How to start writing poetry Tips for beginning poets 

This is my first poem so please don't judge but give constructive criticism An Apartment of closed door's A run up stairs to only stop A door, a knock, a slam The Lonely child goes to her room The Door slams a tear drops A Loop of never ending loneliness

Just write from the heart. This is coming from a poet. Put all of your emotion into your writing. Don't think about it, just write

This is the first poem I’ve ever written so it might not be that good Five little flowers Five little flowers wrapped in a bouquet, they smell of white roses, the elegant mist fusing with the air. It became a new day and the petals are wilting. All except one. The week ends and the sun starts to rise, the flowers are dead and their beauty is no more, but one is still left flourishing with grace One little flower without its bouquet. Please comment your opinion, I’d love to hear it

i just wrote one, pls give suggestions on how to go with the flow but stick to the main idea Amy step on a dynamic set Vivacious, to persist with the story At long last the lady met What it meant to be the glory Not quite fulfilled, yet she questioned in worry "why am i upset? as for the end to a story?" "Was it the conclusion Or was it the journey? The one which gave me the actual ME"

Hope you'll like it too... Why...why why why Sky always sky ? She never flies She always tries It's all about her... it's all about her She's not better she thinks She's not aware how truly great she is She doesn't know that she's a gem.. among the best things. She doesn't need any wings It's all about her... it's all about her Let her fly, let her touch the sky Let her stand in rain, she's not an insane You think she's always happy, she never gets sad Don't let her think that she's mad So...why why why Sky always sky She never flies She always tries It's all about her... it's all about her She thinks so deep...purely She laughs heartily, you can't ignore She's like this She doesn't cry She's like this She's a dreamer, with wild imagination That takes her to places other can only imagine. She's also like you, with frustration She's a dreamer , she's a challenger She is independent, she's challenging the peak That's what makes her unique She's like this...she's like this And love her for it So what can you say about her who always tries? So what can you say about her who never cries? It's all about her. . It's all about her Sky always sky... the limits of her dreams A canvas is painted with infinite possibilities it seems She never flies She always tries It's all about her.. it's all about her It's all about her. .. it's all about her She makes everyone laugh , It's not the whole story, just a part When they laugh because of her.. she thinks she has won them Smile on someone's face is her World It's all about her. .. it's all about her It's all about her. .. it's all about her She has so many dreams She wants to fly it seems No one understands her . She is always happy they think She's so funny they think She has her own story With the most beautiful glory You'll never understand it It's all about her. .. it's all about her It's all about her. .. it's all about her So why why why Sky always sky ? It's all about her. .

Love is the sunset over the ocean, A fiery blaze of orange and red, A symphony of colors and emotions, That fills the heart with wonder and dread. Love is the first snowfall of the winter, A blanket of white that covers the land, A purity that's both soft and splinter, That makes the heart expand. Love is the warmth of a summer's day, The sun on your face, the wind in your hair, A feeling that never fades away, A love that's always there. Love is the taste of a ripe strawberry, Juicy and sweet, a burst of flavor, A sensation that's impossible to bury, A love that's forever a savior. Love is the sound of a baby's laughter, Innocent and pure, a joy to behold, A love that's forever after, A story that's yet to be told. Love is the embrace of a loved one, A feeling of safety and belonging, A love that's forever begun, A love that's forever sing. Love is the most beautiful thing, A journey of the heart and soul, A love that's worth everything, A love that makes you whole.

I love how the poet wrote Pretty Ugly because I feel like I have on and off days with this. The poem just describes the mental turmoil that I tend to find myself in.

My first poem, you inspired me - criticism is welcome

This is my first poem Hope is a light that never fades. A guiding star on darkened days It gives us strength to carry on, when everything else seems gone It fills one soul with boundless grace And shine upon every face. A beacon to the heart & mind. It lifts us up when we are down, And fills our hearts with pure delight, It whispers in the darkest night A flame that never dies the light that shines within our eyes A symbol of our deepest dream, the spark that sets our hearts ablaze. And fills our souls with endless grace. So when you're feeling lost and Blue hold on tight to hope And let it guide you to the end.

theme: Morning One's house lightened after the gloom vanished Flowers and lakes glistened under the ray While house to house there's breakfast simply dished Birds awoke to seek for food, as they say My first poem, please give some remarks!!!

This is my first poem. It may be long, but I felt it was right. Please feel free to give constructive criticism. ||is it just me|| Is it just me? As I walk down my road of misery and terror I always think, "could I have done that better?" All through my life of anxiety and dispare Was I never good enough for them there? Is it just me? Or do you feel this way too As if when you walk you have to just stare at your shoes. Never making contact as you think all the eyes are on you. But it's just the spotlight effect messing with you Or is it just me? Having this thought of whether your liked or not. Its crazy i know but why not, Why not feel the knot growing and growing within your heart. Aching for love and aching for joy? Aching for fun and aching for the happiness. Is it just me or is it you too?

