If you are worried about words , when poem is about expressing , it is probably not for you , don’t worry about words , express what you’re feeling, it will turn into art itself
First poem I’ve ever written 👉👈 _“Shadows chase her_ _Her beauty unhazed_ _Does dark retract_ _When she lets the sun beam her rays?_ _Or does she follow_ _behind trees, clouds and lamps_ _Hiding in the hollow_ _Waiting for the day_ _The day the sun rewinds_ _The moment she goes no further_ _When she smiles at the darkness_ _And no longer tries to disperse her”_ It’s about hope and unrequited love in the personification of the sun and the shadows.
@@GinaVolkov Unhazed: Not hazed, not visually obscured. Haze: traditionally an atmospheric phenomenon in which dust, smoke and other dry particulates suspended in air obscures visibility and clarity of the sky.
- be in the mood - write in book & practice - maybe try to use random word and go off of ur thoughts on it - rhymezone for song writing for poetry - read poem aloud or sing - title poem
Idk about rhymezone but rhymers block suggests rhymes and I’ve found it really helpful❤️❤️(and it’s great even if u don’t get the membership or whatever)
I fell in love with him everyday, A little more than yesterday Until the day I realised My love for him knew has No boundaries, No limits It was Infinite!
the poem i wrote immediately after watching this video: I try to stay motivated, but they keep me in the chains. I attempt not to get deflated, but I end up using a cane. What should I do? Find and answer on my own? All those who’ve come before me have always forfeit the throne. It could use some work, but anyway, thanks ana!
This is my first poem and my english is not as good as be able to write, because I speak English as a foreign language. This is it : I used to be a thing Now I'm just a remain I pretended being an ocean And denied the little stain I hated being that man I wish I didn't complain I thought my soul was worthless So I threw it in the drain My life had past so fast Faster than a train I would to start over And have a chance again Unhappily life is not a tree And I am not a grain I call it a letter from a dead man. Tell me what do you think about it '
I wrote my first poem and i used some words from the comments kudos to them It was a new day When i saw her first, Realised that It was pure love not lust. Her beauty unhazed Her eyes were so beautiful that it got me amazed. It seemed that Beautiful was definition of her That it got me in a daze. Now im just a remain I pretended being an ocean And denied the little stain I hated being that notion A love lost in the ocean. I’m using ‘was’ because she isn’t with me, A memory of what love used to be.
I wrote a small piece: Strength of the moon, alignment of the stars Makes the nights look pretty, hiding all the scars. Glowing softly in the dark Whispers of the night A canvas of dreams unfold Painting stories in moonlight Beneath the cosmic canvas Where dreams and Stardust blend, The moon guards our secrets A celestial timeless friend
Hey i tried writing one too I miss him.. His stupid smile And his mesmerizing eyes I love him Those silly late night calls During the late autumn fall I despise him For faking everything in our relationship For not truly loving me But what can I say? My heart still beats for that man I once called mine
@@Ayzalse I’ve written quite a few poems myself. This is my favorite one called Letters of Love. What do you think? He had to leave me to fight in this cruel war. He gave me a kiss and his hat to remember him by. He wrote to me every week with words of hope and promises. He sent letters of love talking about our future family and house together. He talked about how he misses my smile and laugh. He then stopped writing and came home in a wooden box. He and I won’t have our future family together and house. He stopped sending me letters of love.
BEST POEM IN THE WORLD -------------------------------------------- In the realm of words, where verses dance, I shall endeavor to take a chance, To craft a poem, a masterpiece divine, A tapestry of words, where meanings intertwine. Behold, the canvas, blank and pure, Where dreams and musings shall endure, With ink as my brush, and thoughts as my ink, I shall paint a portrait that makes hearts sink. I'll weave a tale of love's sweet embrace, Of whispered promises and tender grace, Where souls entwine in eternal flame, Bound by the echoes of a lover's name. I'll wander through nature, the poet's muse, Where melodies of birdsong softly infuse, The rustling leaves and babbling streams, A symphony of life, where beauty gleams. I'll venture to realms of sorrow and pain, Where tears fall freely like droplets of rain, To paint the resilience of the human soul, Amidst adversity, it finds its role. I'll soar through the cosmos, to stars untold, Where mysteries lie, waiting to unfold, In celestial tapestries, a story untamed, Of wonder and awe, forever unnamed. I'll delve into history's intricate lore, Unearth forgotten tales, forevermore, From ancient civilizations, rise and fall, Legends and heroes, captivating all. I'll celebrate laughter, joy, and delight, The moments that make our spirits take flight, In the tender embrace of friendship's embrace, In shared laughter, we find solace and grace. And as I conclude this grand design, This poem, the best in the world, I opine, I offer it humbly, with love and with art, A piece of my soul, a gift from the heart. For poetry knows no bounds or borders, It connects us all, believers and non-believers, So cherish its power, let your spirit unfurl, In the beauty and wonder of the best poem in the world. Writer Ryan K Pendley
I was kinda sad today so I just wrote a poem about loneliness lol I wish to be alone and enjoy things one day, But then realise how lonely I get the other day. I wish to express my feelings with someone I can trust, But I have to search for that someone with whom I can trust. These thoughts keep me awake at night, Forcing me to deal with the overthinking and anxiety tonight. I wish I had someone whom I could rely on, But then I think to myself, "is this how I will be moving on?"
