mind me saying this but you write with a mature mind? But I am guessing that you are younger? Have you written many? You will see from my link, certainly back at the beginning, I write poetry about depression loneliness romance nature and LGBT! More recently I have been writing diatribes about social issues! Your poem impress me I'm happy to talk more but only if you are? Regards David 🦖
Here’s one of mine :) I am not begging I am not pleading But I will allow you To sow the seed Of Dionysus’s pit Inside my cerebrum Place the cleaver Right down my skull Let the madness bleed Into my delicately stilled eyes Filter through my pearly teeth Until you are satisfied Until my sacrifice is enough Hope you liked it :)
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" Read a thousand books and your words will flow like a river " - Virginia Woolf
Can u suggest me anything which I cn read
i aint doing allat
@@iiuxxcv lol same
If you are worried about words , when poem is about expressing , it is probably not for you , don’t worry about words , express what you’re feeling, it will turn into art itself
Thx
First poem I’ve ever written 👉👈
_“Shadows chase her_
_Her beauty unhazed_
_Does dark retract_
_When she lets the sun beam her rays?_
_Or does she follow_
_behind trees, clouds and lamps_
_Hiding in the hollow_
_Waiting for the day_
_The day the sun rewinds_
_The moment she goes no further_
_When she smiles at the darkness_
_And no longer tries to disperse her”_
It’s about hope and unrequited love in the personification of the sun and the shadows.
It’s really nice and creative!
@@ChocolateIsMyRevenge thank you!!
What does unhazed means?
@@GinaVolkov Unhazed: Not hazed, not visually obscured.
Haze: traditionally an atmospheric phenomenon in which dust, smoke and other dry particulates suspended in air obscures visibility and clarity of the sky.
It's hella beautiful.. your first try is nice keep doing it ..
- be in the mood
- write in book & practice
- maybe try to use random word and go off of ur thoughts on it
- rhymezone for song writing for poetry
- read poem aloud or sing
- title poem
Rhymezone you have to pay for
Idk about rhymezone but rhymers block suggests rhymes and I’ve found it really helpful❤️❤️(and it’s great even if u don’t get the membership or whatever)
@@avijames57 thank you
I fell in love with him everyday,
A little more than yesterday
Until the day I realised
My love for him knew has
No boundaries, No limits
It was Infinite!
Gosh ❤ superb 👏 love it 😀
@@singhd2336 woww
the poem i wrote immediately after watching this video:
I try to stay motivated,
but they keep me in the chains.
I attempt not to get deflated,
but I end up using a cane.
What should I do?
Find and answer on my own?
All those who’ve come before me
have always forfeit the throne.
It could use some work, but anyway, thanks ana!
I love it so much
Aw thanks :)
Wtf, that’s awesome! You just wrote this!😮😊❤
Whoa I loved the ending it just struck me yk
@@alisa0459 thank you
I wrote a small piece:
Strength of the moon, alignment of the stars
Makes the nights look pretty, hiding all the scars.
Glowing softly in the dark Whispers of the night
A canvas of dreams unfold Painting stories in moonlight
Beneath the cosmic canvas Where dreams and Stardust blend,
The moon guards our secrets
A celestial timeless friend
Im literally in love with it 😭⭐️
@@_snow_- omg! thank you! ilysm!
@@rosieeyyyy ilyt 😍 and I love the way you also continued it! It’s like so nice!
@@_snow_- thank you!💘
@@rosieeyyyy As a poet myself I think this is beautifully written!
Congratulations!
David 🦖
*I wrote this poem after watching this video!*
In between the unpredictions, a meeting unfolds,
Refills fragrance to the garden of life.
Unscripted,unplanned,yet perfectly timed,
Drives life to a graceful ride.
Enters our orbit like a shooting star
Leaving the trail that brightens our path
Like a firefly they give hope in the dark
Leaving an undelible mark
The stars illumiante the sky
But these fireflies ornament our life on earth.
The kaleidoscope of moments with colors so bright
They paint our life with hues of delight.
THATS SO MAGICAL OH MY GOD
@@lluv_kuroThanksssss❤
Nice to see ppl who love to write poetry. It's true that you have to be in the mood some of my best poems I'd say were written during very dark times
Yess so true i thinks its because when you feel strong emotions its easy to find a lot to say about it
Ooooooh, you should publish a book with your poems!
This is my first ever poetry:
Thought this was a normal connection with you,
Until I shared my deepest and darkest secrets with you,
Thought you were a wall that couldn't speak much,
But you were the one who listened to me the most,
Though distance can separate us apart,
An intertwined connection that cannot.
I wrote this for a person who lives in a different country but they are the closest to my heart.
Very good first poem, it is clearly written so the reader can also understand and share the emotions you were feeling when you wrote it!
Regards
David 🦖
"don't say the cat sat
on the mat
because...
it doesn't work
like that"
- ana neu 2023 8:05
Cause you never really care if I was there,
or crying somewhere.
You turned away didn't see the pain I bear,
I was just a shadow fading into thin air
This is my first stanza
Damn!❤
dayummmm😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️
Wow 🥹
From the first line the melody that formed in my mind for the whole stanza sounded like devil town but tv girl version. That's kool.