I've written a poem or a song I don't know Let me know how's it. ..I'm a beginner Thinking about the day, I fed up Yes it's dark, But I'm confused, What would be my next step? Coz I don't know what to do Coz I don't know how to do In My mysterious thoughts. There exists some hopes But,There was nothing wrong There was no fault, There was none Just... My mind and me My mind and me We were stuck all the night I'm stuck all the night My mind and me, my mind and me We were stuck all the night In my imagination There's some unbelievable creations There live so many dreams A canvas is painted with infinite possibilities it seems Inside me, there's a wish May I see the future Stucking between dark and light It is a torture Inside me there's a wish to hear something from God To chose what's right? In the tension of light I'm wasting my dark My useless thoughts exhausted me For we both want to be free But,There was nothing wrong There was no fault, There was none Just... My mind and me My mind and me We were stuck all the night I'm stuck all the night I'm confused, I have no other way What would happen in light? How would be my day? God says nothing For his response I'm waiting In the thirst of day I'm missing my dark But,There was nothing wrong There was no fault, There was none Just... My mind and me, My mind and me We were stuck all the night I'm stuck all the night And we stuck all the night In between us it is a fight To know between us who's right? I'm convincing my mind My mind is convincing me For, we both want to be free There are no limits , I agreed We both agreed Once we'll accept them We'll go beyond them I agreed, we both agreed So we decided to enjoy the dark In that dark we can see a spark A spark of light Which will make our light bright For this, we fight To know who's right? My mind Or me? For we both want to be free A gleam in the dark we can see My mind and me My mind and me We were stuck In between... Also share your views on my poem with me... What u think about it

First poem don’t judge to hard but give constructive criticism The After thought As I sit in the back of the room I wait for a stare a glance a “hey come join us” yet I stayed singled out the afterthought

I know I’m late,but this is something I wrote after a heartbreak…Here it goes * Pain * He was aching, always in agony Sipping coffee in his balcony He knew the feeling, rare but there Looking at her, playing with her hair Yes it was weird, surprisingly pure And yet he was distant, forever insecure The euphonious voice, melting his heart But it was frail, already scarred He was deceived, but that’s ancient history Why’d she do that, a hurtful mystery So he swore, to not fall ever again But this was something, other than pain There she was, knocking at his door He just ran, overthinking and insecure Was he worthy of her love? I guess we will never know Please let me know if I could make any changes here

I’m a rapper. I suck at freestyling so I got the crazy idea to look to poetry for advice to improve. I’ve realised this is it’s own rabbit hole. I will jump in it now.

Woahh, she's soooo dreamily enchanting, beautiful. Am I the only one who'd to rewind the entire video to actually listen what she was saying?

I am a german rapper, who needs some input on poetry yikes

Bathroom Poetry::::: Here i sit, So devastated. Came here to shit, Only Farted.

this is what i wrote for my class lol, its pretty bad but i loved writing it Like No Other Parting the way of the vast greenery-- clouds stretch across the sky of tenderness and fondness we cry is a small pathway of which you and me are very fond of and love so dearly. The sun reaches its rays, not at all shy Dewy honey-colored flowers grow high Coloring this imlerian of beauty. A gentle tone from one to another-- Such vibrant hues, varying greens and blues Moments of loud glee, filled with many "oo's" Rolling hills filled with jubilant laughter. We would come back here if we could so choose; A day spent in this world like no other.

i've never written poetry before but i had to for school this is what i wrote- criticism, feedback and interpretations very much welcome No one: Alone, a young girl alone. In the abyss of her mind,she sits in silence. No one hears or sees her pain, She breaks like glass. Her mind scatters, her heart shattered ,her dreams crushed. She's no one. No one sees her struggles. They merely chuckle when she speaks. Door shut, tears stream down her face. She’s weak, so very weak. Life is completely bleak, Like the blank ceiling she stares at; when she can’t sleep. How to change how to change. This place is so foreign, so strange. A smile on her face, no longer a tear. Her Hearts not in shambles, like it was for years. Happy is the strange place she now resides. How long will it be? Till the next time she cries.

I wrote this in a dream, usually anytime or read or write anything in a dream its totally nonsensical but this stuck Grip, rise, slip, move Move, slip, rise, grip Grip, grip, grip Or else let go to fall or fly Makes me think of icebergs.

I’m not the type of person who opens up to people, I want to write poem to express my thoughts and feeling

That poem was beautiful I learned a lot about myself from they short reading

An introvert... with a RU-vid channel? Now that´s a good subject for a poem.