An interesting poem about loneliness! Sometimes it is good to write about the subject or the emotion that you are currently feeling! I too, write about sadness when I'm sad, and loneliness, when I'm feeling lonely! I try not to write poetry for the sake of writing it! I prefer to feel it , then write down my feelings! I currently narrate all of my poetry on my yt channel, including several on loneliness!! David 🦖
Cause you never really care if I was there, or crying somewhere. You turned away didn't see the pain I bear, I was just a shadow fading into thin air This is my first stanza
This is my first ever poetry: Thought this was a normal connection with you, Until I shared my deepest and darkest secrets with you, Thought you were a wall that couldn't speak much, But you were the one who listened to me the most, Though distance can separate us apart, An intertwined connection that cannot. I wrote this for a person who lives in a different country but they are the closest to my heart.
Very good first poem, it is clearly written so the reader can also understand and share the emotions you were feeling when you wrote it! Regards David 🦖
-"Birds in my area , Nowdays don't fly. I'm seeing only the thoughts, Floating in the sky. The thoughts, that why? The moon is praised, When he has scars all over his face. I too have scars but I'm not couraged, To hang on the sky with scarful face."
@human3025 I agree I post my poetry on my RU-vid channel and they're also many good poets that don't get recognition on RU-vid If you use the search of poetry or spoken word You will then see many poets including myself who narrates their own poetry Do you write poetry yourself I would love to read it Regards David 🦖🦋
*I wrote this poem after watching this video!* In between the unpredictions, a meeting unfolds, Refills fragrance to the garden of life. Unscripted,unplanned,yet perfectly timed, Drives life to a graceful ride. Enters our orbit like a shooting star Leaving the trail that brightens our path Like a firefly they give hope in the dark Leaving an undelible mark The stars illumiante the sky But these fireflies ornament our life on earth. The kaleidoscope of moments with colors so bright They paint our life with hues of delight.
Behold, I stand, a monument of grace, In realms where excellence finds its space. My brilliance, a beacon, unmatched, supreme, A testament to greatness in every dream.
This is so helpful! I have been wanting to start writing poetry for a while now. Originally its bc i really Like to sketchbook and i think poems would be a great addition to my sketchbook❤️ and also i think its a good way to get words or feelings down on a paper without it being to detailed like a diary, if that makes sense❤️❤️ so thank you!
I think my problem is not knowing which words to chose and in what order, where to pause, etc. I'm writing my first poem and I don't know how to make it good 😅 it kind of looks more like a story and not a poem, even tho it's not that long.
I do hope you won't mind me answering your question? I also remember writing my first poem, yes it's a frightening experience! If you were writing for an exam, then obviously there are strict rules to follow, I believe that there are in excess of over 70 different styles of poetry? But I'm guessing, that like me, you are writing for pleasure? So you have already written something? And no doubt have written it from your heart ❤! Therefore, it's now your poem!! I would be excited to read it, if you are happy to share it! Becoming to clinical and over editing, take the heart out of a poem! You have done well to get this far! Regards David 🦖
@@theprehistoricpoet Hi, of course I don't mind it! Yeah I write for pleasure and I guess I can share with you one of my first poems I made recently. Here it is: A Void I see pure nothingness, Hear a silent whispering, Feel the promise of eternal sleep, An easy escape from reality. The void attracts me, But I repel from it, Saying no, I've been warned. A void I'm avoiding, Is avoiding me back. Enough to not want it, It will cause you to elapse. I have no idea what style it is, but I guess you could say that every poet has their own style, so yeah. Thanks for your comment!
@@indy2l Thank you for sharing your first poem with me! If you hadn't have mentioned that it was your first attempt, I would have guessed that you are a seasoned poet! Much of your style and layout, is similar to what I have used in the number of my poems ! Both you and I write I for fun and enjoyment, and to share with others! My style varies from poem to poem! I write on different subjects , love, loneliness, heartbreak, depression & social issues! I cannot just sit down and write, I need to be inspired by my own feelings, or something that is happening around me! I try not to overthink! Poems will write themselves! Layout and structure will come to you naturally and will change from poem to poem! I posted all my poems on a poetry writing site, I also store them on yt in the comments section in one of my shorts! Never seen anyone else do this on😂 I have also started to narrate my poems on my channel. The best test of seeing if a poem is structured correctly is to read it out in front of a mirror !, if it flows ok, then it is ok!! Take care David 🦖
@@indy2l It was my pleasure! My narrated poems are obvious, my written poems,, my part written poems, My thoughts, are actually on a short that has a picture of Buddha's and fairy lights, the poems are hidden in the comments!!! Would love to see more of your work, when you have written some! David 🦖
Sometimes I challenge myself to write when I’m not in the mood to write. For example, maybe I would try to write a poem about not being in the mood to write poetry lol or a poem about silence, blank space, etc. doesn’t have to be a poem or song though, it can just be a journal entry and doing that sometimes helps.
Funny story for yous if your bored - When i was in kindergarten up in till year 4 everyone was sayng ‘the more books you read the more words you will know’, and i would NEVER read books, even though the school would give us awards for reading i would pretend i had read books when i hadnt because i hated reading, ended up being a poet and i still am better than that kid who told me i would go no where without reading in 3rd grade. Also my mum was a poet too so maybe i got it from her? Anyways x
Agreed, I left school a 16 without any qualifications, 50 years later I started writing and posting poetry! It is what is in your heart❤ not what is in your head! Regards David 🦖🦋
Hey here's mine: You said you loved me like the sun loves the moon, You said you wanted me on the days you couldn't bloom; Oh darling, my dreams are filled with the thought of me and you, I wake up and smile for my dreams have come true; Each thought of you fills me with sweet emotion, I forever give to you my sweetest devotion; When I'm down, you lift me up, When I'm hurting, you make me well; Your love is over the top, And I'm forever under your spell; You gave light to my soul, You helped me to be whole; I love you darling, with all my heart, Together forever and never to part.