This is my first poem and my english is not as good as be able to write, because I speak English as a foreign language. This is it :
I used to be a thing
Now I'm just a remain
I pretended being an ocean
And denied the little stain
I hated being that man
I wish I didn't complain
I thought my soul was worthless
So I threw it in the drain
My life had past so fast
Faster than a train
I would to start over
And have a chance again
Unhappily life is not a tree
And I am not a grain
I call it a letter from a dead man. Tell me what do you think about it '
I didn't understand what the poem is all about
i think it was really good! i loved it! if ur comfortable i would love to read more of your poems!!
@@shiya7 it's a message for those people who want to give up on their souls
@@Nidal___ aka it's a poem for me
I wrote my first poem and i used some words from the comments kudos to them
It was a new day
When i saw her first,
Realised that
It was pure love
not lust.
Her beauty unhazed
Her eyes were so beautiful
that it got me amazed.
It seemed that
Beautiful was definition of her
That it got me in a daze.
Now im just a remain
I pretended being an ocean
And denied the little stain
I hated being that notion
A love lost in the ocean.
I’m using ‘was’ because she isn’t with me,
A memory of what love used to be.
Hey just a passerby. As someone who writes already, I clicked this video wanting to go back to the fundamentals of poetry (to strengthen my writing). There is a lot of reliance on “my writing style.” And thus we saw how the creator of this video writes. That is a very laid back almost spoken style. A sole reliance on rhyme and feel, as opposed to juxtaposed ideas or conflicts. I’d recommend adding allusions, alliterations, and conflict. No tamed or controlled body of water can even compete with the beautiful chaos of the ocean
BEST POEM IN THE WORLD
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In the realm of words, where verses dance,
I shall endeavor to take a chance,
To craft a poem, a masterpiece divine,
A tapestry of words, where meanings intertwine.
Behold, the canvas, blank and pure,
Where dreams and musings shall endure,
With ink as my brush, and thoughts as my ink,
I shall paint a portrait that makes hearts sink.
I'll weave a tale of love's sweet embrace,
Of whispered promises and tender grace,
Where souls entwine in eternal flame,
Bound by the echoes of a lover's name.
I'll wander through nature, the poet's muse,
Where melodies of birdsong softly infuse,
The rustling leaves and babbling streams,
A symphony of life, where beauty gleams.
I'll venture to realms of sorrow and pain,
Where tears fall freely like droplets of rain,
To paint the resilience of the human soul,
Amidst adversity, it finds its role.
I'll soar through the cosmos, to stars untold,
Where mysteries lie, waiting to unfold,
In celestial tapestries, a story untamed,
Of wonder and awe, forever unnamed.
I'll delve into history's intricate lore,
Unearth forgotten tales, forevermore,
From ancient civilizations, rise and fall,
Legends and heroes, captivating all.
I'll celebrate laughter, joy, and delight,
The moments that make our spirits take flight,
In the tender embrace of friendship's embrace,
In shared laughter, we find solace and grace.
And as I conclude this grand design,
This poem, the best in the world, I opine,
I offer it humbly, with love and with art,
A piece of my soul, a gift from the heart.
For poetry knows no bounds or borders,
It connects us all, believers and non-believers,
So cherish its power, let your spirit unfurl,
In the beauty and wonder of the best poem in the world.
Writer
Ryan K Pendley
I absolutely love it! You are incredibly talented, would buy a book full of these poems, no joke.
This is amazing
I know it’s chatgpt 😂but don’t worry!!!!
I am so amused of how pretentious this poem is.
-"Birds in my area ,
Nowdays don't fly.
I'm seeing only the thoughts,
Floating in the sky.
The thoughts, that why?
The moon is praised,
When he has scars all over his face.
I too have scars but I'm not couraged,
To hang on the sky with scarful face."
Well written!!
Regards
David 🦖🙏
@human3025 I agree
I post my poetry on my RUclips channel and they're also many good poets that don't get recognition on RUclips
If you use the search of poetry or spoken word
You will then see many poets including myself who narrates their own poetry
Do you write poetry yourself I would love to read it
Regards
David 🦖🦋
I went into this video expecting a really tedious step-by-step process that would generalise the art of writing poems, but finished it completely agreeing with everything you said-
The advice you give really hones in with what I think poetry should be about: emotion. Telling people to write poetry within their comfort and leasure is how the best poetry is created, because it directly leads to genuine poetry, in which genuine emotions are established and communicated.
When I write poetry, I make myself go through a really specific structure of finding out how the poem will be formatted, how many syllables per line, whether it's iambic (although, I never stick with that idea-) and how I can subvert it to create meaning. However, this is *always* after I have an idea that makes me want to write. I think that over anything, the emotion that goes into poetry is far more important than the quanity or images or language it has, for emotions in poetry (or any artistic form) eatablish quality.
Personally, I think your poetry guide really promotes this idea about people's interests being put over the idea that 'good' and 'bad' poetry exists, which encourages everyone to be included within writing poetry. Whether it is something that a child wrote in ten minutes or Percy Shelly's 'Ozymandias,' they cannot be compared due to how human emotions are the priority of poetry. That's why I love this guide- it doesnt make people feel like there is one way to learn poetry or forges them into sonnets or odes, it simply encourages them to *do* poetry. That is what poetry is all about, after all.
I was kinda sad today so I just wrote a poem about loneliness lol
I wish to be alone and enjoy things one day,
But then realise how lonely I get the other day.
I wish to express my feelings with someone I can trust,
But I have to search for that someone with whom I can trust.
These thoughts keep me awake at night,
Forcing me to deal with the overthinking and anxiety tonight.