I don't know if it sounds like a poem.. it's my first time please don't judge 😭.... So many colours But he was the brightest So many flowers But he was the prettiest Why did she leave him then? She replied... Because he was precious He was the prettiest among all the flowers Sadly she was among the flowers

I’m not much of an introvert, but I do enjoy all of your writing tips. I enjoy your channel and try to keep up with all of your new content. Nice haircut BTW

Umm... I've no experience. This is my first ever poem and I'll learn from now on. So...here it goes(I hope it's good) Who is the real me? Is it the happy and cheerful me Or is it the sad and depressed me? Maybe, I'm the real me when I'm alone. The real me is maybe the one who sobs alone, And the one who cries because she cares. I know this really doesn't look like a poem but well I gotta start else I can never learn

Sunset, moonrise Starlit world arrives Birds sleep, rats thrive But the owl Makes the night Alright

This is my first ever poem its decent for a starter¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯: Listen to me dear. There is nothing to fear Go train your mind to make a gear. For all the sadness you can hear. These words will soon be scratched. So able your mind to attach. Whom is real to tell me im fake. And in fakeness he made a lake. I surpassed and forgived him. Surpassed him like a piece of cake. Train and be strong. So in live you can move along. Unbeatable that was made from scratch. Thus no one can ever match. If you try to drop a tear. Remember death is always near."

To write a poem A poet's problem Is, in writing Problems not sure what this means, tell me what you think.

The difference between verse and prose is that the latter is intended to catch the reader's thinking function while the former tries capturing the feeling and/or perception processes. Around 75% of readers prefer to buy a novel, an essay, a book of short stories, a manuscript, or any other kind of prosaic literature because it's quite easy to understand the text rather than reading a poem in which metaphors, rhymes, and rhythms are present constantly. To read a poem requires that our feeling and perception functions be activated, for we can "sense " what the poem's author means.

I'm not an introvert👁👄👁 Anyway this is my first poem so pls don't judge❤ A toast to the dreamers A toast to the dreamers, who spend their time in their head A toast to the dreamers, who read to escape reality Dreamers, who write to heal their hearts Dreamers, who can't seem to relate to real people Dreamers, who live in a fantasy world Dreamers, who fall in love with fictional characters A toast to us,The Dreamers

Ahem I'm not really good but I wrote a poem for the love of my life. I did take inspiration from Pinterest, but it is my work. Judge all you want, I want harsh criticism: In the pouring rain, we dance together, The world around us fades away like a feather. The rhythm of the raindrops on our skin, Is the music that moves us from within. Our bodies sway, as we move to the beat, Our hearts are full, and our souls complete. We hold each other close, as we spin and turn, Our love for each other continues to burn. As we dance, the raindrops keep falling, Our love for each other keeps on calling. We are lost in the moment, lost in the rain, As we dance and kiss again and again. The rain keeps pouring, as we hold each other tight, We know that we're meant to be together tonight. We kiss under the rain, and our love starts to grow, Our hearts are full, and our passion starts to flow. So let us dance and kiss in the rain, And let our love wash away all the pain. For in this moment, we are one, Dancing and kissing under the pouring sun.

Lost in the darkness, i see nothing behind me or in-front of me I walk for miles but still nothing to be found, I cry out for help, but no one hears no matter how loud my cry gets, I scream and scream, I scream till my throat Is dry like sandpaper, and every swallow like running a 20 mile marathon , I scream till my voice is sore, and any faint sound I can seem to muffle out is carried away by the wind. After a while I stay quiet realizing it’s just me. I fall in a steep whole, but no one’s there to help, I desperately cling to the walk trying to pull my self up to no avail as time goes on I feel the whole getting deeper, and after a while I’m at peace with my fate.

that poem was sooo beautiful

Where can I start reading poetry? Any suggestions?

thank you, you are adorable. Very useful video

this is my first go at writing poetry. Your intentions were pure Your dreams so obscure You put that Ray gun to my head You tease me, thrilled me But now you're dead David, oh David What a wonderful dream David, oh David This world can be mean Throwing caution to the wind Living in the dark My inspiration, my muse, oh David, you are.