I went into this video expecting a really tedious step-by-step process that would generalise the art of writing poems, but finished it completely agreeing with everything you said- The advice you give really hones in with what I think poetry should be about: emotion. Telling people to write poetry within their comfort and leasure is how the best poetry is created, because it directly leads to genuine poetry, in which genuine emotions are established and communicated. When I write poetry, I make myself go through a really specific structure of finding out how the poem will be formatted, how many syllables per line, whether it's iambic (although, I never stick with that idea-) and how I can subvert it to create meaning. However, this is *always* after I have an idea that makes me want to write. I think that over anything, the emotion that goes into poetry is far more important than the quanity or images or language it has, for emotions in poetry (or any artistic form) eatablish quality. Personally, I think your poetry guide really promotes this idea about people's interests being put over the idea that 'good' and 'bad' poetry exists, which encourages everyone to be included within writing poetry. Whether it is something that a child wrote in ten minutes or Percy Shelly's 'Ozymandias,' they cannot be compared due to how human emotions are the priority of poetry. That's why I love this guide- it doesnt make people feel like there is one way to learn poetry or forges them into sonnets or odes, it simply encourages them to *do* poetry. That is what poetry is all about, after all.
1st poem In the light of the shining moon, You sought a rose too soon, . ... ..... Leaving the moon that glows, I sprint into the darkened woods, Discover a radiant rose, Return to you, with blood upon my hand, I find the moon is hiding, at your command, The wind inquired, "Why is there blood upon your hand?" I replied softly, "Pain in love, thorns in the Rose, I understand." The aura of your presence Vanishes from this space, Can you also fade from the heart? I plead for grace. ...... In the end, the moon emerged laughing, I shouted, "Cease it!" ...... ...... ...... Then I questioned, The reason for your laughter and glee, Moon replied, "And where is the person you used to compare with me?" ..... ... .
I love this video! This is my first poem (It's a really specific topic) When I told you I didn't place at the competition, you laughed and said it was okay. That it didn't matter too much. Obviously you laughed...I was laughing too. I was laughing not because it was funny, but because I could not allow myself to cry. My thoughts were running around with needles, and I knew that if a tear slipped, the waterfall would never end. One breath in, one breath out. Words created a blockage in my throat. Two breaths in, two breaths out. I gulped on my saliva to repress the words. It wasn't even the stupid competition. Twice before I didn't place, so what does that mean? Am I not improving? Am I not growing? Am I stuck in the same, lost place I was two years ago? I keep trying to blame everything and everyone. Maybe my judge was biased. Maybe my partner screwed up. Maybe the entire competition was just rigged. I guess I'll never know. I'm done with this rat race. Let others fight till the end for a title of a string of letters. I'm paving my own path. Can someone please give me tips?
This is amazing!! I somehow relate to this, which is the amazing thing about poetry. If you’re looking for tips, I can try my best, though I won’t act like i’m an expert because i’m really not, haha. Metaphors and personification are my best friend, if you know what they are. They make poetry come to life, if you know what I mean, but I don’t use them in all of my poems, as proof they can still be written without!
Poem or Notebooks never worked for me. I like to use poetizer or google docs to write on. I agree, yes rhymezone is great resource, as well as synonymns. You had a great note on rhymes, near rhymes are much more enjoyable to read than exact rhymes which can feel forced. I totally get the whole not knowing what something means. The poem is kind of a way to understand how you're feeling, but also a poem is not a puzzle.
So I wrote this, it’s not the best but :) here goes nothing: You were so protected once - it almost made you ungrateful Look what safety does to bodies reliant on it. I could have been something else, A cobalt sparrow on a withering tree, A pearl woven on a cashmere coat, An unnamed star adjacent to Moon. But I was given this life to torment, too many desires stitched inside this blood house. We met in this timeline you were thorn disguised as flower I couldn’t touch you without letting my hand bleed.
one moreee looking at him, i realized that this was the end. again he's asking me, "weren't we just friends?" i tell him we were. he tells me we are. but i don't feel it that way. he didn't ask about it anyway. now we are just friends, and he has a 'she'. this breaks my heart into pieces, because that was what i wanted to be. now i try to let it go, while they're watching movies. i sleep at night, crying and hugging my plushies.
Somebody be a doll and help me out here please 😀. I lingered in the beauty of a flower not long ago, It's stem, as strong as a hunter, but otherwise A daze of uncontrolled mirth weighted down on the flower's eyes Petals, with the hue of ink and the grace of prideful words Blanched in colour of this tragic battlefield, speared in colour were golden swords Of honey and mellowed sunlight, loved and adored Trees around, would be glad of this sight Spending their lives, wishing for their branches to brush the painted light Smudges of colour, mixed with dandelion delight can do nothing to suffice The love that was laced in the sallowed waters beside Gardens of joy could never contain the curve of life, in the flower's smile And a cloud's reflection could not cover anything of its disdainful rile Given to the roots of its vanity, but no glow present to its halo A prophecy would rise and take this earthly tragedy and sow It's placid hamartia, forever embraced by the breeze But often lost and forgotten, by those who trample over the leaves Old threads may still be frayed, in the winds that carry, A rebounding echo, that never seems to wish to tarry Repeating a murmur of you, you and you Of love, or for hate only the sweet daffodil could know As it's fellow leers in the riverbed, not even daring to say a bitter hello. Not my best poem as you can see. I wrote it a looong time ago. I would be over the moon if some kind soul would give me their verdict and tell me why it sounds off or how I could improve it. Thank you.