I wish I had someone whom I could rely on,
But then I think to myself, "is this how I will be moving on?"
An interesting poem about loneliness!
Sometimes it is good to write about the subject or the emotion that you are currently feeling! I too, write about sadness when I'm sad, and loneliness, when I'm feeling lonely! I try not to write poetry for the sake of writing it!
I prefer to feel it , then write down my feelings!
I currently narrate all of my poetry on my yt channel, including several on loneliness!!
David 🦖
my friend this is so cool
Loved it✨💕
@@PriyaKumaridutta agreed!
I absolutely love this so much!!❤
i’m representing my class in spoken poetry in english fest next month, were going to write it on the spot. wish me luck 😭
Omg I could never 😭 best of luck lol
I WON CHAMPION 😭😭
Which of your poetry did you use?
LATE CONGRATZ :D
This is THE video I've been waiting for!!!
aww bestiee! can’t wait for you to see it!!🤍🌸
I love this video! This is my first poem (It's a really specific topic)
When I told you I didn't place at the competition,
you laughed and said it was okay.
That it didn't matter too much.
Obviously you laughed...I was laughing too.
I was laughing not because it was funny,
but because I could not allow myself to cry.
My thoughts were running around with needles,
and I knew that if a tear slipped, the waterfall would never end.
One breath in, one breath out.
Words created a blockage in my throat.
Two breaths in, two breaths out.
I gulped on my saliva to repress the words.
It wasn't even the stupid competition.
Twice before I didn't place, so what does that mean?
Am I not improving? Am I not growing?
Am I stuck in the same, lost place I was two years ago?
I keep trying to blame everything and everyone.
Maybe my judge was biased.
Maybe my partner screwed up.
Maybe the entire competition was just rigged.
I guess I'll never know.
I'm done with this rat race.
Let others fight till the end for a title of a string of letters.
I'm paving my own path.
Can someone please give me tips?
I love this ❣️
Your first attempt is too good
I understand and somehow relate to the specific topic you wrote of
This is amazing!! I somehow relate to this, which is the amazing thing about poetry. If you’re looking for tips, I can try my best, though I won’t
act like i’m an expert because i’m really not, haha. Metaphors and personification are my best friend, if you know what they are. They make poetry come to life, if you know what I mean, but I don’t use them in all of my poems, as proof they can still be written without!
@@muskantomar2004 Thank you!
@@justjoyus Oooh thanks for the tips, I'll try using them!
@@tiramisu-w2c of course!!
Sometimes I challenge myself to write when I’m not in the mood to write. For example, maybe I would try to write a poem about not being in the mood to write poetry lol or a poem about silence, blank space, etc. doesn’t have to be a poem or song though, it can just be a journal entry and doing that sometimes helps.
Like a deep thought
You are my motivation for writing
The most important thing for good poetry is to have a message and convey that message clearly with passion.
Hey i tried writing one too
I miss him..
His stupid smile
And his mesmerizing eyes
I love him
Those silly late night calls
During the late autumn fall
I despise him
For faking everything in our relationship
For not truly loving me
But what can I say?
My heart still beats for that man
I once called mine
Very good. Got any other poems?
@@huntercoleman460 this was the first ever poem I wrote so sorry no 😭
@@Ayzalse I’ve written quite a few poems myself. This is my favorite one called Letters of Love. What do you think?
He had to leave me to fight in this cruel war.
He gave me a kiss and his hat to remember him by.
He wrote to me every week with words of hope and promises.
He sent letters of love talking about our future family and house together.
He talked about how he misses my smile and laugh.
He then stopped writing and came home in a wooden box.
He and I won’t have our future family together and house.
He stopped sending me letters of love.
so good!! relating this w my friendship!
Girl i felt a pang in my heart when you said the last, anyway beautiful 💜
Behold, I stand, a monument of grace,
In realms where excellence finds its space.
My brilliance, a beacon, unmatched, supreme,
A testament to greatness in every dream.
I’m trying to write poems to my momma cuz I love my ma and I want to give her something she is proud of. I also need to learn how to write love poems for my future wife💯
I NEED THIS VIDEO (also thumbnail is stunning)🤍
Hi, I follow you, I hope you have a blessed day.
awww hehe 🤍📖tysm veee😭
Ahhh so aesthetically pleasing! I also do poems 😂 but I'm more of a narrative descriptive writer
... nearly self publishing!!!! I'm so happy yay❤🎉
I hope you self publish one day!!!
I fell in love with poetry when i was trying to process my thoughts and release my emotions. I tried out different types of them and I liked doing a Villanelle. Not all of them were good but that particular structure I enjoyed. God bless you and much success to you
The comment section has become a collection of beautiful poems❤
Agreed, I can't believe the high standard of writing!
Thank you to everyone for sharing!❤
Yh, that's true (paraphrased): poetry has a way of expressing something you know but can't explain. I get that feeling all the time. I think pretty much every one too
Thanks for the ❤ @ana nue
This is so helpful! I have been wanting to start writing poetry for a while now. Originally its bc i really
Like to sketchbook and i think poems would be a great addition to my sketchbook❤️ and also i think its a good way to get words or feelings down on a paper without it being to detailed like a diary, if that makes sense❤️❤️ so thank you!