This is my first poem, so sorry if it makes little sense. Tempest Vermillion the flames of the soul burn The burning bush the spirit yearns Deep in sorrow does it rest The bush of flames meets the flesh Quiet bodies call for Him Pushing them back, the tempest spins Collecting the damned goes the storm In the flames the spirit had Burns the bodies of the dead Not the dead that found the bush But the dead that faced the howling push

Have a blessed day and know that Jesus loves you

Thank You so much for this video I really want to start writing poetry because I feel the need to capture my thoughts and associate them with my feelins Its not really a poem but a translation of my thoughts about wind that I tried to describe in an artsy way (original looks and sounds better) Wind turns homes into little grains of sand And robbes us from a treasure burried in them So called life But the wind also makes me feel small in a good way Soothes me, it tuckes me in Its like a mother blowing on her children's bruises to relieve them from pain It gives me relieve Heals Shushes to let me know that its all going to he alright Wind blows away everything except addicting feeling of vulnerability and peace Its like a hipnosis Siren's voice from the unknown oceans spots

I want to learn so bad, it was recommended to me to help all my bottled up feelings and I feel like it will

This is my first sonnet, so please be easy on me lol “Shall I care not about his grin today Or when he’d change his hair to lay precise I must remember to go fly away I must remember, don’t repeat it twice The way we used to lock hands in the night How he said that his love thrived ever so I see and write on what is purely white That maybe I should have just let him go Forgive, Forget, as he told me before The words growing as I shrink from the shame But there I have the pure strength that I store That I shall never let a duff man claim And so I say to myself, deep within Never ever let it happen again” Is there anything I can improve on?

I played that intro music too many times for my liking

Want to know how this is ..... (Ok with negative reviews) You love poetry, One that laments your soul. You want handwritten cards, Sunflowers and midnight walks, You crave a romance that lasts. Your brightness dispels insurmountable depths of darkness, Even your lifeless imprints,Senses so impassionate, You are elated and ecstatic, But Also sad and blued. Your liveliness makes died alive, But your own loneliness, beyond eternity. You endure pain so well, Your dilemmas of life, Scares death itself. You imply pain through pieces of poetry, But who cares enough, to know? But besides the ragging suffering, And hopeless fictitious fantasies, There's so more to your life, Something that makes you different, And makes you more alive.

since everyone is sharing their first poems i wanna share mine finally its time not the time you will be mine but the time i let you go and all will be fine loved you all this time even when we didnt align you can make anyone fall with a beauty so divine but why does it feel like a crime like i shouldnt be called yours and you shouldnt be called mine whats the reason i cant define maybe its the way we decline maybe because you've drawn the line how i can never be your prime despite you being mine well love isnt returned all the time so after all this while i should let you go shouldn’t hurt myself more of how you ignore finally its time the time i let you go

My thought with the poem was rather than interest the authors feelings, I was thinking perhaps ignore the person and focus on what was actually said ? Not sure now I’ve written this do I understand my question… oh well I’ll post anyway

I know I’m late but this is my first poem and I would like to know how it is The want Have you ever felt the want? The want takes hold of me The want to have The want to love The want to feel something Something other than hatred The feeing of hatred as I look at myself in the mirror The feeling of hatred as I mess up something so simple The feeling of hatred from other people as they look at me “Freak, freak” they say “Ugly, ugly” they say “Disgusting, disgusting” they say And they are right

Here’s my poem Disappointed in myself I’ve let myself down Not only myself But everybody around Or is it all in my head Sometimes I can’t tell My mind isn’t reality Its literal hell It distorts my perception and ruins my day Only if I could turn them off and just run away Escape my madness and just be free Live life peacefully anxiety free

This is the first poem I’ve ever written so it might not be that good Five little flowers Five little flowers wrapped in a bouquet, they smell of white roses, the elegant mist fusing with the air. It became a new day and the petals are wilting. All except one. The week ends and the sun starts to rise, the flowers are dead and their beauty is no more, but one is still left flourishing with grace One little flower without its bouquet. Please comment your opinion, I’d love to hear it

My short piece, suggestions are welcomed mam 🤗 Slowly pulling me through, a little away, From the demons that brutally flay, Into dreadful nights, to viciously disarray, And push me astray into breathless clay. Inside that bottomless pit, who would stay? Other than bloody demons that savagely slay? Braving the demons in the pit, halfway, I mustered all my courage to disobey. To follow the light, that stood far away, I, with burning spirit, made the demons stay Away from my sunfilled day, Away from my beautiful day.

Why was that extremely helpful?

Thank you very much for this best video ❤ Love for kashmir (India)💗

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This my 11th poem (i started writing last year) i would like to know what you think: A Deer Between Wolfs and Lions Its lonely in this world people going after each other like wolfs and lions So much hate that only storm clouds feeds and fire eats like a wolf the deer Then, there is me, hears the birds sing the good is still there, believing but its hiding, I am searching, searching for more, for more than hate and storm clouds for more than fire that spreads out I am not a wolf, not a lion, not even a singing bird I am just that deer, hiding from this fear The deer who searches for love, kindness, pure heart in the woods that fire haven't burned, in mountains that storms and strong wind haven't destroyed in town, between wolfs and lions, searching for another deer for another pure heart just to bring back hope and love.

