i’ve placed my anchor, a stain on your abode. the tidal waves operate in attempt to pursue fear. fear? a word too dear to the tongue, a prisoner of the heart. without the right stimulus, no response shall it obey. the waves shall try, but will remain unsuccessful in their approach. as the key to this lock remains with thee, blind, deaf and mute is she. imaginably, she, too, breeds the same prisoner as me, and lest her prisoner escapes her prison, and her fears fill colours yet unknown to me, only then can i set my fear free.
We have the same number of names And both of our thirds are the same The rusty blood moon brightened my room Then all of a sudden it rained That twelve o'clock, the yuletide sight Earth's endlessly spinning along with my mind Warm was the fire, cold was the night I danced by myself, my eyes black and white (I blocked the noise of my thoughts through a Christmas hymn And said cheers to the love that you found in him It haunts me to know that you always say "yes" on special days like this But I remember the best When you said the same thing The day I turned fifteen) We have the same number of names And both of our thirds are the same Two blinking faucets drowned the white screen Horror is here when it's not halloween
I just came across your channel, I would love to know what you think of my Autumn poem :- Turning colours, lowering light, long cast shadows and early night. Glowing fronds, wet with dew, adorn the hills with sienna hue. Dappled shades, of Emerald and Gold, slowly shift from Summer's hold. Floating leaves, from the Sycamore, move shadows on the river floor. Wooded walk, turns to open fell, where ancient limestone has a tale to tell. The summit promises a nice hot drink, to clear the mind, no troubles to think. A sliver of silver across the bay, beckons in the end of day. Flames of amber in the fire dance, to say on nature we cannot enhance.
I can recommend 'When You Are Gone' by Alfred Austin, who is in my opinion a vastly underrated poet. He was the 13th British Poet Laureate from 1896 to his death in 1913.
In a hiding lies a pure entity Calm, mild and happy mentally. This world's dark , theirs no light. My joy don't fade, so I hide. Once revealed I might win. Dwell into me this world of sin. Time steal her breath and funeral set. Didn't conquer the sin was her regret. He says somewhere she's still alive. I'm dark and she's my light. reviews please
A few ideas for you to try and make it better grammar so it runs smoother. See what you think in comparison to what I type below... "In hiding lies a pure entity. Calm, mild, and cherished mentally. This world is dark, there is no light. My joy doesn't fade, so I will hide. Once revealed I might win. Dwell with me this world of sin. Time steals her breath and funeral sets. Didn't conquer the sin she regrets. He says somewhere she's still alive. I'm ever dark and she's my light." You've got a nice knack for poetry I can tell, try to work on your grammar/spelling and also try to come up with some more creative words than ones like "happy". Perhaps also try and come up with words that kind of fill in gaps perfectly to make sure it flows smoothly, if that makes sense. Otherwise great job and keep it up!
"V" by Tony Harrison is probably one of my favorite poems. It is fairly long, but there's a video of him reading it on RUclips. Harrison is a tough poet that you'll have to work for to understand fully, but his work is worth it.
ANYTHING BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI!!! He changed my life. (One of my all time favourites, simplistic but yet so powerfully written). Late Fragment- By Raymond Carver And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. I adore this poem. I would also highly recommend his short stories I own a wide collection of them and they’re so insightful. Especially “what we talk about when we talk about love,” there’s a spoken version of it on RUclips if you wanted to listen. FABULOUS.
Haunted by those, enticing eyes, Weird thoughts arise, You who hit me with a mystic dart, Filled my brain with psychedelic art, not even ready to start, You already wanted to depart, All that was left apart; Some poetry in my heart Can you please give some feedback?
I like it i just didn't like how all the words sounded the same at the end. When i write i like to change it up a little. I dont try to rhyme and when it does its not forced you know. But overall I really do like the poem and picture it vividly. Thank you for sharing
Loved the poem, i actually like the similar ending sound on each line. Its a personal choice i guess. Although i would have wrote it slightly differently, Haunted by those, enticing eyes Weird trippy thoughts arise You hit me with a mystic dart Filled my brain with psychedelic art Mesmerized and ready for a new start And then you got up, and you had to depart And then all that was left apart Was some migraine in my head some poetry in my heart
This is sad, but really deep. I think this is great. For me, I just can't seem to get very deep into my poetry; mine is more like long lines of non-metaphorical lines. You Did great With this beautiful piece. It's very well thought.
I can recommend 'When You Are Gone' by Alfred Austin 1835 - 1913. He is in my opinion a vastly underrated poet! He was British Poet Laureate from 1896 till his death in 1913 ( The British Laureateship used to be for life but New Labour changed the post to 10 years after the death of Ted Hughes in 1998. ) With Best Wishes! Cheers - Mike.