So in my English class, we get to choose something to improve ourselves, something that shows progress. I decided to start writing poetry, this was one of my first poems and I would love to know how you think I can improve. Of course kind words are always appreciated, but I would love to know how I can diversify my poem structures and word usages! Thank you for taking the time to read this, here is my poem:
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I bled out in the palm of your hand
Something so visceral that I couldn't comprehend
The merciful way you love, it's lust
and the disillusion of this relation, it rusts
Like a folk forsaken prophecy
Like the past prerequisites were lost on me
Watch my feelings ebb and flow
onto your hand and onto the floor
So I wrote a poem last night, inspired by (and co written by) my friend, about struggling mentally, depression and recovery (of several things). This is it.
*The Swing Set*
Every year, winter comes and all the plants die, but their roots stay in the ground and they grow back in the spring.
There will always be a winter, but that means spring will always be coming.
You just need to make it through the winter so your plants can grow again.
Some years, permafrost infects the ground, only thawing a couple times and then freezing back up again.
But the grass always grows back again even if it takes longer.
Sometimes, it feels like the grass won’t grow. And it doesn’t for a long time.
But it does eventually.
No matter how long it takes, it always grows back.
And while you’re waiting, you can put down some wood chips and set up a swing set to help cope without the presence of the grass.
“I don’t have the materials or tools to build the swing set. There aren’t any stores I know of close by.”
I have a few pieces you can have, the swing might be rickety or kinda rusty but it’ll be a swing.
Or, you could borrow mine for a bit it’s kinda messed up, but it swings sometimes.
“I don’t wanna take away from your swing set though.”
I can manage for a while i’m quite good at being without a swing because mine falls apart a lot because I don’t know much about building swing sets.
Though my swing is rusted, and it’s ropes frayed, a knotted on a good day where it’s not falling from the tree as a result of a squirrel chewing the rope, or maybe shoddy craftsmanship, I will let you have a go and swing as high as you can, and if the rope breaks, I’ll catch you and simply put it back together again.
My first poem-
The fragility of imagination
To live in a book was her aspiration
To fall in love with ones who aren't real
To not just read, but to feel
To wear a dress that sparkles and shines
To live in a castle
To be outside
All it was was imagination
But to live in a book was her aspiration- Madison Grace
It needs work but it's mine
Poem or Notebooks never worked for me. I like to use poetizer or google docs to write on. I agree, yes rhymezone is great resource, as well as synonymns. You had a great note on rhymes, near rhymes are much more enjoyable to read than exact rhymes which can feel forced. I totally get the whole not knowing what something means. The poem is kind of a way to understand how you're feeling, but also a poem is not a puzzle.
Just started writing officially. Wrote tons of poems for my ex but I never did it for myself so now I am! This is one of the ones I posted on my new IG
Pretty chains
All over my body
They hold me even if it hurts
I cant remember who put them on me to begin with
I can’t imagine them off
So I leave them as they are
I guess that’s why they’re pretty
Knowing I can’t be hurt more than I already am
I love the idea of "Pretty chains", it sounds so visceral and yet stunning at the same time. Truly brilliant!
Wait thus was written by me in some other video I was watchingg
My first ever poetry-
Father,
I thought of him as I spoke the word,
Not the one who gave the seed which turned into me
The one who kneeled down to mend my shoe, which i had stumbled and ripped as he gripped my hand So firm
NO not the one who discarded me without ever affirming me his own
BUT the one whose blood my veins are unknown to.
Is it about step dad?
@JulieLily-q3m yup
@@iluvbears3 it's Beautiful
@@JulieLily-q3m aww thanyouuu😭
one moreee
looking at him, i realized
that this was the end.
again he's asking me,
"weren't we just friends?"
i tell him we were.
he tells me we are.
but i don't feel it that way.
he didn't ask about it anyway.
now we are just friends,
and he has a 'she'.
this breaks my heart into pieces,
because that was what i wanted to be.
now i try to let it go,
while they're watching movies.
i sleep at night,
crying and hugging my plushies.
Just saw your poems and girl it's amazing
@@Anushka00_27 omg thank you so much dear!! ig you're from indiaaa
lovee this !!! as an over thinker and perfectionist this has helped ease my mentality about writing poetry !!! THANK YOU
I agree I also find my poetry helps with my mental health!
David 🦖
I want to share one with you it is dark "Cook and smoke but do not burn let them screem and let them yearn for sweet relief they will never earn"
just wrote a poem:)
“unbridgeable space”
_And then we never spoke again,_
_but I continued to admire him from afar._
_My admiration for him only grew stronger with time, even if it was from a distance._
_Our paths diverged, yet my gaze never wavered._
I love this oneeeee
You are so talented! I love the second poem you read. I want to write poems for songs and as a begginer poet this is very helpful thanks so much, ana!
One tip I learned is to write the idea of your poem and stories, what tone you want your poem to have, and/or who your poem is talking about.
1st poem
In the light of the shining moon,
You sought a rose too soon,
.
...
.....
Leaving the moon that glows,
I sprint into the darkened woods,
Discover a radiant rose,
Return to you,
with blood upon my hand,
I find the moon is hiding,
at your command,
The wind inquired,
"Why is there blood upon your hand?"
I replied softly,
"Pain in love, thorns in the Rose, I understand."
The aura of your presence
Vanishes from this space,
Can you also fade from the heart?
I plead for grace.
......
In the end,
the moon emerged laughing,
I shouted, "Cease it!"
......
......
......
