I discovered www.poetrysoup which lists styles of poetry
This site shows you examples of haiku, senryu, alliteration, monorhyme
Diminished hexaverse, acroustic, shape poems, rhyme, and much more
The first day I discovered this site I wrote eight poems; all a different style
By the time I branched out to www.allpoetry, I was a bit more confident
I believe that now I know a teensy tiny bit about what poetry is.
Delving into this art for eight years, has not been nearly enough
There is so much to learn; I feel I barely know anything yet.
Here is what I do know. It is fun for me to write every day.
I set a daily goal of ten poems; I usually make this goal.
Have made this goal for four years.
I like sharing my poems, and appreciate every comment.
As a thank you to others, I hold six poetry contests simultaneously.
I would hold twelve, but we are limited to only six.
A thesaurus and scientific fact book for children are my references.
If I run out of ideas I say “what if” and create outrageous scenarios.
I love writing poetry; for I am a storyteller.
Poetry
A whisper to a scribble
The pen scratches against the blank page
an odd and rhythmical pattern
Imprinted into one's soul
Leaving an odd sense of peace or turmoil
Lingering with a yearn
A yearn for something unattainable
Something supernatural
Words standing tall
Reaching and stretching- searching
Desperately trying to
Obtain the unobtainable
Failing time and time again
Only leaving an echo of the words spoken
Or the emptiness of the ones left unspoken
Forever lost in the silence
Empty space
Which can only be filled by the next
Vulnerable moment to be bled out onto an innocent page
I'm riding the train into town,
Enjoying the suburban scenery.
And here it comes -- a poetry idea!
I know it's an idea
'Cause it rides beside me:
Something about the riders
As they all crowd the train,
Rushing, sitting, reading.
I'd like to share with the man on the next seat.
But no! he doesn't want to hear from me.
I'm walking west on Main Street,
Enjoying the sidewalk scenery.
And here it comes -- a poetry idea!
I know it's an idea
'Cause it walks beside me:
Something about the coffee-breakers
As they sit in the donut shop
Drinking, reading, talking.
I'd like to share with the smoker on the sidewalk
But no! she flicks her butt and walks away.
I'm relaxing in a bar,
Enjoying the social scenery.
And here it comes -- a poetry idea!
I know it's an idea
'Cause it watches the people with me.
Something about the folks
As they come into the bar
In one's and three's, and leave in two's.
I'd like to share with this guy at the bar
But no! he's not here to "just chat".
My journal listens.
It's good at that.
But it doesn't answer.
I come with nothing but my name
No shield of pride, no bold demands
Just echoes I can’t still.
A thousand thoughts rise up like waves,
But only ink knows how to save
I am the grief that learns to sing,
The silent hope that blooms in spring
And when the final words are free,
The page will hold what eyes can’t see
The things I cannot flee.
But even then, I’ll rise once more
A poet spilling at her core
For poetry is me.
POETRY IS A RECITED ART
as folk talk
&recite
they naturally
pause
after one breath..
thus gramatical symbols
are superfluous..
tradition calls
for capitals
at beginning of lines ..
but again spoils
the flow
as most will
unthinkingly
hesitate
...thereat
so also ' lines'
as such
are an irrelevance
in this open
context
.,without these things
each person
brings a uniqueness
to the poem..
much as
we all do
when looking at
a work art
or
touching
a tactile sculpture ..
a poem
is
or should be
similar
I write about the day and the night I write about putting
the world to right
I write about happy times I write about the sad
I write about the things that really drive me mad
I write about hate I write about love
I write about the devil and about god above.
I write about family I write about friends
I write about forgiveness and making amends
I don't write about fiction because everything is real
I write my poetry to explain how I feel
I write my poetry as a personal release
I write my poetry to put my mind at peace
I thank you for reading the poetry I write
and understanding that my poetry makes the darkness become light
Writing poetry is in my blood
It's a fairly recent thing
Only been writing for about ten years
It's sure made my idle heart sing
Before I began I stumbled around
Lost my direction in life
Discovered my poetry wasn't too bad
Tried it out on my wife
She encouraged me to pursue it further
Soon realized it WAS for me
My passion has been lying dormant
It's set my idle heart free
There's been a number of turning points
Since I was just a young boy
My life's been enriched in so many ways
Now poetry has filled it with joy
Writing poetry is in my blood!
The Writing of Poetry
Is A Sacred Commitment - - - - -
That's how you
have to look at it
if you're a serious Poet
You've got to take
a Vow to Poetry,
as if you're
married to it.
In a sense you are
But it comes
with it's benefits
and moments of ecstasy,
satisfaction deep down
in your Soul
You would never
have believed that
life can be so fulfilling
So keep at it
being pious and with Faith
You surely can rhyme
Heard this all the time
Poetry is not a crime
It could be sublime
It makes not a dime
Can be done in quick time
Words that somehow rhyme
Pop out from the grime
Slither through the slime
Some of them sublime
One found in Anaheim
Words that love to rhyme
Lemon cake with lime
Atoms with an enzyme
Want to add to this rhyme
Poetry is not a crime
particles
of
inspiration
fire
of
poetry...
Poetry is always here
I have no need to show it
It’s in the sultry autumn air
In the silent place my soul is.
It’s in the dappled sunlight
Filtered by naked trees
In a sweet crisp apple bite
Firm against my teeth.
Poetry is best kept brief
Oft’ times best unspoken
As in a maple’s fading leaf
Lax beauty is but token.
Lips close to words’ delight
While warmth cedes to change
Poets know this never dies
Fast under blanketed weight.
In different dawn’s new life
Poetry comes again
With quickened pulse arise
Lighting sun’s glow within.
ARC, 10/29/2024
Poetry is a dance of words and feelings,
Bouncing off my inner ear;
Laughter, tears and joyous giggling
That only the writer's heart can hear,
A tension playing against life's strings,
Vibrating wildly to my soul's quickening pace;
Rushing, gushing, struggling to be
The first upon the mighty page.
Chula Fleming © 3/16/2015
Poetry is a beautiful art
Poetry is a beautiful art,
That paint the soul of the art,
The poets are the painters of words
And painting every part of the world
A woman is a true identity of poetry,
Surrounded with butterflies more than luxury
The painter flutter her with fancy,
A true identity of friend called Nancy
Every moment spent on this art,
Their is joy that it bring to every part.
Poetry makes you smile and laugh out loud,
The Poet heart soars high above the clouds.
Poetry will always find her way any day
the beauty of poetry will always come our way.
Lively, fluttering fancy will be forever
And words will continue to flow like a rain shower.
POETRY IS MY BREATH
Alone with my thought,
loneliness capture,
my heart in between.
I couldn't comprehend
the mystery behind
heaven and earth.
Then my lamb
brighten every page
of my life.
Trying to read
every single lines
about my future.
The word "poetry"
is the secret behind
my lifestyle..
© PricelessPEN
Albert Einstein said
"play is the highest form of research"
Poetry to me is playing
It is brilliance
It is silliness
It is my heart turned upside down on a page
Poetry is relaxing
Fulfilling
Exciting
Thrilling
Frustrating
Poetry is my go-to-place
Where I find the real me
I used to be embarrassed about it
But it is an obsession now
a part of my soul, and I love it
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