I lingered in the beauty of a flower not long ago, It's stem, as strong as a hunter, but otherwise A daze of uncontrolled mirth weighted down on the flower's eyes Petals, with the hue of ink and the grace of prideful words Blanched in colour of this tragic battlefield, speared in colour were golden swords Of honey and mellowed sunlight, loved and adored Trees around, would be glad of this sight Spending their lives, wishing for their branches to brush the painted light Smudges of colour, mixed with dandelion delight can do nothing to suffice The love that was laced in the sallowed waters beside Gardens of joy could never contain the curve of life, in the flower's smile And a cloud's reflection could not cover anything of its disdainful rile Given to the roots of its vanity, but no glow present to its halo A prophecy would rise and take this earthly tragedy and sow It's placid hamartia, forever embraced by the breeze But often lost and forgotten, by those who trample over the leaves Old threads may still be frayed, in the winds that carry, A rebounding echo, that never seems to wish to tarry Repeating a murmur of you, you and you Of love, or for hate only the sweet daffodil could know As it's fellow leers in the riverbed, not even daring to say a bitter hello.
Just started writing officially. Wrote tons of poems for my ex but I never did it for myself so now I am! This is one of the ones I posted on my new IG Pretty chains All over my body They hold me even if it hurts I cant remember who put them on me to begin with I can’t imagine them off So I leave them as they are I guess that’s why they’re pretty Knowing I can’t be hurt more than I already am
Title: Hide away I want him to look at me I want him to see me the real me But I'm scared I wanna hide away I'm shy I'm afraid he will see and won't like me I'm afraid he will point out my greatest insecurities I try to be brave I try to be confident But it's safer here behind my hair Where he cannot see me
Title: Tost feelings I find myself saying ''I feel" a lot My whole life I had these big feelings inside of me that I couldn't express So I locked them up Deep inside of me People told me ''be quiet be well- behaved'' So I was I let people walk over me and learned to be submissive But here I am Grown and lost My feelings tost across Who am I? I no longer have to deny All my feelings Need healings So I try To live my life No longer held by the knive
Hey just a passerby. As someone who writes already, I clicked this video wanting to go back to the fundamentals of poetry (to strengthen my writing). There is a lot of reliance on “my writing style.” And thus we saw how the creator of this video writes. That is a very laid back almost spoken style. A sole reliance on rhyme and feel, as opposed to juxtaposed ideas or conflicts. I’d recommend adding allusions, alliterations, and conflict. No tamed or controlled body of water can even compete with the beautiful chaos of the ocean
There are too many secrets under this cover Thank God things can't speak Otherwise it would tell my mother That I am weak That I am a freak That I am a creep... There are too mamy secrets under this cover Thank God things can't hear Otherwise I would be in great fear Of being discovered There are too many secrets under this cover Thank God things cant see Otherwise I would have to pay a fee For all my crimes and deeds Dear God, please set me free I tried 😅
Don't tell me your name, no not yet I'm lost in your eyes, look at you, ethereal sight Don't tell me your name, no I know it's Mr. I should stay away Don't tell me your name, no, not before hindsight Don't tell me your name, no, even though I'm sure it'll serve me more gratification still what about the aftermath's medication Don't tell me your name, even though I want to know it so bad, Mr. All that I want But what if You're like the others, the one who breaks my heart.
i find it easier writing poems about love/heartbreak but its my goal to be able to write about things outside of romance but its so hard for me idk why😭
What do you think of this poem I wrote? It’s called The Man and the Girl. The man gives me roses to love. The man gives me gifts to have. The man gives me to money to spend. Then he met the girl and left me. The man gives her roses to love. The man gives her gifts to have. The man gives her to money to spend. Then the man and the girl got married and not me.
I cannot write songs but I write emotional poetry! If I sit down with a pen and paper my mind goes blank! If I have a thought during the day or feel an emotion, I quickly jot it down on a piece of paper, in a week's time I gather the paper scraps together, it becomes a poem! Regards David 🦖🦋
Dreaming It's funny how much your life is filled with such a beautiful word, with so many meanings, and you most of the time don't even realize. Dreaming while you sleep. Daydreaming. Dreaming. Wishing for something to happen. Things you do daily. But after I met you.. It's like every way the word dreaming can be used, it was about you. My dreams where flooded by you. Daydreaming of what it would be like if you and I where a thing. Dreaming. Wishing you'd like me like I like you. But they where just dreams. Sometimes, dreams can be a good things. magical. But sometimes it can leave you shattered. (I watched a video that said make a story with one word and the word was dream. This is my first poem 😁, and I'm considering making more and not even two days later I found out you made a video on poetry! So thank you for this amazing video 😁. You've been a very big inspiration for my writing ❤.)