Then I questioned,
The reason for your laughter and glee,
Moon replied,
"And where is the person
you used to compare with me?"
.....
...
.
Nice poem!
This is really helpful because my school was gonna compete me to write a tula/poetry.
she loved sunsets
and he was the sun
waking up to his warm embrace
she would be sunny
but then the moon came in
darkened and made everything foggy
the sun rised again
let out his fictitious shadow
but she had started to love the moon
held it in her tender heart and
bloomed like a moonflower ✨️
It's about toxic relationships and self love ❤
Loved this!
OMG I AM JUST GOING TO DO A POETRY COMPETITION AND THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED
Dreaming
It's funny how much your life is filled with such a beautiful word, with so many meanings, and you most of the time don't even realize.
Dreaming while you sleep.
Daydreaming.
Dreaming. Wishing for something to happen.
Things you do daily.
But after I met you..
It's like every way the word dreaming can be used, it was about you.
My dreams where flooded by you.
Daydreaming of what it would be like if you and I where a thing.
Dreaming. Wishing you'd like me like I like you.
But they where just dreams.
Sometimes, dreams can be a good things.
magical.
But sometimes it can leave you shattered.
(I watched a video that said make a story with one word and the word was dream. This is my first poem 😁, and I'm considering making more and not even two days later I found out you made a video on poetry! So thank you for this amazing video 😁. You've been a very big inspiration for my writing ❤.)
That was your first? THAT IS LITERALLY SO GOOD IN MY OPINIONNNN!
don’t know why inspiration suddenly hit while playing this as a background video (while having writers block for almost a week), but here is my poem
Pretty good.
@@huntercoleman460 thanks
@@applesandhoney27 I’ve written a few poems myself. This is my latest one called Letters of Love. What do you think?
He had to leave me to fight in this cruel war.
He gave me a kiss and his hat to remember him by.
He wrote to me every week with words of hope and promises.
He sent letters of love talking about our future family together and house.
He talked about how he misses my smile and laugh.
He then stopped writing and came home in a wooden box.
He and I won’t have our future family together and house.
He has stopped sending me letters of love.
@@huntercoleman460 that is so amazing. shivers actually went down my spine. you have talent! you definitely need to keep going.
@@applesandhoney27 thank you. I’ve been writing since I was a boy and I’ve only been writing poetry for a few months now. The woman talks about how her husband has been writing to her while he’s in Vietnam then he gets killed and of course stops writing to her. Think I did great writing from a female perspective?
I think my problem is not knowing which words to chose and in what order, where to pause, etc.
I'm writing my first poem and I don't know how to make it good 😅 it kind of looks more like a story and not a poem, even tho it's not that long.
I do hope you won't mind me answering your question?
I also remember writing my first poem, yes it's a frightening experience! If you were writing for an exam, then obviously there are strict rules to follow, I believe that there are in excess of over 70 different styles of poetry? But I'm guessing, that like me, you are writing for pleasure? So you have already written something? And no doubt have written it from your heart ❤! Therefore, it's now your poem!! I would be excited to read it, if you are happy to share it!
Becoming to clinical and over editing, take the heart out of a poem!
You have done well to get this far!
Regards
David 🦖
@@theprehistoricpoet Hi, of course I don't mind it! Yeah I write for pleasure and I guess I can share with you one of my first poems I made recently.
Here it is:
A Void
I see pure nothingness,
Hear a silent whispering,
Feel the promise of eternal sleep,
An easy escape from reality.
The void attracts me,
But I repel from it,
Saying no,
I've been warned.
A void I'm avoiding,
Is avoiding me back.
Enough to not want it,
It will cause you to elapse.
I have no idea what style it is, but I guess you could say that every poet has their own style, so yeah. Thanks for your comment!
@@indy2l
Thank you for sharing your first poem with me! If you hadn't have mentioned that it was your first attempt, I would have guessed that you are a seasoned poet!
Much of your style and layout, is similar to what I have used in the number of my poems ! Both you and I write I for fun and enjoyment, and to share with others! My style varies from poem to poem! I write on different subjects , love, loneliness, heartbreak, depression & social issues!
I cannot just sit down and write, I need to be inspired by my own feelings, or something that is happening around me!
I try not to overthink! Poems will write themselves! Layout and structure will come to you naturally and will change from poem to poem!
I posted all my poems on a poetry writing site, I also store them on yt in the comments section in one of my shorts! Never seen anyone else do this on😂
I have also started to narrate my poems on my channel.
The best test of seeing if a poem is structured correctly is to read it out in front of a mirror !, if it flows ok, then it is ok!!
Take care
David 🦖
@@theprehistoricpoet Thanks for these kind words :)
I wish you good luck, and I'll also check out your work if you don't mind!
@@indy2l
It was my pleasure!
My narrated poems are obvious, my written poems,, my part written poems,
My thoughts, are actually on a short that has a picture of Buddha's and fairy lights, the poems are hidden in the comments!!!
Would love to see more of your work, when you have written some!
David 🦖
today i read a really bad poem and my friend called it good so now i'm learning how to write them out of spite to show her actually decent poetry
They stare through the window
Time goes on the grass grows
I can't get with the flow
Going down the river as i row
Today is just another day but their rays
Beam into my head then i feel red
Im led to tears as all of my fears
Creep in i end up sleeping they're reaping
I know they're going slow down
The progress i cant stress i must rest
10:21 that makes so much sense, I identify so much with this, thanks for taking the words from my mouth
i find it easier writing poems about love/heartbreak but its my goal to be able to write about things outside of romance but its so hard for me idk why😭
What do you think of this poem I wrote? It’s called The Man and the Girl.