I get lost in that moment~ Whenever i think about your eyes, That captured my breath not only my soul, Your fingers entwined with mine, And strong gushing wind playing with my tresses, It always reminds me of you.. I get lost in that momnt~ When my heart for a second playfully stops, Just to hear your heartbeat, Then the whole world stops rotating and comes to a pause, When i see you smiling and breaking at the same moment, Lukin at the ground as if you wish 'we' could stop the time.. I get lost in that moment~ When u pull my hand and dance with me under the azure sky, Caressin my face and holding me firmly in your arms, Tellin me that though its tough but we will never give up.. I get lost in that moment~ Whenever i find you, wherever and whenever i find you, All with me, just for me, Together and forever
Jackson, you're absolutely right. Poets read poetry. Just like Stephen King reads something like 3 to 5 novels a week, and he insists that all good writers are good readers first. My reccomended reading list: Shakespeare, John Donne, John Milton, William Blake, Edmund Spenser, Walt Whitman, T.S. Eliot, Pound, William Carlos Williams, Robert Creeley, Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, Emily Dickenson, the entire Lowell family, Billy Collins, Hart Crane, Wilfred Owen, Gary Soto, Sylvia Plath, Rae Armantrout, Wallace Stevens, Charles Bukowski, Rita Dove, Jorie Graham, Robert Hass, Anne Sexton, Maya Angelou, Philip Levine, John Berryman, Ted Berrigan, Anselm Berrigan... there are many more, but these names will keep you busy for awhile.
Freezing weather, the cold winds blow. A little wolf, walking in the snow. He realizes no one is with him, He knows that he is alone. He is now lonely. He is cold. He feels His strength fading, And falls in the snow. There is no one to care, He will probably die. But if he stands up. If he fights, if he tries, He might Be able to survive. So he tries, And he hunts. And he howls At the moon. “Maybe lonely Is not that bad.” The wolf thinks. And then he hears Something. not a rabbit. not Another wolf. It was a bird. Snow started to melt. Flowers started to bloom. The wolf was now happy. He felt free and alive. He made it to spring. He learned To survive.
“I’m fine”. That’s what we all say. But how can we all be okay. How can everyone feel the same way? Don’t we just all lie. “Maybe we’re just trying not to cry”.
decisions of silence. my father screaming at me then, out of nowhere silence do I speak? stay silent? I'm at a loss my mind races within a spit second I decide I made the wring choice i get yelled at "why did you speak" there is no right answer just tears of fear. - Dave Singh please don't be to harsh in the comments, I did have to go through this in my childhood and it was really horrible. But I am open to feedback!
Dave Singh Wow, a lot of emotion -the fear and confusion of a child -came through your short poem there. I love your use of space -it adds to the tension and suspense. PS: I hope you’ve found healing now. Only one way forward and it’s not easy: forgive.
The simple way people speak, Is so full of corruption, Even the way people give out a sheet, Is so terrible these days, Not everyone is corrupted, Nor might they be arrogant in their ways. But these people, Let others corruption become theirs, No matter how good a prequel, It all goes wrong, So don't let that happen and stay strong. The simple words "I give up" Can cause the most corruption. If we dont stand strong and smart, The world will go up in flames, Or flood in tears bigger than domains, Or even, shatter up into a million pieces, Just like my heart and soul -the corruption of Earth, by me.
One obstacle I will never overcome. I wonder what It feels like to die, Not that I want too or have thoughts of suicide. But why would you feel the need to beg for life? And if it got to that point when someone tries, Awakening you and taking it, how would someone succeed in faking it? LIES. "OH WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE." People out there with so much regret they try retracing it, retracing steps. Wanting to make up for life after death. Is that why most are afraid of death? Because of guilt? Asking for a friend, Definitely not myself. Because you know why im afraid of death? Falling in love with life itself.
I don't know if you are still making videos. I like them and learn things. I learn what poets think, how they think. I know what I think. Can I put it in a poem? A bit of light verse.? If you are around come back.
HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM my voice cracks a tear rips and falls from my soul out into the river and it is one single instant of unbelievable longing absolute space crammed with infinite emptiness of being near and fading away “I am married to you” my tongue fights inside my mouth to sing these ancient words clues to strings timpani wheels and endless dreaming and whirling stars and think that about me say what you always dreamed say what you always dreamed watch my body shake my eyes drain spit out this poem was never intended your voice is weak your world is rushing by and your dreams are few far less strong than mine then wait lisp vague a full poem never knowing how it unfolds try that is what you do (c) Seten Tomh, 2022
+Poetry Show :) certainly true since I just discovered you are into photography as well...you're a bit ahead of me and I'm enjoying your tutorials about that... keep 'em all coming Jackson....
@@poesho I call this freedom! I was in prison at the time and wrote it off the single sound of a nearby trains whistle! It took me about 30 mins to write! As I sit here and listen Pulling words from thin air Looking towards the horizon Wishing I could be there On the train that's arriving Take me from hells hole To a place that is thriving A place with more hope A place you call freedom As a train makes a sound The blaring whistle blowing For all those around Its time to get going Lets get out of town Without even knowing Where ever it may be It's better to cope In a place they call free Its better than here In a place that's a prison You can't have any fear You must have a vision Keeping your mind clear Being keen to listen And sow a new seed Take with you soap On the day you are freed Make sure I stay clean And on top of my game Sometimes I may scream Or dance in the reign Though reality or dream Both can be the same How happy I will be Off the slippery slope When I'm finally free Now the train is leaving All aboard has been said No more time for grieving It's time to move ahead With friends I can believe in And none more to dread So smile when I greet them Cutting through the rope Inside me, I found a new freedom!
