Pen sharp, ready for art Dancing in the ink of my heart Throw me, I’m your dart Turn me into the next visual Mozart Platter and splatter Feeling like the mad hatter You look at me like I’m playing with dark matter Trusting you to take the lead, through my emotional cadaver With you by my side, I know I’ll be free Help me conquer every fear that conquered me
@@gia6978 Thank you for your kind and encouraging words! I will keep it up. I just love writing in general so I couldn't stop even if I wanted too, for better or worse. Again thanks!
posting a poem for the first time I like your shoes. I'd love to know The way you choose Where to go, Who to follow And who you trust. Wanna adjust My thoughts, my life And not to fight. Do shit for fun And drive all night. Tell you I'm fine. Ur hard to find. I like your hair. The way you speak. And what you wear. Tell you I care For me it's rare. And what I need Just you to read my thoughts, indeed. You won't forget The night met. This means a lot. And I'm about To start a life Without lie.
if a poem was written using contractions as "Wanna Gotta Gonna" immediately i stop reading that trash, and it could be worse if there are words as "shit"... a complete mess
Oh my goodness! I know what you mean about saying something that doesn’t mean anything but it gets something across. Sometimes, I sit there and think “what am I even saying? I don’t know, but it feels right.”
@@emmagreenily Me and you 07/10/20 We laid back on the tree & we Was eating fresh strawberries On a sunny Sunday afternoon. I really love poetry and maybe you'll give me some tips+ inspiration
This whole video and comments section just has a really chill and peaceful vibe, it’s so nice, especially since I’m in an oversized sweater, leggings, and sipping peppermint tea. It’s so nice and chill ;) p.s. I love your editing, it’s simplistic but nice
I used to love writing stories when I was younger but stopped for years (I’m 15 now.) I’ve been wanting to get back into it but it’s hard and I don’t feel creative anymore. However, I wrote my first poem a couple month ago and I thought it was pretty nice to do and especially since it’s something you can genuinely connect to with real life. I’m literally the only person in my English class that loves doing poetry and is my favourite lesson, along side history. This has inspired me to get into poetry :)))💓✨
Storms He was like a storm. He came into my life quickly. He brought endless rain and terrorizing winds, Making everything seem sickly. But like a storm, It was calming at the same time, To know that in the end, Everything will be left sublime. And like a storm, He changed into a hurricane. Unexpectedly he went out of control, Bringing with him lots of sorrow and pain. But I liked the storm. He reminded me of myself, With his troubles and rain. And like a storm, he broke my walls for himself. I realized that the storm wasn’t good for me. So I asked it to go away And to take it’s harsh winds with it. And when he did I realized I wanted it to stay. But then I saw the storm’s terror all around. I realized the storm was never good, I was just too blinded by the beautiful rain To see the damage did more than it should
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(Not the best but I like love poems) His smile glows as I hold him close The melody of my heart bursts into a symphony. He calls me his I call him mine. I say I love him He says he loves me. He wraps me in his embrace Tranquil in the moment. Sweet silence and peace As we say goodnight to the stars. A song of a songbird The rhythm of our hearts. The sweet serenade of love As we keep each other whole.
I have written a lot of poetry in high school and in my first year of university but stopped for no reason. But now you have inspired me to continue. Your poem was so beautiful, I could listen to you reading poems as a relaxing activity every day. :D Also: Dead Poets' Society is the best movie ever. ♥️
Trigger warning ⚠️ •Mountain tops • Do you know that feeling? That impression like you could do anything, go anywhere, meet anybody, and talk to anyone. And the feeling of inhaling that bitter breeze while standing on the mountain tops. Observing the beautiful sight. Being more elevated then the treetops. Soaring over all the people who damaged you. And then that feeling of misery and sorrow you felt is all washed away once you felt the breeze against your clothed body once you drop down from the mountain tops. And you comprehend that all of your despair is departed from your mind as you clash with the ground below you. Every little thing is gone. No need to worry about the despair and the misery and the sorrow it’s all gone. The mountain tops are my favourite place. Where beloved things start and things end.