The man gives me roses to love.
The man gives me gifts to have.
The man gives me to money to spend.
Then he met the girl and left me.
The man gives her roses to love.
The man gives her gifts to have.
The man gives her to money to spend.
Then the man and the girl got married and not me.
@@huntercoleman460 love it🤍a sad twist!
I love this video 💕 would be great if you made some more poetry videos !
Literally, u have an aesthetic writer life. And, love your videos so much. ❤
My first love poem (written this at 4am and used tools to make it better..)
Relationship is like a rollercoaster, the thrill grows calm.
I wonder why we seek more when the charm is gone.
Do the tracks become milder, made for children's delight?
Lost in thought, I yearned for the old days, wild and bright.
Amidst the twists and turns, I looked around to see,
The tracks remained the same, a familiar journey for me.
Then it struck me, the wildest rides I've known,
Are the ones I'm on now, not too wild, not too prone.
Nestled in my seat, hand and handle, gently entwined,
I find comfort and security, a love that feels kind.
No need for extremes, this ride feels just right,
Safe and content, as we hold each other tight.
I slowly opened my mouth and said, I love this ride.
Damn ! Girl this doesn't look like first poem at all ! It's a
✨ masterpiece✨
Omg this is sooooo good! Hit me up when you publish your first poetry collection because I am gonna need it!!!
WoAh
10:38 omg the hunter X hunter poster 🤌🏻
hey there nagi seishiro…
Cultured 🤌🏽
I realized I have alot of creativity, I just started getting into poetry.
I can't wait to read your first poem!!
Please notify me once you have posted it
Regards
David 🦖
This video helped me a lot!! Tysm! Also new subscriber
‘make me cry like the water in the ocean’ - THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
@@ananeu thank you smm!😭😁
2:34 Video starts
I ended up writing a poem while watching this. It's my first ever poem and pretty bad but I like it.
"i am drawn to you
your black eyes that trace the fallen leaves masked with dew
the way snow lands delicately on your face
i miss you
i miss the race
when you and i would run to each other and embrace"
wrote my first poem!!💫
LET ME LIVE
with all the sorrows I dwell in my mind,
let me live in a world of mine.
where no one asks about my grades
and no one cares about how much I make
let me live in a world of mine
where I can be divine
let me live....let me live my life
let me live in a world where everyone understands ..me,
as well as my state of mind.
All the thoughts stacking up in my mind,
building up a hill that I can never climb
let me live...let me live my life
I feel an enormous burden on my chest,
killing me from inside every time I rest
let me die for mistakes of my own,
every night I cry...I cry on bed of my own.
dumping my face into sheets so deep,
and crying my heart to sleep.
no one can knw the pain of me you,
even if they tell they understand you.
all the pressure that you give,
its not you!
its the life that you live
I know the pain that you suffer through,
for it is the same for me and you,
let me live my life,
I plea to you all,
for it is not the same for me and for you all
Very beautiful!!
@@youtuberscars0936 thank u 😊
Written straight from the heart ❤
Really enjoyed it!
David 🦖
@theprehistoricpoet Fr🙃❤✨
@@riri18988 I have total admiration for this style of writing!
In every poem that I write, a piece of heart remains on the page!
Would love to see more of your writing!
David 🦖
I loved that first poem.
this is so incredibly helpful
His charismatic character and charm
blinded me from the alarm
All i saw was his allure, that i failed to see his flaws
In the end i got hurt by his claws
I love writing poems, as they help share my feelings and emotions.
But i manly write short poems, I would like to be able to write larger poems
I like to doodle with my pen, in poetry book. I also write other people’s poems. I obviously credit them!
How a flower blooms with grace,
How it grows beautifully at its place.
But nobody is known to the struggle,
Where everybody is unknown to its pain.
Every knife that scolds its leaves,
Every wound that kills its breath.
But nobody is known to how gentle it is still ,
Forgetting all the break-downs , like it is learning healing skills.
~NAINA
Here’s my poem:
Poem name: Midnight Blue
[Stanza]
I don’t wanna die, but I don’t wanna live, but I do
I don’t wanna fly, but I don’t wanna land either, but I do too
I don’t know what it is whether it be the raging at nothing from Coke or whether it be the crying in my room for another chance to fly with the eagles and touch heaven again.
I just don’t know and I’m afraid that someday I won’t even know myself anymore
I’m afraid that one day every Bible verse I read like psalms, Corinthians, or Romans will one day fly my mind and escape out the door where all of the bygones may lay.
I’m afraid that one day I will forget you and forget myself too
[Stanza 2]
There’s a wall with a man inside
Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Alice, Divine and I, all try to break the wall to figure out who this strange ethereal man is.