In that boat we hope waters deliver Our bruied bodies to pastures perfect and new she expects nothing but anguish and pain I am hopeful but I bare the burden of proof She abandoned her faith in the river Apathetic to rocks and on waves which we move My desire, her despair Will both meet their maker soon Waking up to cold sweats and a shiver From a dream I was in a canoe Fiercely debating navigation As if either position held truth I examine my face in the mirror Seems these days I am burning through youth A seed was planted deep within And now I am wearing the fruit These days I just prey for my liver Grey of skin and yellow of tooth With each passing moment I'm progressively aware That I should be discerning a route In the presence of prospects I quiver At the thought of unearthing my roots Im bound to stay but my mind is away Like a tree that is yearning to move
The Sky You lighten up my day When my mood is feeling gray When I'm ripe with furry I know there is no hurry For you will be there to wash away my fears in a blurry My body aches with pain and sorrow With you, your love i borrow Even in life i feel so hollow. Than you come along Like a hit new song and make me feel like I belong Before i can blink i am here And than you make things oh so clear. Without you i would be lost My heart stuck in a constant Holocaust Tearing and ripping my emotions away Just to say that I'm ok. But at the end it doesnt matter Because chaos is a latter. You start from the bottom to get where you are Just to see your dreams are too far Alas you are to far away for me too say I would've tried either way
The windows have been boarded up The doors nailed shut The roof is sunken And the cobblestone is wearing away Nothings meant to last forever The gardens overgrown The fountain, cracked The gate is off kilter And the mailbox is missing Everything is just a memory Home
How much I love you how can I define? I remember when I saw you first time You were shining and sparkling like a new dime. Your smile made forgot my heart rhyme. You know, you killed on the spot, but that's only first time. Tell me how could I punish you?, cause it was victimless crime. Before you, my life was dark night, and you came like new shine. You were not simple you were very prime. I had hangover like I drunk old French wine. review plz it's not complete yet.
Wow dude! your writing is so fine My favorite phrase was 'victimless crime' And since you asked for feedback, I'll give you mine Just some minor word align, minor redesign Try replacing the 'Before you...' line And maybe end like 'you gave me hangover, like old French wine' PS: i loved how total sentences added up to nine
Please focus less on the rhyming and more on completing the thoughts and expressing the feelings, because that's what connect's people to your poetry, rhyming attracts only when the meaning is clear! So either be very good in rhyming with meaning or try free style.
to many hours not sure of seconds or minutes gone for sure but born again on my own ordinary journey I think when wind win extraordinary pace breezing thoroughly throughout this place
Hoping to be the best Daydreaming today getting real tomorrow But fear kept her from moving Critics are more scarier than death Can't understand her thoughts She might just be too complicated
We have been taught to hate our enemy what if we give love in place of hate. Maximum what will happen they may not love us back at least they will stop hating us. There's a song in my heart my mind refuses to process my hand refuses to write. All this confusion because the song has no words only a little bit of silence.
#TechStellar I want to become a poet. I am searching for publishers to publish my poems. One of my poems is here. Tell me what do you think about it. My Psyche I have one body, diverse personalities I oughta take a lateral in a contention But never have I done that without taking on two eyes at piecemeal I chew all conjectures prior to my call I have one brain, diverse minds I should envision one idea solely But never have I done that free and easy My mind drifts like a Falcon in the air I have one faith, diverse beliefs I should ensue one dogma wholly But never have I done that illiberally I contemplate all doctrines equally I have one truth, diverse perspectives The creation is fragmented by mortals creed But never have I done that recklessly I honour the notions of all I have one heart, diverse souls I should pray to God for heaven routine But never have I done that hands-down I question the devil, I question the creator -Somkhang Pansa (I am not an atheist, I am not a blind believer)
Can I️ buy you billions of roses I️ wanna watch you bloom in spring like a rain Forest Tell you how cold a deep freezer can be without you That soul that sparkle just like the sunshine How unforgettable can that sight be The love that roses share is deep in red Thoughts
Ramarkable is My character ! I presume it is the cause of getting in hot water Brain is My coach and I m The Player Why I m not Aid beggar? Why am I Ignorance Chooser ? Why do I freeze Feelings Under The Pressure ? Why I don t wanna surrender ? Why Do I abuse anger and Extract Power ? Just BeCause simply , I am Bipolar Catch me out , Catch me Up , Lay me Down , Put me Down I don t care because : Self-Love Is The Cure for The Let-Down Why Am I Intellectuel ? Why An Array is reporting me its disapproval? Should I Prepare Revenge Fuel ? Or i calm down and Smile as I am Cheerful? Therefore , With Pets i had better be Kindful And For My Life Goal down i won t fall Yes , I know , it s getting Awful Success Wants Me to Be Rude toward Any Trouble Yes! The Ideal way To Upgrade My Experience's Level Catch me out , Catch me up, Lay me Down , Put me Down I don t Care Because : Self-Love Is The Cure for The Let-Down