I'm a beginner poet, here's my most recent poem. please give constructive criticism! If you clear the fog, What’s the point if you don’t know Your destination? Driving without a license and no rhyme or reason. Tank half empty and a leaky tire Too scared to call a mechanic, Too embarrassed to ask for help. Not smart enough to try, Too stupid to survive. Too broken to be valuable, Yet too kind to die. If one man’s trash is another’s treasure, How can it be treasure If all who have come across it Has deemed it Trash?

Damn, I’ve never seen that done before. Really,,,, thank you for telling me about the ugly poem. ❤

I've decided to start writing again after years of perpetual writers block (cough cough laziness) because of how much it helped me the last time. Here's the first poem I've written, it's not perfect but it's been on my mind to write for a couple days now. 11:11 First focus, soft yet stern sounds strike Unaware eyes view, but not what is there Right in front of them, a chance, an option, Salvation. A break in time, that is Ever accelerating, but for now, It slows. Next realise, soft yet stern coil grips Can you see it? Does it yet cross your gaze? The dynamic vice with a fear of fun, Its fingers held out, relinquishing To you for this moment, a gift, Choose wisely. Last pray, soft yet stern hands rise Broken vision wanders, look in The chamber, that within wanders promises, A dance between time and its captive. Desire and passion for two, I hope it’s enough for one.

Its Faster than the speed of light Which can shine threw a pebble Can break a Heart of Stone at sight That's a Woman's Love for a Rebel

This one poem I made for school but I thought was too good to forget: beethoven Through soot, I birth a heart of mine Though barred I am like blinded bodies, And swore I did I knew its shine, None compare to hear through smiles. Ok, I suddenly want to make one rn even tho I desperately need to sleep: Although, We Are Fated Sometimes, I lament that Death doesn’t notice me When I think of him And all other days, It seems childish and silly This crush from such whim And when all nights come, Often I do remember Of those who see me So I’ll let Death be And although we are fated There are, always, other things

I cant read poetry if i dont know where to find poetry books at and the library where i live at dont have those type of books

Hi, this is my first poem. Please be kind 😊 TECHNO PRISON The screens that glow, in the palms of our hands, A constant presence, in this digital land. The endless stream, of notifications and news, A never ending cycle, of information we choose. The algorithms that track, our every move, With data collected, that we cannot remove. The virtual world, that's always just a tap away, A prison of screens, that we cannot escape. The hours spent, staring into the void, Lost in the abyss, of a world we've enjoyed. The real world fades, into the background grey, As we become prisoners, of our own display. The devices that know, what we think and what we feel, And use that knowledge, to craft their next big deal. That feeds the show, what we want to see, A distorted view, of reality. We're trapped, in a world, of our own creation, A digital prison, of our own imagination. The wires that bind, are ones we cannot cut, A future that looms, that we cannot shut. So let us be wary, of the technology we bring, And guard our minds, from its invisible string. For in a world, where screens reign supreme, We must find a way, to break free from its dream.

Sleep I want to sleep Starving for good rest In a slumber so deep All my worries put to rest Soft and cosy, my bed all night full of adventure I just want to lay there, dead As I am full of ecstasy and pleasure I made this right after i watched the video. sorry if the English is bad.

Thank you very much, Miss... You're my Goddess of poetry .....

This is my first try so please don’t judge but Life is like an ocean Dangerous and broken Waves that can drench you and make you pout, waves that can suffocate till you drown out Fire that can burn the world, fire that can save your world Nature that can fill the dark hole in your chest, nature that can ripe it further till you cannot rest Air that you crave, air that you need to be saved In this sea of life you can stay or become its prey In this ocean, People become frozen Some loved ones can’t even save those who were chosen.

unrelated but i like your tae pic in the back

Okay so this is my first ever poetry actually it doesn't rhyme at all still- I can cross thousands of ocean And still drown in your eyes I can be lost in thoughts of mine And still find you in every wave I can die with all my fantasy And still can't bear you seeing nightmare I can be broken in the smallest piece possible And still shine for you I can tear my life apart And still sew your favourite shirt heartily I can be blind And still behold the beauty of your dead petals I can shrink the universe within me And still adore every inch of galaxy in your soul Even though I hesitate asking Can u even put your phone aside When I come by your side??

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Tip #1: study theory of literature Tip #2: study the fundamentals of poetry making Tip #3: ready tons and tons of poems in English, from "Beowolf" to the contemporary authors Tip #4: write your stuffs and ask to a professional writer to evaluate what you did Tip #5: practice makes perfection

FOREVER LOST - Lili I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. - I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies For I was just a Gypsy stolen from my tribe as child. - Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.- I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand The death of any stranger who happens by his home. - The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more The warning signs upon the sand only tempt the brave Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.