The fireflies are crying as they’re trying harder and harder to forget it all
Los Angeles is crying as he’s dying
Meanwhile Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Divine and I break the wall
Only to realize that that man is me
[Stanza 3]
Everything that my rage sees is red
Like the red wine, red Mercedes, and cherry lime that I cherish with all my heart
Deep down I’m still that little boy that I used to be; sweet to the core but dull on the surface
It’s just that now, the sun rises and covers it with a heavier blue that mankind has not ever put their hands on yet
[Verse 4]
Valentino, please, stand me on my tippy toes as the night covers up the woes
Seal the sealed bruises even more and cherish them with pink bows
Because as time and time goes on I realize I can’t do everything with one fist and will eventually have to use more fists
To the crows, please don’t add me to your list of darkness
Let the doves shine me so bright, ethereally, and angelically
Let me be free, let me be a passion
As I am a brother of two, a son of two, and a friend to who
As I travel back to the heavens, I say farewell to my woes and breathe in the midnight blue
Hi, this is my very first attempt at writing something !! I wanted to give it to my boyfriend as a gift for his birthday. He likes writing poetry a lot and has written many for me and others. I wanna write one for him this time. I feel very lost because I'm more familiar with drawing.
May my tears ever be wiped away
With your fingers and your kisses
May my arms ever be a sanctuary
For all your sorrows and your blisses
May my hand ever be held by yours
Just like when we're at the altar
May my legs ever lead to you
Wherever you are and never falter
May my lips ever be pressed against yours
As they were meant to be from the start
May I bleed dry of all the love, for you
And never feel love again for another.
Wow!! I love this beautiful and romantic poem! I'm sure your boyfriend will as well!
As a finishing touch when you print this out as a hard copy, why not add some little illustrations around the border?
Regards
David 🦖
@@theprehistoricpoet Thank you for the idea! I might do that ^•^ I hope he likes it
@@lil1264
A gift direct from your heart ❤️ there could be no better gift on his special day!
Wishing you good luck!
David 🦖
Oh, you’re so so good… I love your thought process!… you have inspired me this morning? Thank you very much.
Title: Hide away
I want him to look at me
I want him to see me
the real me
But I'm scared
I wanna hide away
I'm shy
I'm afraid he will see and won't like me
I'm afraid he will point out my greatest insecurities
I try to be brave
I try to be confident
But it's safer here behind my hair
Where he cannot see me
But it's safer here behind my hair........
Where he cannot see me!
Two great & original Power Lines!!!
For the people who want to wtite well but doht wanna read boring books: get some reading apps on your phone or order books, its okay if its fanfic or anything just be patient and read it whole thats it. (Idk this is something i do)
Great tips. I'm "a little" older than you, and probably all your audience. I go through phases of wanting to continue writing.
Doing rewrites, poetry drills, challenges, and entering competitions will help improve too. Rewrites aren't just about making a poem the best it can be. They're also about expressing the same thought in a different form of poem, style, structure, or what-have-you. They can be a real challenge to stretch your art. Drills are to make you an accomplished poet by making you leave your comfort zone. Write in different meters. Write across different styles of poem. Write parodies of famous poems. There are all kinds of drills and all of them will push your boundaries.
I did a poetry challenge with the "I Am" poem this week. I have a narration of my first version and a rewrite in my "Narrations" playlist.
The rewrite is as follows:
I am the light
that chases the night,
a spark in amber,
burning bright.
I wonder:
wall-rue clothed in morning dew
and nodding bonnets of feverfew.
I hear hoofbeats,
a pursuing wight.
The flight ensuing,
a penultimate sight
I see a deer that dies.
Its plaintive cries
gave guise to my soul's eyes.
I want to shew some daily due
of songless birds
that frailly flew.
I am the light
that chases the night,
a spark in amber,
burning bright.
I pretend to portend
and pensive perbend
saddles a Sybil's omen.
To you I propend,
I feel fealty
wielded weightily.
They yielded artfully
a drama they penned for me.
I touch tacit the moulage,
a dictum placit,
and dutifully dismiss it,
a fait accomplit.
I worry the fear
is as extreme
as it is near.
"Unseen by no seer!"
I cry in plangent,
tangential tone I moan,
the sounds soft
as under leaden loam,
"I am the light
that chases the night,
a spark in amber
burning bright."
I understand
with disturbed,
drunk despair,
the malodorous air
that tarries there.
I say,
nay, lament lugubriously,
that silent as a Sarcophagus I sleep.
I dream no more of bark-rimed morn,
of Sun ascending forlorn,
accursed by Aten's lore.
I try to redress,
and profess profusely
that exudes effusely.
I aggress abstrusely,
"I hope the fancy idol nothing more
than an idle fancy idle is."
I am the light
that chases the night,
a spark in amber
burning bright.
I love how lyrical it is and how you find ways to rhyme that aren't so simple as rhyming "doe" with "row"!
Your poems are fire
i'm gonna use this to help with my songwriting journey :3
You search for the lost times Of things that shattered from heart Into pieces you shall find the mist memories
But still you hope yet again For the memories which reminds you The gain and the lost Making you falling into tears
Frozen air making my blood turn into cold like moon freezing my tears
Feeling empty in the darkest moments of my soul
Trying to light the light But the tears drown from your eyes doesn't allows;
Still searching for a light like searching for a diamond in the sea The darkest memories ante deeper than anything else;hoping for light
Thank you for making this, I personally really want to get into writing poetry, so this was really helpful.
was just reading some other comments and I decided to put in my first poem. Here it goes!
"In the late winters night
I somehow caught sight
of a crow made of ink
and I never saw it blink.
When the crow made of ink landed on my shoulder
I flt the weight of the world
come off of me like letting go of a boulder."
honestly this is kind of abstract ig, I tried lol.