"She has a grin like happiness, spreads like disease. Catch it once, it will never leave. Her heart beats, yet her soul is dead. Prevention is better ...than regret. Forget her today, she rebounds tomorrow. Sprinting through, your bedroom window. She is a drunken lass, fancies a bottle of wine. Sitting by the berth, and biding my time. She pulls out a guitar, and performs a number. You fall back into, your golden slumber" Reviews please. Btw im only fourteen and im a beginner
FORGET NOT TO LIT THE LIGHT when dark shadows casts over the mist of blues, forget not to lit the light that's in you. grab the risk to get the light; if necessary carry the logs to fire,from dusk to dawn. for the fate of your life, if the the sun shines on you pose in front of it, as its rays will make your way ahead. dress up the wounds you beared while you lit up light, soon it makes to feel the presence, of the skin... that recovered that wound for rest of the life. again you may face many dark and dreary nights, the light may not lit when you flash your days awhile. as the wheels of a cycle moves up and down, same the way our life catches...for the path wherever we go. follow me on insta- instagram.com/casinoroyale341/
I am UniQue I am Iconic Facing the pain Like An Ironic Scratching Scars On My Pavement which Seem Cryptic I am mY own criticisms's critic See ? No Necessity To Panic Because For The success , I will be Pedantic
Sad Eyes The way you can’t Look me in the eye They seem so sad ! They make you cry How could they do so No idea why Take of my glasses The feeling magnifies You turn away Look at the sky! You glance around Look a butterfly! But i'm distracted By beautiful brown eyes You look at me Its my attentions demise In your eyes Are lullabies So sorry sunshine I apologize But every second I look away Is a second so despised Turned from you Because of my sad eyes
I am an achieved poet. Here is one of my poems to appear soon in sprint magazine. Years After I Have Buried You I tasted leaves the season of aged skin Below me was the ground gray in pieces At George Akens I saw us sittin in a dull orange booth sippin long cool drinks and eatin chicken down to the bone and talkin about the springs when we went fishin in the close past we could only partly see us and the thing we were to leave with in our dusty boxes I clung to the memory as we have a parent when we were young and afraid to let go and be brave Around me were people blurred as ghosts those at your grave I saw through the rain
my heart and mind is in a gust of confusion im scared to say any more time wasted will lose me i keep creating silence instead of using my voice why do i keep trying? just to fill an empty void inside me lmaoo one of my old old poetry
I love the way you use humour to disarm resistance people might have
😉
i’ve placed my anchor,
a stain on your abode.
the tidal waves operate
in attempt to pursue fear.
fear?
a word too dear to the tongue,
a prisoner of the heart.
without the right stimulus, no response shall it obey.
the waves shall try, but will remain unsuccessful in their approach.
as the key to this lock remains with thee,
blind, deaf and mute is she.
imaginably, she, too, breeds the same prisoner as me,
and lest her prisoner escapes her prison,
and her fears fill colours yet unknown to me,
only then can i set my fear free.
We have the same number of names
And both of our thirds are the same
The rusty blood moon brightened my room
Then all of a sudden it rained
That twelve o'clock, the yuletide sight
Earth's endlessly spinning along with my mind
Warm was the fire, cold was the night
I danced by myself, my eyes black and white
(I blocked the noise of my thoughts through a Christmas hymn
And said cheers to the love that you found in him
It haunts me to know that you always say "yes" on special days like this
But I remember the best
When you said the same thing
The day I turned fifteen)
We have the same number of names
And both of our thirds are the same
Two blinking faucets drowned the white screen
Horror is here when it's not halloween
Poetry gets better when you write a lot.When you love more.When you cry more.When you
are more depressed.When your life is a hell..
Not true, man. Not true. Life makes good poetry. Practice and hard work makes good poetry. Suffering is not necessary.
So poetry gets better when you live a lot? like really experience life in every facet? Makes sense to me.
I just came across your channel, I would love to know what you think of my Autumn poem :-
Turning colours,
lowering light,
long cast shadows
and early night.
Glowing fronds,
wet with dew,
adorn the hills
with sienna hue.
Dappled shades,
of Emerald and Gold,
slowly shift
from Summer's hold.
Floating leaves,
from the Sycamore,
move shadows
on the river floor.
Wooded walk,
turns to open fell,
where ancient limestone
has a tale to tell.
The summit promises
a nice hot drink,
to clear the mind,
no troubles to think.
A sliver of silver
across the bay,
beckons in
the end of day.
Flames of amber
in the fire dance,
to say on nature
we cannot enhance.
this is incredible!
@@simonefaucher383 Thank you :)
This is beautiful. Very atmospheric and brings a lot of images. Well done
i like it
@Cally Lawson, I LOVE this!❤️ The imageries are oh so lovely.
The whispering wind utters a sound
the earth cannot contain
to and fro are the cries
of her unrelenting pain
My favourite part about being bilingual is that there’s so much more poems I can read!
I can recommend 'When You Are Gone' by Alfred Austin, who is in my opinion a vastly underrated poet.