This is my first poem. I am not confident about how I deliver every word, but here it is: His first poem. Passion flaring in the dead of night, Tears of twilight gushed outside. The book is open; a lamp is glowing, for the pen has written its first poem Steam from a cup twirled in the pale light While coffee keeps the writer awake at night. Tears finally ceased, and peace echoed across the room. The art formed by the writer comes to bloom. Night has reached its finale, and the mind is inoperable with the weary body. His eyes closed, ready to rest, for he howled the unsung feelings out of his chest. Please let me know what I can improve.

What about these verses as follow; Have I got such a crystal soul, To transform this poisonous world Into a golden song? If so, Shall I become a Hierophant, To instruct twisted minds, On how to make their elixir, To understand their own science? For Truth does not emerge, By admiring How plastic Kores make Their own masks While getting deceived, By their own illusion, But how much we feel Such a cross stuck In our own heart, Which tells us how to turn Our blood into salt.

1. Reading poems 2. Analyse / annotate : pretty ugly 3. Reader's response 4. Explication 5. Poetry Handbook 6. Start small 7. Literary elements: Similes metaphors imagery figurative language 8. Write poem a day 9. Story/ interpretation/ cliffhangers Structure, imagery , meaning 10. Be open to criticism

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Deep Dreams by Dat Nice Girl (First Verse) I want to do is have Deep Dreams and get away from this home annoying of mine I need to just dream so deep in my life, I’m so tired of this fake spirit, and I’m all done with praying nothing seems to be changing, just the same old life, I want to get as far away from here as possible live my own life, Where no one is trying to control you or make you their property and while you’re drifting into a deep dream you can your own life and make it your own state of mind where no one is there but you and yourself (Second Verse) Where peace and quiet is the ultimate goal you want in a dream. There’s no screaming and hollering in your deep dream There’s no abuse happening in your deep dream. (Third Verse) You can always relax no matter what comes your ways You can ignore the shit and live your life And get up and walk away from it all. You’re the owner of your deep dreams And no one else is. So whatever it is just be in peace. “Ah Yes,” Just have a deep dreams (Fourth Verse) I don’t want you living through hell I want you to live through a peaceful life Cos’ that can be what you need is a peaceful life. Without the bullshit And now you can just hush out the foolish stuff. Out into the trash can. Where it can’t be a problem anymore for you. Whenever you feel like the shit won’t end Then you can cast it away and wish it away So you can sleep nice and peaceful at night Always the ticket you got when you need it (fifth Verse) (Ha ha) Just have a sweet and have deep dreams all night. In your nice and warm bed. Or read a book by encouraging you not to give in. To what you hear. So, whenever, you need a break? Take a deep dreams moment, Take shit off your shoulders. And walk away. You can always do yourself a sweet little favor by deep dreams. Deep Dreams was written by Dat Nice Girl For: My December character, California Halina Mickey - Woodman From: Deep Dreams (Album)

Im learning poetry for a dnd character

Azure Athens Athens in paint of the azure of animals Nereid soldiers with scepters of cannibals Guerrilla lawyers on burgundy balusters Kahunas lance on the wandering cultures Bronze vigil filling Hercules romantic soul Masking cerulean Athens in godly skulls Moons on apollos and hunchbacks of eidolons Homer and Socrates praying in Babylon’s Plato and Horace with cards of the musicals Calypso saunter the oceans of Lucifer Oedipus kissing the hallowed dowagers Juno and Nestor in ivlia voyages Black Aristotle and Circe in luminous streets Armies with Greeks on the grounds of sorrow defeat Wicked and festival ladies on skeletons Hades and Poseidon dancing on pedestals Jaunty and elated choruses singing hymns Roman Vivaldi’s with verdurous violins Phantoms of pharaohs in cyanid Parthenon Shadowy lyres and lavender chests with songs Desolate Nero in souls of the seraphim Harlots of Artemis sleeping with cherubim Bindings of candles in gloves of the green archangels Fiery bridges in ambergris angels Colorful Athena flying in silver skies Radiant suns in the Icarus azure eyes Yellow euphoria playing with caravels Owls of sorcerers laughing at generals Zeppelin of Zeus with the circling chariots Columbus walking in forests of barbarians Haunted and diamond verandahs in glacier girls Dragon leviathans crawling in bays of pearls Carnivals covered in pink of Demeter Mulatto devils and barmaids in leaders Winds of the Greeks in empire and temple thief’s Furnace of blacksmiths in poetic Athens leafs Fishes of Neptune on behemoths tapestries Maelstrom’s in mammals of primeval mummies Lion embryos making angelic wine Hestia holding the flowers of mankind Ariel sleeping in shores of the Grecians Ruby and controlling tyrants in beacons Roman Americans roaming the iron dome Delirium of the symbols enchanting Rome Orisons burning the magicians dressed in green Ultramarine trees with the velvety beams Slyphs of the sun in a bower of Uranus Warrior silhouettes flashing in Cusanus Silvery hotels masquerade the jewelry Canvas of celestial painters in revelry Naiads in red imperial palaces of queens Laughter of marinas ringing in rulers dreams Diyonsyus in the tombstones of matinees Prophets of Piraeus running in ancient trains Dances of Aphrodite in patriots Pillars of love in the worshiping atheists Saints of the dusks in a confining panoply Turquoise Jews with the lighting barbaric armies Nemesis plays with the variant enchanters Sapphire Athens in elder warlock masters