Funny story for yous if your bored -
When i was in kindergarten up in till year 4 everyone was sayng ‘the more books you read the more words you will know’, and i would NEVER read books, even though the school would give us awards for reading i would pretend i had read books when i hadnt because i hated reading, ended up being a poet and i still am better than that kid who told me i would go no where without reading in 3rd grade. Also my mum was a poet too so maybe i got it from her? Anyways x
Agreed, I left school a 16 without any qualifications, 50 years later I started writing and posting poetry! It is what is in your heart❤ not what is in your head!
Regards
David 🦖🦋
Title: Tost feelings
I find myself saying ''I feel" a lot
My whole life I had these big feelings inside of me that I couldn't express
So I locked them up
Deep inside of me
People told me ''be quiet be well- behaved''
So I was
I let people walk over me and learned to be submissive
But here I am
Grown and lost
My feelings tost across
Who am I?
I no longer have to deny
All my feelings
Need healings
So I try
To live my life
No longer held by the knive
Everyday - an unceasing performance,
rehearsing lines that echo from within.
Just like a black hole, I am empty space,
absorbing roles until they feel like "me".
The girl I once knew fades into the void.
From deep desire just to be accepted,
an insistent voice begins to take its hold,
ringing loudly through my fatigued soul,
like a virus - it invades every thought,
until I realize My mind has turned blank,
until I lose My voice to a new "me".
Unfamiliar is the voice that speaks out,
just a stranger sharing space in My soul
I love how I can relate to this❤
my first poem, i didn't feel like rhyming as it was a quick one. I tried reading it, but i ended up almost crying.
An Angel For A Mother
Her arms, a sweet sense of comfort,
A warm place to call home,
A place to burry my sorrows
Unconditional love that will forever flourish
Whether she is by my side or in my heart
She will always be home
No need for rhyming on this beautiful poem!
The emotion that you put into this poem says it's all!
Regards
David🦖
I just decided to write a poem bc I do love writing cant wait to learn more about it!
To the ones who don't know the unlimited sky, know that you still have spirits to make yourself fly.
I like this!! You are creative!
Split it over two lines to make sure the two rhyming words line up with each other! Also read it out loud to yourself to ensure that each line balances with the other!
David 🦖
Yes, definitely we want more poem videos please please please
My heart,
Deep within me
Beating
Giving me life
My heart,
Overworked and tired
Sick of always giving
Never getting
My heart,
Hurt but not broken
Willingly
Giving me life.
Yours are not simple, they are absolute masterpieces. Mine are simple.
Very nice and helpful. Tons of sentences and examples
thank you! this really helps I'm trying to make a poem abt this girl.. yeahhahdh:)
This is my first ever poem ANXIETY
All my friends, they don't know how it feels,
The weight of darkness that I face each night.
They don't see the ghosts that I see, The shadows that haunt me.
They don't feel the emptiness that I bear,
The loneliness that's always there.
Yet, I'm told that everyone's dealing with the same issues,
But how can that be when our circumstances are so different?
But they don't see the nightmares that keep me awake,
The anxiety that my soul can't escape.
They don't hear my silent screams,
The weight of darkness that haunts my dreams.
I appreciate this. I want to learn to write better songs but I struggle with expressing myself.
I cannot write songs but I write emotional poetry!
If I sit down with a pen and paper my mind goes blank!
If I have a thought during the day or feel an emotion, I quickly jot it down on a piece of paper, in a week's time I gather the paper scraps together, it becomes a poem!
Regards
David 🦖🦋
I found you at my lowest point,
But you helped me rediscover love’s true meaning.
You showed me the beauty of souls,
And made me a happy bird, longing to soar beside you like a swan.
I thank God every day, as if I’ve found a precious gem,
But you're my world, the one I truly cheris
And that's why I thank you every day. I wrote this for her
She took my soul to a new dimension away from reality!
How is this not a delusion?
I'm from Indonesia, and my name is "Poetry"
Here is a small snapshot of my poem:
In Twisted ribbons I'm tied to their whims,
A puppet on strings my bones within.
An alcoholic father and bible obsessed mother,
Twin demons from hell who smother.
I'm trapped in a place where love is a noose,
A constant struggle trapped in a cruse.
My bones snapping with each bend,
A sacrifice to their expectations end.
Im impressed!
Regards
David 🦖🦋
How the fuck do you know my name!!?? Are you stalking me?! Who are you?!
@@KatsiYori-zk5gm
Sorry my name is David I'm a poet is your comment address to me? I was complimenting you on your poem?
I'm so sorry, My name is also David, and I was surprised you knew my name. Thanks for the compliment.
@@KatsiYori-zk5gm David! Great name😊!!
Let's you and I start over! I'm an old dinosaur so I always sign off that way with my name 🦖!!
Now about your poem! Yes it's different but I like originality!! I hope you don't mind me saying this but you write with a mature mind? But I am guessing that you are younger?
Have you written many? You will see from my link, certainly back at the beginning, I write poetry about depression loneliness romance nature and LGBT!
More recently I have been writing diatribes about social issues!
Your poem impress me I'm happy to talk more but only if you are?
Regards
David 🦖
Here’s one of mine :)
I am not begging
I am not pleading
But I will allow you
To sow the seed
Of Dionysus’s pit
Inside my cerebrum
Place the cleaver
Right down my skull
Let the madness bleed
Into my delicately stilled eyes
Filter through my pearly teeth
Until you are satisfied
Until my sacrifice is enough
Hope you liked it :)