He was the 13th British Poet Laureate from 1896 to his death in 1913.
*"When I am Gone"
This quantitative advice was not expected. I had expected something more like: "Finding a quiet place inside. (yourself). "
In a hiding lies a pure entity
Calm, mild and happy mentally.
This world's dark , theirs no light.
My joy don't fade, so I hide.
Once revealed I might win.
Dwell into me this world of sin.
Time steal her breath and funeral set.
Didn't conquer the sin was her regret.
He says somewhere she's still alive.
I'm dark and she's my light.
reviews please
A few ideas for you to try and make it better grammar so it runs smoother. See what you think in comparison to what I type below...
"In hiding lies a pure entity.
Calm, mild, and cherished mentally.
This world is dark, there is no light.
My joy doesn't fade, so I will hide.
Once revealed I might win.
Dwell with me this world of sin.
Time steals her breath and funeral sets.
Didn't conquer the sin she regrets.
He says somewhere she's still alive.
I'm ever dark and she's my light."
You've got a nice knack for poetry I can tell, try to work on your grammar/spelling and also try to come up with some more creative words than ones like "happy". Perhaps also try and come up with words that kind of fill in gaps perfectly to make sure it flows smoothly, if that makes sense. Otherwise great job and keep it up!
If you don't mind I would love it if you would check out and maybe follow me on Wattpad. Thanks! www.wattpad.com/user/MicahLafoon
thank you man and surely I'll follow you on wattpad ❤💚👐
Awesome, glad I could help!
Anju Prasher. nice
"V" by Tony Harrison is probably one of my favorite poems. It is fairly long, but there's a video of him reading it on RUclips. Harrison is a tough poet that you'll have to work for to understand fully, but his work is worth it.
ANYTHING BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI!!! He changed my life.
(One of my all time favourites, simplistic but yet so powerfully written).
Late Fragment- By Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
I adore this poem. I would also highly recommend his short stories I own a wide collection of them and they’re so insightful. Especially “what we talk about when we talk about love,” there’s a spoken version of it on RUclips if you wanted to listen. FABULOUS.
Haunted by those, enticing eyes,
Weird thoughts arise,
You who hit me with a mystic dart,
Filled my brain with psychedelic art,
not even ready to start,
You already wanted to depart,
All that was left apart;
Some poetry in my heart
Can you please give some feedback?
I like it i just didn't like how all the words sounded the same at the end. When i write i like to change it up a little. I dont try to rhyme and when it does its not forced you know. But overall I really do like the poem and picture it vividly. Thank you for sharing
Loved the poem, i actually like the similar ending sound on each line. Its a personal choice i guess.
Although i would have wrote it slightly differently,
Haunted by those, enticing eyes
Weird trippy thoughts arise
You hit me with a mystic dart
Filled my brain with psychedelic art
Mesmerized and ready for a new start
And then you got up, and you had to depart
And then all that was left apart
Was some migraine in my head
some poetry in my heart
This is sad, but really deep. I think this is great. For me, I just can't seem to get very deep into my poetry; mine is more like long lines of non-metaphorical lines. You Did great With this beautiful piece. It's very well thought.
Yubraj Thapa nice
use more concrete language, otherwise, you are telling instead of showing!
Great advice to not only poets but to all writers. Read....Read! Thanks for sharing and I love the bloops lol.
Haha...yes...I think this is what I need to start doing.
Can't hibernate forever.
+OnlineNamesAreStrange do it! :)
I can recommend 'When You Are Gone' by Alfred Austin 1835 - 1913.
He is in my opinion a vastly underrated poet!
He was British Poet Laureate from 1896 till his death in 1913 ( The British Laureateship used to be for life but New Labour changed the post to 10 years after the death of Ted Hughes in 1998. )
With Best Wishes!
Cheers - Mike.
OnlineNamesAreStrange yeah i feel you
I get lost in that moment~
Whenever i think about your eyes,
That captured my breath not only my soul,
Your fingers entwined with mine,
And strong gushing wind playing with my tresses,
It always reminds me of you..
I get lost in that momnt~
When my heart for a second playfully stops,
Just to hear your heartbeat,
Then the whole world stops rotating and comes to a pause,
When i see you smiling and breaking at the same moment,
Lukin at the ground as if you wish 'we' could stop the time..
I get lost in that moment~
When u pull my hand and dance with me under the azure sky,
Caressin my face and holding me firmly in your arms,
Tellin me that though its tough
but we will never give up..
I get lost in that moment~
Whenever i find you, wherever and whenever i find you,
All with me, just for me,
Together and forever
Jackson, you're absolutely right. Poets read poetry. Just like Stephen King reads something like 3 to 5 novels a week, and he insists that all good writers are good readers first. My reccomended reading list: Shakespeare, John Donne, John Milton, William Blake, Edmund Spenser, Walt Whitman, T.S. Eliot, Pound, William Carlos Williams, Robert Creeley, Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, Emily Dickenson, the entire Lowell family, Billy Collins, Hart Crane, Wilfred Owen, Gary Soto, Sylvia Plath, Rae Armantrout, Wallace Stevens, Charles Bukowski, Rita Dove, Jorie Graham, Robert Hass, Anne Sexton, Maya Angelou, Philip Levine, John Berryman, Ted Berrigan, Anselm Berrigan... there are many more, but these names will keep you busy for awhile.