mine doesnt rhyme but i did it about hating your body in the mirror Glaring into the glass on the wall, reflecting in it is the figure, that fills you with despair Tugging, ripping, at the flesh that lies appon your bare bones, shattered shards of agony, collapsed, scattered, across the ground, too delicate to piece back together pricking your skin with in touch. vexation creeping towards into your body
I first started writing poetry when I was 15 in what I call small sparks of consciousness streaming through my soul, during my own relationship experiences. At first it started because of my pain that I gradually learned how to express through my own person experiences of life, which was translated and understood when I learned how to be honest with myself about how I see the world, and not allowing anyone else tell it for me. At first they were just notes, but I put it to the side and let it marinate. As I began to keep writing them and putting them to the side the relationship I had started making sense to me, and as I gradually matured by gradually being intellectually aware of life I started to make sense of the bigger picture of these poems and I ended up telling the future of where I was heading with these works. Now I published i first poem collection which has nothing to do with the original poetry that started it all, but I have another project I’m working on first before I truly start giving deep with the poetry I’m writing. The reason I say all this is because I too am a organic poet, and you even mentioning the term “organic” sparked this idea to comment all this in the comment section so thank you.
I write poetry too though I really haven't written anything new. You are right many of my poems are about my life experiences. When I go back and read them after many years...I find that they are very powerful, strong and inspiring. It is a gift to write, whether it is poems, phrases or quotes. Continue writing and explore your talent. Make your dreams come true, when you write a poem you will discover that even your own poems uplift you. I am just like you always keeping notes and writing things down. I am at my best when I am alone...words and thoughts all come at once and positivity starts to take over. Pursue your dreams shoot for the gift and use it.
she is only imagined, in films so sweet, never forgotten, as she passes on the street. he writes her a song, and he think of her as he sleeps, waiting to meet her in his dreams. she stands tall, and her heart beams, with poise yet without pride, it’s like she was created, by Austin or Bronte tied, she belongs in the louvre museum, she as beautiful as rome, and as enticing as greece. she reminds him of poems, written by keats, and yeats, she can bring the world peace. with the body of Monroe, and the face of Hepburn, she’s a goddess, and he knows. i want to be her, to make a man love me, like a Poet imagines love to be.
so glad you answered my question about what you personally gain from writing poetry 💓✨ it’s nice to know your feelings, and seeing how much you love poetry really is inspiring and makes me want to be more creative 💫
I actually just started writing more for myself because of you! I’m more of a visual artist, but there’s something about words that is just as therapeutic for me. As I said last time I’ve been literally watching all of your videos lately and you’re just so calming to listen to. 💜💜💜 Hope you’re having a great day!
I absolutely loved hearing about your process!! Love the poem you shared (and totally feel you on being nervous). Can't wait to read more of your poetry one day!
this is a lovely video, emma! I love hearing other writers' processes and how their writing happens. Writing is one of my favorite things to do, and I love hearing other people's passion for it as well. much love! xx
Since everyone else is sharing their poems I might as well share some of mine.: JUST A NAME It is so much more than just a name. It is love. Love poured onto my tongue. It is not just a name. It is desperation. Desperation to have you near. Not just a name. It’s a keening. The keening of the soul’s absence from you. Just a name. Just the air. The air I need to breathe. A name A call Allah!
i feel like poetry has always been something i’ve been interested in and it’s my form of venting. i like writing poetry in my notebooks but i also post it anonymously. i never felt like i could write poetry on the spot and its easier to do it went i’m feeling down or when i’m going through something. writing everything down makes it easier to cope with.