The coast. ------------ Every now and then I drown. I drown into my thoughts. my thoughts invade my brain. my brain makes me scream. I scream. … It‘s similar to the unexpected tidal waves crashing into your skin. Well - I wish they did, it would explain the never-ending bruises on my arms, legs and back. … The bruises are from people. people that step on me - they seem to be having fun! fun that makes the time goes by. … You know what happens when enough time goes by right? I rise just like the sea-levels. Because I am the beach… I am the sea and I am the people and I am accountable for the death of myself: The coast
I loved that first verse! What follows shows you have a great imagination for writing poetry! Thanks for sharing! Would love to see more especially with an nautical theme 🌊 I intertwine the ocean in some of my favourite poems! David 🦖 🦋n
Here’s my poem: Poem name: Midnight Blue [Stanza] I don’t wanna die, but I don’t wanna live, but I do I don’t wanna fly, but I don’t wanna land either, but I do too I don’t know what it is whether it be the raging at nothing from Coke or whether it be the crying in my room for another chance to fly with the eagles and touch heaven again. I just don’t know and I’m afraid that someday I won’t even know myself anymore I’m afraid that one day every Bible verse I read like psalms, Corinthians, or Romans will one day fly my mind and escape out the door where all of the bygones may lay. I’m afraid that one day I will forget you and forget myself too [Stanza 2] There’s a wall with a man inside Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Alice, Divine and I, all try to break the wall to figure out who this strange ethereal man is. The fireflies are crying as they’re trying harder and harder to forget it all Los Angeles is crying as he’s dying Meanwhile Aiden, Valentino, Acilia, Divine and I break the wall Only to realize that that man is me [Stanza 3] Everything that my rage sees is red Like the red wine, red Mercedes, and cherry lime that I cherish with all my heart Deep down I’m still that little boy that I used to be; sweet to the core but dull on the surface It’s just that now, the sun rises and covers it with a heavier blue that mankind has not ever put their hands on yet [Verse 4] Valentino, please, stand me on my tippy toes as the night covers up the woes Seal the sealed bruises even more and cherish them with pink bows Because as time and time goes on I realize I can’t do everything with one fist and will eventually have to use more fists To the crows, please don’t add me to your list of darkness Let the doves shine me so bright, ethereally, and angelically Let me be free, let me be a passion As I am a brother of two, a son of two, and a friend to who As I travel back to the heavens, I say farewell to my woes and breathe in the midnight blue
my first poem, i didn't feel like rhyming as it was a quick one. I tried reading it, but i ended up almost crying. An Angel For A Mother Her arms, a sweet sense of comfort, A warm place to call home, A place to burry my sorrows Unconditional love that will forever flourish Whether she is by my side or in my heart She will always be home
They stare through the window Time goes on the grass grows I can't get with the flow Going down the river as i row Today is just another day but their rays Beam into my head then i feel red Im led to tears as all of my fears Creep in i end up sleeping they're reaping I know they're going slow down The progress i cant stress i must rest
PROMISE --------------- I promise to love you, it's my favorite duty of life to cherish you I love your silliness Your googly eye pictures makes me laugh You know we're some dorks Please dont get me on your smile it's my Kryptonite that warms the soul The duty of me being your man is to make us happy I may not be good at spilling my guts But this is who I am letting you know that there is nobody else in this world that compares to you It's crazy you're the only person that's 24/7 on my mind, and that's a sincere thought no lie, You consume me I love your nakedness That's my everything and Being naked is pretty funny And funny is what I want to be So to my better half Let's laugh Take this rib, ouch It's okay if I'm in pain I love you Maybe I try to hard I just want to be myself with you. Maybe I don't think you accept me Butchya do I hear the rhythm of our heart beating as one Take my hand let go and let God Speaking of the Angels Hallelujah Love has won Writer Ryan K Pendley
she loved sunsets and he was the sun waking up to his warm embrace she would be sunny but then the moon came in darkened and made everything foggy the sun rised again let out his fictitious shadow but she had started to love the moon held it in her tender heart and bloomed like a moonflower ✨️ It's about toxic relationships and self love ❤
My heart, Deep within me Beating Giving me life My heart, Overworked and tired Sick of always giving Never getting My heart, Hurt but not broken Willingly Giving me life.
This one is for my muslim girlies need and want want and need i dont really need him and its not much of a want either i just want to be seen and heard and looked after but a person cant give you that, that can only come from within and from the permission of allah, he alone can lift any burden in your heart and in your limbs things feel so complicated and sight becomes so blurry life has you suffocating but trust that allah has everything youll even need or want want or need and everything in between
Here is the first poem I ever wrote. Silly words Your silly words cut my cheeks. A flock of birds with razor beaks. I resist it lurks... To myself it smirks...
New poem i just wrote: "You had just died, and you hear a knock at your door. You think you know who it is, as you had just encountered: a small crying boy who has to kill you. But instead, your met with a young girl, she runs around your yard, singing and dancing. She pulls you outside, making both you and her disappear and reapper in a big grassy flowery field. She smiles at you, your still covered in sympathy for the little boy you had met before. She waves her hand for you to bend down, and in doing so, she kisses your cheek. Then, you open your eyes to see your new mothers face, all memorys of your past life and the boy and girl fading away...." Its about a person who dies and is reborn, the girl and boy represent life and death. Inspired by a poem made by @MOCKERYMOLLY and a video made by @dovesandwich called "death stands by your door". (BEWARE PEOPLE, ITS ABOUT OUR FAVE PERSON DAZAI, not the poem, just the video.)