Freezing weather, the cold winds blow.
A little wolf, walking in the snow.
He realizes no one is with him,
He knows that he is alone.
He is now lonely.
He is cold.
He feels
His strength fading,
And falls in the snow.
There is no one to care,
He will probably die.
But if he stands up.
If he fights,
if he tries,
He might
Be able
to survive.
So he tries,
And he hunts.
And he howls
At the moon.
“Maybe lonely
Is not that bad.”
The wolf thinks.
And then he hears
Something.
not a rabbit. not
Another wolf.
It was a bird.
Snow started to melt.
Flowers started to bloom.
The wolf was now happy.
He felt free and alive.
He made it to spring.
He learned
To survive.
I am in 6th grade.
Nobody ever dared to read poems people write on the comment section. PERIOD
I've written 1,360 poems for children - teenagers - adults of all ages. Google: JOSIE'S POEMS
'Do not go gentle into that good night' is one of my favourites✨
I recommend ‘My November Guest’ by Robert Frost, and ‘A Vision of the Garden’ by James Merrill ✨
Among my favourite poets are Thomas Shadwell, Colley Cibber, Nicholas Rowe, William McGonagall and Alfred Austin.
“I’m fine”. That’s what we all say. But how can we all be okay. How can everyone feel the same way? Don’t we just all lie. “Maybe we’re just trying not to cry”.
decisions of silence.
my father screaming at me
then, out of nowhere
silence
do I speak?
stay silent?
I'm at a loss
my mind races
within a spit second
I decide
I made the wring choice
i get yelled at
"why did you speak"
there is no right answer
just tears
of fear.
- Dave Singh
please don't be to harsh in the comments, I did have to go through this in my childhood and it was really horrible. But I am open to feedback!
Dave Singh Wow, a lot of emotion -the fear and confusion of a child -came through your short poem there. I love your use of space -it adds to the tension and suspense.
PS: I hope you’ve found healing now. Only one way forward and it’s not easy: forgive.
This is really good!
Btw I think you might have made a typo at “I made the wring choice”
The simple way people speak,
Is so full of corruption,
Even the way people give out a sheet,
Is so terrible these days,
Not everyone is corrupted,
Nor might they be arrogant in their ways.
But these people,
Let others corruption become theirs,
No matter how good a prequel,
It all goes wrong,
So don't let that happen and stay strong.
The simple words "I give up"
Can cause the most corruption.
If we dont stand strong and smart,
The world will go up in flames,
Or flood in tears bigger than domains,
Or even, shatter up into a million pieces,
Just like my heart and soul
-the corruption of Earth, by me.
One obstacle I will never overcome.
I wonder what It feels like to die,
Not that I want too or have thoughts of suicide.
But why would you feel the need to beg for life?
And if it got to that point when someone tries, Awakening you and taking it, how would someone succeed in faking it? LIES.
"OH WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE."
People out there with so much regret they try retracing it, retracing steps. Wanting to make up for life after death. Is that why most are afraid of death? Because of guilt? Asking for a friend,
Definitely not myself.
Because you know why im afraid of death?
Falling in love with life itself.
I don't know if you are still making videos. I like them and learn things. I learn what poets think, how they think. I know what I think. Can I put it in a poem? A bit of light verse.? If you are around come back.
HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM
my voice cracks
a tear rips and falls from my soul out into the river
and it is one single instant of unbelievable longing
absolute space crammed with infinite emptiness
of being near
and fading away
“I am married to you”
my tongue fights inside my mouth to sing these ancient words
clues to strings
timpani
wheels
and endless dreaming
and whirling stars
and think that about me
say what you always dreamed
say what you always dreamed
watch my body shake
my eyes drain
spit out
this poem was never intended
your voice is weak
your world is rushing by
and your dreams are few
far less strong than mine
then wait
lisp
vague
a full poem
never knowing how it unfolds
try
that is what you do
(c) Seten Tomh, 2022
Perfect advice, I agree completely.
Thanks mackjay2, I appreciate the comment. Especially since you agree.
I think we are two of the wisest men on the Internet.
+Poetry Show :) certainly true since I just discovered you are into photography as well...you're a bit ahead of me and I'm enjoying your tutorials about that... keep 'em all coming Jackson....
@@poesho I call this freedom! I was in prison at the time and wrote it off the single sound of a nearby trains whistle! It took me about 30 mins to write!
As I sit here and listen
Pulling words from thin air
Looking towards the horizon
Wishing I could be there
On the train that's arriving
Take me from hells hole
To a place that is thriving
A place with more hope
A place you call freedom
As a train makes a sound
The blaring whistle blowing
For all those around
Its time to get going
Lets get out of town
Without even knowing
Where ever it may be
It's better to cope
In a place they call free
Its better than here
In a place that's a prison
You can't have any fear
You must have a vision
Keeping your mind clear
Being keen to listen
And sow a new seed
Take with you soap
On the day you are freed
Make sure I stay clean
And on top of my game
Sometimes I may scream
Or dance in the reign
Though reality or dream
Both can be the same
How happy I will be
Off the slippery slope
When I'm finally free
Now the train is leaving
All aboard has been said
No more time for grieving
It's time to move ahead
With friends I can believe in
And none more to dread
So smile when I greet them
Cutting through the rope
Inside me, I found a new freedom!