The train is passing, Whistling and passing And calling For a picture to conjure up On the mind's plane With the bogies tumbling, Slowing down At the halt To chug again and to gather speed To run it all past and left behind.
one a cold rainy day you can hear the wind talk to you on a cold rainy day on a cold rainy day you can feel the clouds that cry for freedom as they sail across the sky in late September you can snuggle with someone you love as you embrace warm memories of a summer that didn't last you long for sunlight as the day's grow shorter on a cold rainy day in late September September 2, 2006
I literally feel like i have the same process... i never knew i wrote poems but i was always lyrical with my words... and the first poem i wrote i was 14
you actually were the one who inspired me to start writing poetry 🌷 and i absolutely loved the poem you wrote, out of all of the poems i've read online and in books, yours is one of my faves
Dear Emma I love listening to you and really wish I could live near you I find it so amazing how you write! I did write a poem for my dad years ago but I never did again but I do love to journal 📓I would love to read one of your poems
Thanks for this vid Emma! I'm trying hard to improve my poetry tips and vids like this and changes like Adam Gary Poetry and Dimitri Reyes are really helping. Thanks for the inspiration! x
Yay! Happy to see this. I don't see many other youtubers talking about poetry writing and how they do it. I've been writing poetry for many years and always life gets in the way and shifts my priorities but im working on getting published and then making a book! Maybe a writing vlog would be fun? Anything else related to poetry i would enjoy as its really inspiring.
I started writing poetry as we were studying it at school at the beginning of this year, then a poem came into my mind. I wrote it down, really liked it, tried to write some more and now I’ve written 90 in less than a year and love doing it!
just bumped into your video. I am from China, and I write poetry in Chinese. I started writing poetry or what I considered to be poetry when I was 20. I feel like we have a lot in common in terms of how we write and think about poetry, and I want you to know. My English isn't all that good so I might not be able to articulate my feelings, but I think you can get it. 嘻嘻,好好写。
I've been writing poetry for a few months now. I'm finally getting to the point where I'd like to take it more seriously (which is how I ended up here). I was inspired to actually write poetry after reading the book "Nocturnal" by Wilder! Since then, most of my poems make me cringe and want to delete them from existence BUT there are some that I re-read every so often and think, "It's not the best, but I can't believe I actually wrote that." I'd like to get better at the editing aspect of writing poetry... And that's something I have no idea how to do...
TheWriteBrooke all I can say is...wow...you explained exactly what I have been feeling for awhile now. I got into writing poetry a few months ago and I like some of the things I look back on, but I really want to get better at it. I wish you the best!
Emma, this video REALLY helped me out. I'm a published independent brazilian writer and since I published my first book I've been in a "writing slump" (haha). I'm not able to write and I don't know why. Thank you soooooo much for the tips
Here I am ! Strong I come With my soul and my words Here I am ! With my blue dress And my white nail polish on You asked me about my favorite song I said it's your voice honey You was born from melody You told me that you came from nowhere Should I care ? You told me that there is no hope with you Should I stop ? Cinnamon in my teeth Bottle in my hand Pain killing my soul Should I stay ? Yes because I love you with every beat of my cocaine heart
I'm sitting here open mouthed after you read the poem. It is really beautiful, it made me think and really spoke to me! You are so talented, I am in awe!!
I feel my best poems are the ones that I am inspired to write. However, as a teaching assistant (elementary or primary school) I started writing poetry to help my pupils appreciate the different ways that a sound could be spelt and also for class projects. I write at any time of the day or night, depending on when inspiration takes me. I carry a small notebook in my bag to jot down any inspiration on the fly. Because I work supply as a TA, I work on poems that I started but that didn't reach fruition if I'm not in school. I find that it's far harder to record than to write poetry. I have published some of my recorded work on my RU-vid channel.
ive recently gotten into poetry and i was wondering what are some ways you could make your poem more smooth and readable? here is my most recent poems: blushing cheeks: My blushing cheeks are as red as a cherry A cherry ripe in the summer embarrassed and frankly uncomfortable freckles light and glowy Eyes bright sparking like a diamond that sparkle.. me yawning peacefully “ah you woke me up” and you looking out the window staring deep in the sky that's as pretty as a picture not a sound.. slowly falling back asleep listening to the peaceful silence silent like a forgotten melody.. and its gone Water fills your lungs But your as empty as a birds nest in october Unable to breathe Losing your senses.. Its gone I can't find euphoria my chest starting to burn... trapped with your thoughts As your life begins flash between your eyes you see a light..