walls, locks and walls well built, indomitable that silence everything but me and that last part, I think, is their worst quality. it will always lead to more walls.

The Golden Oasis In the rivers, Lazuline tapestries flew The delight of the yellow Madonna’s in waves The hotel Nirvana in tissues of lakes A Mahican in chasing the maelstrom of Zeus The racist and the iron Buddhist in temples The Twilight of the pyramids soothing the crows A hitchhiker rose in the bodies of meadows Bodhisattvas in costumes of shadow purple Archipelagos masking their faces of time The luxurious winds on the gleaming water The parade of the amethyst sea on scholars The empire of widows inflame sailors mind The bishop of the night in a regal garment The salubrious creed in the rivers sergeant.

"ytterPUgly" - a great play on perspective and choice ; looking forward and looking backward from the same POV; judgment is in the eye of the reader as a matter of choice. Nice.

I wrote this today I and think is good so putting it here from some validation hopfully tw gore its called disordered eating I ogle with unsteady gaze at my largest toe salivating It comes to my lips and grazes the bristles Hesitating My leg aches in the awkward pose I open my mouth and then a gutteral pop The warmth of the blood engulfs me Its hot I have never been hungrier than this Another bite as crimson tendrils cascade down my throat Over my breast Pools where my thigh presses the cold glass Why don’t I notice the pain I’m down to my ankle now The scattered fragments of bone lay strewn about my gross performance They laugh and jeer below Another pop allows full access to my succulent calf My eyelids wrestle with my furociousness Until it falters

Look so um this is my first poem please help be criticisive Ink on paper The only way of communication All the words I've heard that pinned my heart against the wall of my flesh the monster who comforted me Never leaving even for a moment I don't understand am I the only who had felt that? The monster will soon come and eat my soul Still can't hate them In the end it's just me and them I think everyone learned to with them And I'm the only one running behind always too late Maybe they were taught,maybe? If yes then where is person who teach me Teach me what you be wondering I don't know maybe the reason of life or in short how to love

I came to poetry by way in both expression and A voice that won't be silented. That thirty plus years ago. And I Did really good at it. But I have no love for the educated Precise grammar got a degree on the wall type person's. But, they do have a point in how they feel as well. Give me my Bohemian street slang lived every word I've written. Cause that's my voice. Just as anyone should find themselves in that calling. The End. Wonderchek ///.

Heyy guys I've just started writing poems and this is the first poem I ever wrote Do you know why the sun burns? No why? Because the moon is a stone thrown away From the earth, But the sun never is getting what it's worth, Staring from far Waiting for the moon to get away

I still don't understand meter in a poem. Is there a simplified way of understanding it? When I write poetry, I don't think about meter when I write, am I supposed to?

Just made one out of curiosity Kinda corny though Be yourself they said While handing branded plastic bag Which underneath one's suffocating And other mindless stalkers never seen the struggling body but, instead They cherished artificial colors, waiting one to brag About fancy texture and delicate design of coffin Feeling jealous and impatient Never noticing demise of fellow being Trapped into same facade Holding that seals closed tight Its not too late to pry it open To get that vital breath and fight To rip the cover, see the light And getting ready to face all complications On way to satisfy the need Of ones survival and salvation From colorless and empty darkness Yet tranquilizing and mind numbing That never lets to feel starvation That drives one to compete with harshness In perpetual pursuit of making The one to feel vibrations That signal that the one's alive

My test poetry When no way opens to you Remember that you are not the one you suffer Remember that the way to happiness is built under sadness Remember God has already chosen the bath The destination is already written So it's just a matter of time following and making it's way to the next steps So the is no need to more overthinking and sadness over sadness Maybe I am not good In writing But I am still learning how to write Like they said Don't lose hope and remember this live is just a cercle of try again and try again

