Writing Poetry

Although this is an area that might be full of personal viewpoints my own feeling is that poetry is where language intersects communication in a very special way. Many of the poems I see here are, to my mind, prose arranged in lines to mimic poetry. The visual shape of a poem must, in my opinion feel out the vocalization of a poem and there is a musical quality out of rhyme, rhythm, alteration and a sort of spacial sculpture of ideas that reach across each other with the various mechanics of language. Most of my poems are conceived by my unconscious mind and the words emerge in a kind of zen automatism. The actual writing usually takes about ten or fifteen minutes.
Here is an example of one of my better pieces.

Formation

The patterns of the world wash in
Across the sands of mind
And ripple through the thoughts which drift
And scatter unaligned
'Til gently rocking back and forth
Their edges catch and bind.

They bind and mat in patterns that
Echo those outside
To map the weavings of the world
That glisten, slip and slide
And change in forms extremely strange
Which shatter and collide.

We construct ourselves upon
These waves of sight and sound
Collecting from these drifting thoughts
An entity that's bound
To shifting inside structures
And whatever runs aground.

Here is a good observation. I have read many of your poems. Some are good, some are great and some are just poems that could be great, but are lacking in the love and emotion that I know could make them great. It is as if some of you are writing just to get as many poems out and posted as you can. With hope that a good one will appear out of the bunch. Always Remember this. All of your poems can be a masterpiece if you only take your time, write from your heart with full emotion and maintain good flow. You must have good flow. Without these things they are just another OK poem. Most of you and you know who you are, have been blessed with a wonderful gift of writing poetry. Always write as if the blessing you have been given is worth everything you are.

Your friend in poetry

Roger Horsch

Not normally one to post poems in the discussion forums, but this one kind of tells " how" , and why I write. Not that I think I am in any way am worthy of advising anyone..........but sometimes I just feel like sharing.


Inside Out

A delicious secret will yield to a smile
And amazement makes you gasp out loud
Anger’s intensity necessitates screaming
At sleep, you can’t prohibit dreaming

As tiredness will compel a yawn
Darkness must give way to dawn
Hilarity, with abandon spills out a laugh
Curious as a cat, you can’t help but ask

An aching inside gives flow to tears
Pounding heart coincides with fear
Deep satisfaction sets free a sigh
When grieving you can’t help but cry

Fertile emotions can’t be suppressed
Poignant outpourings spilling into script
The pouring out, is the filling, of the lyricist
Cleansing by disclosure of consequence

hi............I invite and request to read my poems and tell me more about their genesis and effect..................i will be grateful.Thank you. Soumia Sarkar

Hello everyone, Here is some information that could help a lot of poets
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To make your poems great you must always make sure that they have good flow. What I mean by flow is. Picture in your mind how water flows smoothly downward and over rounded obstacles. The flow seems to be uninhibited and everything flows together smoothly. But if there is an obstacle such as a sharp rock or a tree branch in the water it can cause ripples thus causing the water not to flow smoothly. The difference between good, very good or great can be nothing else but the flow of your poem. Always go over your poems over and over again changing what is necessary to make them flow. Always remember that if your poems motivate you and they are drawn from your emotions and your heart to the point that you can feel them. And they have good flow. You will always have the best.

Keep writting and I invite all to read my poems to see what I mean about the flow of a poem. Roger Hoesch

I am going through a problem with writing at the moment it is not the wall I just cannot write what is in my head what can I do

An angle dove

A dove flies above this trinity’s Buddhist temple
Whom do I have to say to..??
I hope Brahma can change the dove to be an angel
To avoid Siwa to hate to..! !

it is my poem, please give some opinions

The Black Stallion
By Sophia Engel

Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
Rural, black and Deadly I am

Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space
I speak the unspoken word
of mother natures brutal world
Rushing winds
And tearing storms
Threatening yet not achieving
To bring me down

Pride of herd
The leader
The stallion
Sisters and brothers
I live ever-watchful standing by others
Watching, listening
For threat and danger

We run and gallop
Through wind and rain
Never stopping
Never resting
A kaleidoscope of colors
Flying through the forest pride
Through nettles, thorn and deadly tide
The short, the tall, the long of mane
No two ever the same

I know the chance
I know the fear
I know the forest ways
I live on the edge
For death crouches near
I feel its breath on my neck

On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold
Strength and bravery rage inside me
Natures will always guide me
Through wind and rain
To high and low
Over cliffs and Mountain tops

I have died in battle twice already
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

Yet I survive
I take each step with pride
I am ever loyal to those who seek
The free life, the wild life
For I am feral and wild
For I am the Black stallion
The King of the wild

Discuss ways to improve your poetry.....THIS DOES NOT MEAN POST YOUR POEMS HERE.
Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas about how to write better....AGAIN, THIS DOES NOT MEAN POST YOUR POEMS HERE.

It is so annoying to see these self obsessed attention seekers destroying these forums.And even more pathetic the few who reply to them and encourage it.
Get help and stop posting ya crap here ffs

Forget

I forgot to forget
I remembered to remember
Winter sun sparking your eyes
Setting them alight –
warming me,
Memories
Aspirations
Dreams
that you spoke
Still etched in your face
for my witness,
Lost in the breeze,
Twirling through the trees,
Dancing in the wind,
As we watched the seasons pass
Nonchalant
Coolly unconcerned – by definition,
I tried
But the wind blows past
I breathe in the dance
And I forget to forget.
I remember.