So much of the way you write is similar to me. My poetry has always been emotion based. I think my best work comes from intense joy or love, or intense pain. On the rare occasion I can write about a nature scene or a flower, but those types of poems lack depth when I write them. I can’t write well unless I attach emotions to things. ... I also borrow a lot from lyrics. My current inspirer is Sami Yusuf. His lyrics are so Rumi-esque and lovely. :)
okay shit imma do it winter is finally here but you're not im trying to think but you're the only thought watching raindrops falling from the void and little by little, i can feel my heart getting destroyed sometimes you're an euphoric melody to my soul and body but sometimes you make me feel like a nobody i know you dont mind and you're just having fun im such a fool but i hope i was your favorite one im coming back home and there is nowhere for me to go you're my only home but you're fading in slow IDK IT SOUNDS SO BAD
Also there can be, at least for organic writers situations where you do finish your poem in one draft, however it doesn’t happen often but sometimes other poems inspire you to create what I call “visionary masterpiece” which is a poem that has been mastered in one thought but those poems are more complex then the rest of the poems because they are inspired by multiple works, where as the original ones are inspired but not necessarily by multiple works, it can happen though but my own experiences are different personally.
I can write the bulk of the poem anywhere, since the writing process is a lot of alternate possible Iines that I just think of and later on I write them down if I can get to a paper within an hour or so.
The way I drown Sometimes I don't want to get better, sometimes I want to be down, because this life tastes so bitter, I get relieved by the numb way I drown Sometimes I want to get worse down and down and down, and it does seem to be a curse, I get relieved by the numb way I drown And sometimes smiles just don't feel right, no matter if they're real deep down, and none of those smiles they might, relieve me like the numb way I drown and sometimes the world gets too heavy, for my twisted mind to bear, and right then I want to stop breathing, not be here, not be anywhere Because every high has an end, and darling, I burn while I fall, into the sea I'm sent, I drown, oh I drown with it all And right now I don't want to get better, I really just want to go down, because to me, life tastes so bitter, and so sweet is the numb way I drown
I love your videos! It is so calming when you talk and I relate to you. I loved learning about your writing process because everyone’s is so unique and I love getting to know everyone’s quirks! Your poem was so beautiful! I’m also going to Taylor Swift Saturday!!! Maybe I’ll see you? May we both get Rep Room!
If you're describing the landscape, I suggest to write about the things you can see, for example, a field, you can see trees. From that point, describe it in detail, then put it in a poem format.
Lovely vlog.. I also write poetry and i have finished my first poetry book in Arabic.. I am thinking to translate it into English. it's sound good but my English isn't great.
The comment section is the most wholesome thing I've ever seen. Since everybody is posting their poem, I'm also here to share mine. Let me know what you think. Be harsh if you need to. Enjoy :)) *It Is Not Fire* The fire in me, derived from stones, will dance and sway, as them blow me away, will still be still for the paper and quill like a lampstand on the table on a needy dark night, will melt your fears as long as you're near, will swallow the waters 'til they turn crystal white The fire in me derived from stones will warp in your eyes all the bluish frosts into a midnight nothingness, will not be there when the moon disappears, can't forever hold the ashes and coals and the smoke flying to the atmosphere with nothing left but the woods too wet to consume; and the eddying air, my only scentless hearts' perfume When my eyes drift from the pitch black night, I put on my clothes on my dewy skin for my body is of flesh weaker than the strongest walls built on shoreline sands Just a little armor from the shame of the playful heat Just a little covering to survive the mist I turn from left to right and see the blots of reds on skins, the marshmallow leftovers of the party hours ago from my glitching memories Every move is a gap bridged on Every ache is a victory Long live the pain that comes from the bites of the fire's apostasy You see, It is not fire that burns us nor that keeps us alive It is everything that we desire to touch more than too much than nothing - theptwelve December 2019
I'm journaling and writing and my mum says I write like a poet but I never know where to start. I don't know if you have to follow the different rules for different types of poems or just dive in and write whatever you want in whatever way you want?
i want to hop in this and make a videos like this as well! i think writing a poem doesn’t work with sitting down and be like ‘Oh i need to write a poem today and I’m going to sit here until I have ideas’ it does happens once in awhile but it’s kind of something that comes naturally 😬💓
I loved what u said about strangers being inspiring! also thank you for sharing your poem. sorry I didn't ask in ur story but do u follow a style of rhyme scheme? I just find it hard to remember them when I'm making a poem...