@@patientlywaiting4mykingsou49 Your writing came from a real place and I felt it. I love this piece!❤️
In that boat we hope waters deliver
Our bruied bodies to pastures perfect and new
she expects nothing but anguish and pain
I am hopeful but I bare the burden of proof
She abandoned her faith in the river
Apathetic to rocks and on waves which we move
My desire, her despair
Will both meet their maker soon
Waking up to cold sweats and a shiver
From a dream I was in a canoe
Fiercely debating navigation
As if either position held truth
I examine my face in the mirror
Seems these days I am burning through youth
A seed was planted deep within
And now I am wearing the fruit
These days I just prey for my liver
Grey of skin and yellow of tooth
With each passing moment I'm progressively aware
That I should be discerning a route
In the presence of prospects I quiver
At the thought of unearthing my roots
Im bound to stay but my mind is away
Like a tree that is yearning to move
The Sky
You lighten up my day
When my mood is feeling gray
When I'm ripe with furry
I know there is no hurry
For you will be there to wash away my fears in a blurry
My body aches with pain and sorrow
With you, your love i borrow
Even in life i feel so hollow.
Than you come along
Like a hit new song and make me feel like I belong
Before i can blink i am here
And than you make things oh so clear.
Without you i would be lost
My heart stuck in a constant Holocaust
Tearing and ripping my emotions away
Just to say that I'm ok.
But at the end it doesnt matter
Because chaos is a latter.
You start from the bottom to get where you are
Just to see your dreams are too far
Alas you are to far away for me too say
I would've tried either way
loll ment fury not furry
The windows have been boarded up
The doors nailed shut
The roof is sunken
And the cobblestone is wearing away
Nothings meant to last forever
The gardens overgrown
The fountain, cracked
The gate is off kilter
And the mailbox is missing
Everything is just a memory
Home
How much I love you how can I define?
I remember when I saw you first time
You were shining and sparkling like a new dime.
Your smile made forgot my heart rhyme.
You know, you killed on the spot, but that's only first time.
Tell me how could I punish you?, cause it was victimless crime.
Before you, my life was dark night, and you came like new shine.
You were not simple you were very prime.
I had hangover like I drunk old French wine.
review plz it's not complete yet.
Wow dude! your writing is so fine
My favorite phrase was 'victimless crime'
And since you asked for feedback, I'll give you mine
Just some minor word align, minor redesign
Try replacing the 'Before you...' line
And maybe end like 'you gave me hangover, like old French wine'
PS: i loved how total sentences added up to nine
Please focus less on the rhyming and more on completing the thoughts and expressing the feelings, because that's what connect's people to your poetry, rhyming attracts only when the meaning is clear! So either be very good in rhyming with meaning or try free style.
Okay so if you’re looking to buy a book or two for reading , I’ve been wanting to read more but I don’t know where to start
to many hours not sure of seconds or minutes gone for sure but born again on my own ordinary journey I think when wind win extraordinary pace breezing thoroughly throughout this place
Margareth Atwood poems really opened my mind
Hoping to be the best
Daydreaming today getting real tomorrow
But fear kept her from moving
Critics are more scarier than death
Can't understand her thoughts
She might just be too complicated
Totally relate! Great piece by the way!
We have been taught to hate our enemy what if we give love in place of hate.
Maximum what will happen they may not love us back at least they will stop hating us.
There's a song in my heart my mind refuses to process my hand refuses to write.
All this confusion because the song has no words only a little bit of silence.
#TechStellar
I want to become a poet. I am searching for publishers to publish my poems. One of my poems is here. Tell me what do you think about it.
My Psyche
I have one body, diverse personalities
I oughta take a lateral in a contention
But never have I done that without taking on two eyes at piecemeal
I chew all conjectures prior to my call
I have one brain, diverse minds
I should envision one idea solely
But never have I done that free and easy
My mind drifts like a Falcon in the air
I have one faith, diverse beliefs
I should ensue one dogma wholly
But never have I done that illiberally
I contemplate all doctrines equally
I have one truth, diverse perspectives
The creation is fragmented by mortals creed
But never have I done that recklessly
I honour the notions of all
I have one heart, diverse souls
I should pray to God for heaven routine
But never have I done that hands-down
I question the devil, I question the creator
-Somkhang Pansa
(I am not an atheist, I am not a blind believer)
This helped me thank you so much
0:28 this is when the videos starts. It is in the description, but now it is easier to get there.
Stumbled on this page....good advice...lol...especially the ones at the end 😂😁
Thanks 👍
CAn you give me list of poetry books that I can read
Can I️ buy you billions of roses I️ wanna watch you bloom in spring like a rain Forest Tell you how cold a deep freezer can be without you That soul that sparkle just like the sunshine How unforgettable can that sight be The love that roses share is deep in red
Thoughts
Thank you so much. great advice.