wrote my first poem!!💫 LET ME LIVE with all the sorrows I dwell in my mind, let me live in a world of mine. where no one asks about my grades and no one cares about how much I make let me live in a world of mine where I can be divine let me live....let me live my life let me live in a world where everyone understands ..me, as well as my state of mind. All the thoughts stacking up in my mind, building up a hill that I can never climb let me live...let me live my life I feel an enormous burden on my chest, killing me from inside every time I rest let me die for mistakes of my own, every night I cry...I cry on bed of my own. dumping my face into sheets so deep, and crying my heart to sleep. no one can knw the pain of me you, even if they tell they understand you. all the pressure that you give, its not you! its the life that you live I know the pain that you suffer through, for it is the same for me and you, let me live my life, I plea to you all, for it is not the same for me and for you all
@@riri18988 I have total admiration for this style of writing! In every poem that I write, a piece of heart remains on the page! Would love to see more of your writing! David 🦖
My poem : Name : True journey Young organs playing and trolling here and there, Searching for happiness without any care. They even found it, but where? Oh yes! In everything which you can dare. When they grew, upto teenage,they start questioning, "Is happiness really there?" Yet knowing the fact that, they do what they want. But don't shout on them, you can't. Make them feel, that's the only chance. In the mid 20s, they cared for their future, If they won't, you won't accept they're mature. Finally, when they grew, with their fellow crew, They gets to the work, in a lurk. They won't accept they're sad, Saying they're situation a bed. Accepting the fake, they gets bake. Living alone on a bed, they became sad. Realising how happy they were, when they were bare. So, please live life with care, Don't give sadness any share. If you do, then you would enjoy your last layer, And would be ready to go into your next fair. - Divyansh Rajput
I wrote one poem The lamp of light or The light of human In light of charming Where baby can born A light of wonders They grow like a thunder In light of emission They get admission A light of reflection They throw their fear for deflection They shine like a moon in a darker sky They bright like a sun to fly and fly They sleep as a dusk To work like a musk They silent like a deep water To become a master They never feel lethargic To turn their dreams as magic ✨ Poet Aarya kumari Mishra.... Can u choose which topic suits on it... the first or the second?.
My first poem😅 lying on my death bed; staring at the fan. entangled in my own thoughts. feeling so embarrassed. i wish it doesn't happen lying on my death bed feeling so embarassed Relis my own company in the darkness gazing outside the window nothing seems weird then why my thoughts death-dealing inside of me i wish something to happen that walk me out of this listening to the music amused my loneliness the melody of the music healing my soul The grief of my life Leads me no-where Thoughts are shattering me but; I don't want Breakage
Envy, oh so green Of a witch's sizzling cauldron that ought not to be seen; And yet tears drive down my face For too stagnant was my very pace And i am quite a withered flower Crept inside my utmost vase. 😭..its awful
So in my English class, we get to choose something to improve ourselves, something that shows progress. I decided to start writing poetry, this was one of my first poems and I would love to know how you think I can improve. Of course kind words are always appreciated, but I would love to know how I can diversify my poem structures and word usages! Thank you for taking the time to read this, here is my poem: ------------------------------------------------------ I bled out in the palm of your hand Something so visceral that I couldn't comprehend The merciful way you love, it's lust and the disillusion of this relation, it rusts Like a folk forsaken prophecy Like the past prerequisites were lost on me Watch my feelings ebb and flow onto your hand and onto the floor
His charismatic character and charm blinded me from the alarm All i saw was his allure, that i failed to see his flaws In the end i got hurt by his claws
So i decide to rewatch again because I too immerse with chat and your beauty 😍😍😍 Btw, I see your hand writing and it's so pretty. Definitely far more better than mine 😂😂😂 By the way Ana, I hope you put a little "watermark" to your poem post at Instagram. Because you know, stealing content, repost and boom, the stealer get all the love and attention for something doesn't belong to that person. From what you give us a glimpse of your poetry, I dunno why I sense someone will do steal it 😭😭😭 I hope you have a great day. Don't skip eating and keep hydrated, Ana 🥰🥰🥰
My poem- I sat down and wondered, Wondered about Sun and stars. Behold the beauty of misty landscapes. And admire you from afar. You looked like a dream, a mesmerizing one. You Remind me of calmness of an ethereal evening sun.. Your smile reminds of sky, a sky in lighter shade. I love you so much and now im no longer afraid. I was afraid of unknowns, afraid of heartbreaks. But if its about you my heart now no longer aches. In your eyes, i find peace, a gentle embrace A love so pure, that it transcends time and space. Your eyes, like galaxies, mysterious and deep. Captivating you in my eyes, i always go to sleep. With hope that my love goves you strength, i end my lines. May these cool breeze carry my love to you, so does these warm sunshines. I wrote this poem for my first love...❤😅
@@Roaring_Universe It's my pleasure! There are a number of poetry writing sites! I do hope when your studies permit, don't you find a suitable site and post your poetry! In the meantime have a look at how others write their poetry, Stay individual!! Regards David 🦖 Regards David
First time I am writing my own poem, Thank u sou much ananeu "Through the rays of the sun , I see u and under the light of the moon, I dream of u Though u live miles of miles far from me, I can still feel the presense of u in the reflection of sea but u will never know how much I love u . "Yes, u will be there in my dream singing across the stream make me imagine the wattpad scenes Yeah, it feels like living in fantasy but it will not gonna happen in this reality To dear me, don't worry one day u will find your dream soulmate who will save u from this reality as a protective shade. " I am just 11 yrs old , so if there is any kinds of mistake , pls comment. And can anybody help me to give a title of this poem ?