I buy your idea of editing and not making haste to post a poem.Poets must think of minimizing words,better expressing ideas and seeking unmistakable images.Thank you a very useful material.
I know this video's old but I watched this whole thing like "who does she remind me of. WHO IS IT" and basically you remind me of Molly Mahoney from Mr. Magorium's Wonder Imporium. Soft and pretty and you have really similar voices as well for some reason.
So yeah I made a poem and it's kinda long but I was wondering if anyone has any tips. Sometimes I kind of struggle with relating what I write to real events in my life cause I am 16 and (luckily) nothing much ever happened to me yet. Also, I'd love to put this to music, but it seems kinda impossible. The One Temptation over destination, Barely brings but desolation. So I’ll climb, I’ll find, I’ll leave myself behind. I know it’s of no use, But I can’t control the temptation. Now I am on a journey, Without a destination. You only learn you’re lost, When you find. You only discover you’re down, When you climb. So why might I miss you? And how do I know, If I never met you, That I need you so? For the one I’ve never met, Is the one I’ll never kiss. And the one I’ll never get, Is the only one I’ll ever miss. I’ve grown to be alone, It’s all I have ever known. So I will die or fly, Please don’t make me try. A committed quest for company, How my heartache has grown. I am on a journey, And I’m travelling alone. You can only tell you’re immortal, When you die. You can only know you’re bound, When you fly. But there’s this dark in my life, By the name of you. That I can’t survive, Or ever get through. For the one I’ve never met, Is the one I’ll never kiss. And the one I’ll never get, Is the only one I’ll ever miss. I’m stuck on some route, And my time’s running out. Cause when it’s winter all will fall, Not even I shall stand tall. Will anyone ever interfere, Or marry me on my route? Whilst time ticks tirelessly, My fire is dying out. Cause the fall of summer, Starts such a summer for fall. Yet after all, the winter of fall, Leads the winter to take it all. I am looking for a partner, But I can only gain a guest. And as of my departure, I’ve missed the one I’ve never met. For the one I’ve never met, Is the one I’ll never kiss. And the one I’ll never get, Is the only one I’ll ever miss. Am I looking for a partner, Or am I my own guest? Have I been, as of my departure, The only one I’ve never met? For the one I’ve never met, Is the only one I’ll ever wish. And the one I’ll never get, Is the only one I’ll ever miss. Was I looking for a partner, Or was I my own guest? Was I, as of my departure, The only one I never met? For the one I never met, Is the only one I ever wished. And the one I never got, Is the only one I ever missed. I was the one I never met. I was the one I always wished. I was the one I never got. I was the one I always missed.
Said she, I love you, I love you Which but heard I it not, Went ahead, Heeded it not, Felt it not, Though wanted I But still do sometimes Hear I, I love you, Love you Having lost my all, A voice intercepting me On the ways of life When going unawares To know,. Know, How are you, How are.. Who will be happy With whom How to say it? Is life a lesson in adjustment, How to adjust with it all, Why do we commit mistakes To it back on?
Under the moonlit nights When the jasmines keep fragrancing I take to poetry, Writing poems With the heart held in trust and bonding With all sympathy Writing the poetry of love, Infatuation with And suppose you Rajanigandha is a slim girl Fairly tall for her age And meeting me With a pack of jasmine sticks To give to me.
this has make me realise that i kinda write poems too?? I just never thought of them as that? (totally relate to having LOADS of poem like things in my notes app haha)
Drowning I’m under water I wish I could float Float up to the surface But there’s no purpose My eyes are closed shut, Im under water and I can’t get up