Ramarkable is My character !
I presume it is the cause of getting in hot water
Brain is My coach and I m The Player
Why I m not Aid beggar?
Why am I Ignorance Chooser ?
Why do I freeze Feelings Under The Pressure ?
Why I don t wanna surrender ?
Why Do I abuse anger and Extract Power ?
Just BeCause simply , I am Bipolar
Catch me out , Catch me Up ,
Lay me Down , Put me Down
I don t care because :
Self-Love Is The Cure for The Let-Down
Why Am I Intellectuel ?
Why An Array is reporting me its disapproval?
Should I Prepare Revenge Fuel ?
Or i calm down and Smile as I am Cheerful?
Therefore , With Pets i had better be Kindful
And For My Life Goal down i won t fall
Yes , I know , it s getting Awful
Success Wants Me to Be Rude toward Any Trouble
Yes! The Ideal way To Upgrade My Experience's Level
Catch me out , Catch me up,
Lay me Down , Put me Down
I don t Care Because :
Self-Love Is The Cure for The Let-Down
"She has a grin like happiness,
spreads like disease.
Catch it once,
it will never leave.
Her heart beats,
yet her soul is dead.
Prevention is better
...than regret.
Forget her today,
she rebounds tomorrow.
Sprinting through,
your bedroom window.
She is a drunken lass, fancies a bottle of wine.
Sitting by the berth, and biding my time.
She pulls out a guitar,
and performs a number.
You fall back into, your golden slumber"
Reviews please. Btw im only fourteen and im a beginner
Lazer Ninja i like this poem!👏👏
Wow, amazing for a 14 year old! I hope you develop your skill further.
I love Maya Angelou's Phenomenal Woman
Where Can I find poetry to read? Should I read all of Walt Whitman’s, Song of Myself?
By read do you also mean to decrypt the message?
FORGET NOT TO LIT THE LIGHT
when dark shadows casts over the mist of blues,
forget not to lit the light that's in you.
grab the risk to get the light; if necessary
carry the logs to fire,from dusk to dawn.
for the fate of your life, if the the sun shines on you
pose in front of it, as its rays will make your way ahead.
dress up the wounds you beared while you lit up light,
soon it makes to feel the presence, of the skin...
that recovered that wound for rest of the life.
again you may face many dark and dreary nights,
the light may not lit when you flash your days awhile.
as the wheels of a cycle moves up and down,
same the way our life catches...for the path wherever we go.
follow me on insta- instagram.com/casinoroyale341/
thanks for the advice :)
I am UniQue
I am Iconic
Facing the pain Like An Ironic
Scratching Scars On My Pavement which Seem Cryptic
I am mY own criticisms's critic
See ? No Necessity To Panic
Because For The success ,
I will be Pedantic
"Los amantes" - Julio Cortázar
Sad Eyes
The way you can’t
Look me in the eye
They seem so sad !
They make you cry
How could they do so
No idea why
Take of my glasses
The feeling magnifies
You turn away
Look at the sky!
You glance around
Look a butterfly!
But i'm distracted
By beautiful brown eyes
You look at me
Its my attentions demise
In your eyes
Are lullabies
So sorry sunshine
I apologize
But every second I look away
Is a second so despised
Turned from you
Because of my sad eyes
Does the Golden rule apply on foreign-language poetry, too?
I have more than 100 poems until know in my writings.I dont care about the perfect poem.I care about my feelings..
He just replaces every vowel with „a“
I am an achieved poet. Here is one of my poems to appear soon in sprint magazine.
Years After I Have Buried You
I tasted leaves
the season of aged skin
Below me was the ground
gray in pieces
At George Akens
I saw us sittin
in a dull orange booth
sippin long cool drinks
and eatin chicken
down to the bone
and talkin about the springs
when we went fishin
in the close past
we could only partly see
us and the thing
we were to leave with
in our dusty boxes
I clung to the memory
as we have a parent
when we were young
and afraid to let go
and be brave
Around me were people
blurred as ghosts
those at your grave
I saw through the rain
Very helpful
my heart and mind is in a gust of confusion
im scared to say any more time wasted will lose me
i keep creating silence instead of using my voice
why do i keep trying?
just to fill an empty void inside me
lmaoo one of my old old poetry
Do you have any poetry books you would recommend?
+Jacob Drumm yes, but it's not an easy question to answer. I'll make a video about it next week :)
Jacob Drumm Her Book by Shapcott and Spacecraft Voyager 1 by Oswald.
Why those bloops........they were damn bad.......i was transfered to the stage of imense consternation man
4:03 you scared me :(
So funny story,I first considered writing poetry because of doki doki literature club,lol.
i am a better poet than assi
but shes trying and is almost as good as me
keep trying and you might get there, if you need tips feel free to ask me
is it okay if you check out my first poem ever posted on youtube? i'm a beginner and I'm improving but i want more honest criticism
I can share your poetries on my page @smokeashess on instagram