This is my first poem can you guys rate it out if 10 please 🙏 I wish that I had Somebody whom I, could share, All the secrets, my heart has to bare But truthfully I must confess, That that person has already left. And even though it hurts to see, that special person go on and leave I know deep down that that is best for me (I wrote this just today)
@@-kizyaha-6411 well done! You certainly write from the heart ❤️ Look forward to reading more from you! If you look at some of my earlier ones you will see the variety of topics and the different structures I have used, some rhyming some not, some shaped, Some sad, some humorous! The more recent ones, are not really poetry, Just me sharing my thoughts! But the only ones should prove more of interest! You will also note that I have narrated them There is another site where you can actually write your poems on which I did to begin with but felt they would have more emotion by narrating them! I haven't written a poem, until about 3 years ago I have no training I just write from the heart ❤️, happy to talk if you wish. Regards David 🦖🦋
(Luckey's departure ) How I was used to be with it ? It was just a bit Like a swift wind It has left , yes he did . How I was used to feel ? It was just a deal . Like a hell wounds It has break all our bounds Was it too heavy ? No , it was very . To be hold on that memory Which I still wanna be carry . Was it too dread ? No , i t was like dead To be hold on that stead Which I still wanna be have on my head
Everyday - an unceasing performance, rehearsing lines that echo from within. Just like a black hole, I am empty space, absorbing roles until they feel like "me". The girl I once knew fades into the void. From deep desire just to be accepted, an insistent voice begins to take its hold, ringing loudly through my fatigued soul, like a virus - it invades every thought, until I realize My mind has turned blank, until I lose My voice to a new "me". Unfamiliar is the voice that speaks out, just a stranger sharing space in My soul
I love all the poetry in these comments! I’m working on getting my poetry book published right now, I have one of my poems on my channel if anyone wants to check it out, I’ll be posting more of them soon 😊
My dearest Holly Those wistfulness filled gaze, her iridescent teal mirrored eyes; Fields of blue hyacinths; above, glamorous sheets of cerulean skies; The familiar scent of apples, where columba once soared and freely flies. My unrequited love, lingers like the roots of a dandelion, or a wild fig tree; Heartfelt lies brimmed with euphony, incapable to divulge with mere plea. adhering oneself to the heart, allowing pending tragedy to unfold; Severed roots of crimson polyanthus, limerence of lovers, befallen. In my cozy little latibule, in which I whelve my emotions untold; albeit an arduous ordeal, eventually, my irenic passion runs cold. To wear your heart on your sleeves, requires to be foolishly bold. ephemeral joys in new things, brief tender morning calls; Howbeit, my flowers of laurestine. If ever neglected, I fall. An ineffable plethora of flora to speak, uttered elated just for two; These abundance of peonies, blooms in a beguiling pink hue; A bouquet of daisies with glee, I am head over heels for you, my dearest holly. My first (actual) poem, I am trying to write a second one, actually. All of the flowers mentioned has a deeper meaning, and blends in with the poem. (Also some of the lines hold different meanings and can be interpreted in a different way.)
Beautifully written with some wonderful metaphors, I also enjoy writing about nature and the ocean 🌊 on my channel to breathe more life into a poem I have started to narrate them. Regards David 🦖🦋
I would like to share the first part of a trilogy I wrote about the love in my life......The Majestic Ocean 🌊 1) THE SEA & ITS FAMILY Surging Undulating Seas Majestic Tempestuous Ocean Nature's Very Own Perpetual Motion. The Seven Seas, The Seven Siblings Of Father & Mother Ocean, Brothers Artic, North & Caspian Vying For Right Of Succession Relentlessly Pushing & Pulling Their Briny Load Across Global Expanse & Way Beyond Competing, Quibbling As Only Brothers Can The First To Deposit Their Spume Topped Swell. Whispering Waves, A Task To Complete Loudly Rushing In, A Noiseless Retreat Teasingly, Caressing The Shoreline Like A Thirsty Cat Lapping Milk! Thank you for reading 🙏🦖
@@rosieeyyyy Thank you!! I live near the sea! And I enjoy writing about the ocean! This poem came from a dream, it was written as a trilogy But it was too long for people to appreciate? So I split into three, this was part 1! David 🦖🌊
As a poet, i have also written poetry inferring Suicide! I was extremely impressed with your poem!! I do hope, that studies permitting, we can talk further about our poetry! Regards David 🦖🦋
guys I wrote smth🫶🏻 i never fell in love, until i saw him. points of view of heart brokens, i now dim. he's a thing, beautiful than the moon. he looks like tulips, which in spring bloom. prettier than the rainbows and adorable than a kitten, he's just a teenager who has made me smitten.
I can see my whole world in your eyes. Waiting for a bliss of sunshine. I know there's not any possibility of we without you and i. Even know that we are not meant for each other. But i am dying for you everyday to see your colourfull eyes. I had randomly wrote this yesterday but i am not able to identify is this is any poem or something else..... Can anyone please tell me what i have written ?