I am a poet writer who writes poetry for my TVM Mazagines and it got published in them people got to read them, and one of my songs "deep dreams," turned into a motivational speech for all out there going through a lot, and it got seen by all of the teens and students and kids out there and they related to the song

waking up:::: there exists a moment when i've awoken from a dream and i open my eyes to an emptiness of me there exists a moment before i realize that i am awake i can't feel any bone in my body there exists a moment where i simply do not feel that i exist a moment where my brain and soul do not meet they are separate and calm they are two lovers estranged and in disagreement before being quickly reminded of why why they love each other why they must prevail and there exists a moment where i gasp for air my breath returns to my body i lay in fear, my breath quick and animalistic as i feel all my desires and anxieties rushing back into me stretching out into every fold of skin streching out into every bone nestled in muscle and only in that moment do i feel alive

[1st ‘ENGLISH poem’ written by Mr. MADHUKARAN Avinash Sookur [ I hope you will enjoy it…] “You will be crowned with fruitful dividends…” Down memory lane …… I long for the Saint Lane …… Wandering nowhere, thy brow ain’t knit here!!!…… Wondering now here, tomorrow Saint Street there!!!…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 To whom do I belong? 💔 Will Your return be long? 💔 Pondering was I the whole year long…… When will we walk along? 💖 When will we talk alone? 💖 Pondering was I the whole year long…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Do appear Lord for a greet, 💖 To ruin thy grand adversary in thy daze… 💖 Who appear lured for a greed 💔 To ruin thy grand anniversary in thy gaze… 💔 I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 To whom do I belong? 💔 Will Your return be long? 💔 Pondering was I my whole life long…… When will we walk along? 💖 When will we talk alone? 💖 Pondering was I my whole life long…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Thy grand sinner will set us lively ablaze, 💔 And strike us over push and pulls, the whole night long…💔 Thy grand winner will let us likely amaze, 💖 And stride us over bush and pools, the whole day long…💖 I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 To whom do I belong? 💔 Will Your return be long? 💔 Pondering was I the whole age long…… When will we walk along? 💖 When will we talk alone? 💖 Pondering was I the whole age long…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Thy grand adversary will ‘bloom’ stingy evils, 💔 And hell us with his ‘helly’ spirit again, the whole week long…💔 Thy grand anniversary will ‘broom’ stinky devils, 💖 And help us with His Holy Spirit again, the whole month long…💖 I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Down memory lane …… I long for the Saint Lane …… Wandering nowhere, POW!!! Thy brow ain’t knit here!!!…… Wondering now here, WOW!!! My bro! Saint Street there!!!…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 💖💖💖 👼 👼 👼 N.B: ''POW!!! ''.......... means....... ''Prisoner Of War!!!''........... ''grand adversary'' means......... ''adversary who.... is making claim to or creating an appearance of (often undeserved) importance or distinction''.... “Anniversary” means ‘’the coming of the Lord, to save us all……’’ ''grand anniversary'' means.......... ''anniversary.... which will make a strong or vivid impression''.... ''adversary'' = ''satan''............ hahaha ........ even the dictionary fears to give the meaning of ''satan''.............. lol........... hahahahaha........ ✌✌✌ [PEACE]… ...............................💖💖💖 [MADHUKARAN SOOKUR] Avinash Sookur 💖💖💖.......... 👼 👼 👼

I see myself through broken glass am I pieces of a person or a solid muliticolored mass more shards of glass I cant uncover then remold the glass a new picture is discovered my stained glass portrait bigger scale than The Resurrection parts of me come together so I can see my own reflection

your ARMY💜 Looking at your wall i just got amaze please keep going Your really helping so many people 💜😊 thank you

Yeah I so love writing poetry ,. thank you for your tips 💞

A haiku -Little Miss Input- I count ten then three more, I think fourteen. Damn?

Great tips. I really liked your poem In A Shadow. I like to write ambiguous poems too and writing a poem/haiku a day is an excellent exercise, has really helped me improve.

I can tell ya in a split second, I bet that's quicker than ya reckoned ?

Yea you better not praise her you better praise JESUS

Ok I’ll do an on the spot poem omg I’m nervous She said something He said something They said something But did you say something? Why so scared? Do you always mind them? Why do always think about them? When you the power change something. Is there even a thing "change"? It’s always been a mystery GILIAN

This poem was for my first ever creative writing class project so I know it's not that good but please don't judge me 🥺🥺 Thorns are in hands from the roses you've picked, Lips are sewed by the needle you didn't pick, Eyes examining every mask hiding kink, Feet bleeding from broken shards of glass, With every little step there is a scar on your heart, Every innocuous smile is holding behind a knife, Devilish Saint or saintly devil it's really hard to decide, Hypocrisy is something you can easily find, But kindness is something for which you have to strive, Words injure more than a blade can, Staying away is the only thing that can save my hands, From chocking myself away from the world, Is it really too much to assert! That I want to be alone in MY TURF!

Fear The thing where climax changes Confidence go and fear come Afraid of going long ranges Courage like a burning candle Fading away in an instant dangle -Mr.Gns