You search for the lost times Of things that shattered from heart Into pieces you shall find the mist memories But still you hope yet again For the memories which reminds you The gain and the lost Making you falling into tears Frozen air making my blood turn into cold like moon freezing my tears Feeling empty in the darkest moments of my soul Trying to light the light But the tears drown from your eyes doesn't allows; Still searching for a light like searching for a diamond in the sea The darkest memories ante deeper than anything else;hoping for light
Yh, that's true (paraphrased): poetry has a way of expressing something you know but can't explain. I get that feeling all the time. I think pretty much every one too
Once we were like two peas in a pod. Her voice, an enchanting Nightingale's song, Compelled me to nod. Her laughter and cheerful, vivid memory were so strong, They eroded life's pains and discord. But in a moment, everything was gone, And I'm still waiting like a moron. Without you, nothing feels like home. The joyfulness from her presence has gone. But I'm still waiting like a moron
So I wrote a poem last night, inspired by (and co written by) my friend, about struggling mentally, depression and recovery (of several things). This is it. *The Swing Set* Every year, winter comes and all the plants die, but their roots stay in the ground and they grow back in the spring. There will always be a winter, but that means spring will always be coming. You just need to make it through the winter so your plants can grow again. Some years, permafrost infects the ground, only thawing a couple times and then freezing back up again. But the grass always grows back again even if it takes longer. Sometimes, it feels like the grass won’t grow. And it doesn’t for a long time. But it does eventually. No matter how long it takes, it always grows back. And while you’re waiting, you can put down some wood chips and set up a swing set to help cope without the presence of the grass. “I don’t have the materials or tools to build the swing set. There aren’t any stores I know of close by.” I have a few pieces you can have, the swing might be rickety or kinda rusty but it’ll be a swing. Or, you could borrow mine for a bit it’s kinda messed up, but it swings sometimes. “I don’t wanna take away from your swing set though.” I can manage for a while i’m quite good at being without a swing because mine falls apart a lot because I don’t know much about building swing sets. Though my swing is rusted, and it’s ropes frayed, a knotted on a good day where it’s not falling from the tree as a result of a squirrel chewing the rope, or maybe shoddy craftsmanship, I will let you have a go and swing as high as you can, and if the rope breaks, I’ll catch you and simply put it back together again.
Just a small contribution about Oneness! IF I HAD JUST ONE WISH!....... If I Had One Wish.... It Would Be To Build A Temple To Celebrate Oneness, Friendship, Unity & Peace. We Would Have No Differences, Or Arguements, With Shared Values. It Would Be Centrally Located In The Middle Of Everywhere. If I Had Just One Wish!.......
Dream I stutter to utter "she". Am I cursed? Aha ha! I glee! No, I am emersed. I do not need to go to Palanga - Her eyes are my oasis. A certain blue - They glitter lustrously. Her fair golden hair - I braid everyday. Her myrrh foundation I paint she with lovingly. Ah, are you Krishna? Your presence radiates his music; An enigma you are, I want to perceive you endlessly. Do not just braid my hair, O my lady! Hug my soul, Hug my soul. Dearest, You are nearest to my heart. So great are you! I faint in your affectionate arms.
I just write something I call a poem and uh- maybe yall can rate or judge it?😭 Attractive and tall, Confident and never fall, Messy and curly locks, Sometimes had our eyes locked, Both are rich brown orbs, Having one trusted friend. Looks gorgeous anytime, Which seems to stop the time, A surprisingly attractive voice, Which is absolutely my choice, Having such a graceful walk, But doesn't really talk. Seems to shine like the sun, Tho are usually calm like the moon, Have a sharp jaw and nose, Makes my heart skips when close, Always in my sight, But always dissapear in a blink of an eye. Tho I know he will never fall, For a girl like me first of all, Different religion also age, Which makes my teen uncles enrage, But I know that it's all up to my settled fate. I made this poem for a special someone that I admire from afar- anyways, what do you think?^^'
This is the first poem I've ever written (I've just written it) Can someone rate it for me and give me feedback on it please? "They said I should forget you But I won't They said I have to get rid of my feeling But I couldn't They said it like I want to keep it But I don't"
Great tips. I'm "a little" older than you, and probably all your audience. I go through phases of wanting to continue writing. Doing rewrites, poetry drills, challenges, and entering competitions will help improve too. Rewrites aren't just about making a poem the best it can be. They're also about expressing the same thought in a different form of poem, style, structure, or what-have-you. They can be a real challenge to stretch your art. Drills are to make you an accomplished poet by making you leave your comfort zone. Write in different meters. Write across different styles of poem. Write parodies of famous poems. There are all kinds of drills and all of them will push your boundaries. I did a poetry challenge with the "I Am" poem this week. I have a narration of my first version and a rewrite in my "Narrations" playlist. The rewrite is as follows: I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber, burning bright. I wonder: wall-rue clothed in morning dew and nodding bonnets of feverfew. I hear hoofbeats, a pursuing wight. The flight ensuing, a penultimate sight I see a deer that dies. Its plaintive cries gave guise to my soul's eyes. I want to shew some daily due of songless birds that frailly flew. I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber, burning bright. I pretend to portend and pensive perbend saddles a Sybil's omen. To you I propend, I feel fealty wielded weightily. They yielded artfully a drama they penned for me. I touch tacit the moulage, a dictum placit, and dutifully dismiss it, a fait accomplit. I worry the fear is as extreme as it is near. "Unseen by no seer!" I cry in plangent, tangential tone I moan, the sounds soft as under leaden loam, "I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber burning bright." I understand with disturbed, drunk despair, the malodorous air that tarries there. I say, nay, lament lugubriously, that silent as a Sarcophagus I sleep. I dream no more of bark-rimed morn, of Sun ascending forlorn, accursed by Aten's lore. I try to redress, and profess profusely that exudes effusely. I aggress abstrusely, "I hope the fancy idol nothing more than an idle fancy idle is." I am the light that chases the night, a spark in amber burning bright.
Something I wrote a while ago that I'm proud of (when I was struggling to find a job in engineering school) I called it "Cover Letter" Hello my name is Charles and I'm set for graduation. Today I'm looking for a job in lies and manipulation. My bones are ground to tolerance by carbide wheels and sanders. My personality complies with ASTM standards. My hobbies are to please you. It'd be very nice to meet you. I'd like to pay my rent someday, I hope that this will reach you.
