Writing Poetry

IMPORTANCE OF TIME
MANA WQAT NE KUCH KARAMAT TO DIKHYI,
PER AB VO MAZA KAHA JO NADANIYO ME THA,

To my Heaven

Pink blossom trees
With boat sailing down the river
Singing with my charming thee
no matter whatever
Living with endless glee!

Lighting thunder?
Just the beats for dancing free!
Raining pour?
Just brewing your sweet tea!
no matter whatever
Be worry-free!

My heavy luggage
Please go away!
Don’t block my way
For my happy sleigh!

Oh! My Dreaming heavenly world
Where are you?
You are so far, far
far away…

Take me to my perfect heaven
Where Pink blossom trees
With boat sailing down the river
Singing with my charming thee
no matter whatever
Living with endless glee!

This is a poem I recently write to express my feeling.
Please give me some comments after read it, thx ;)

I find that writing poetry that rhymes is easier for me than poems that don't :) many people say that they find non-rhyming poems too easy. I just find them more popular: I mean, look at all the famous poets: Maya Angelou, Shakespeare, Robert Frost- many of their poems are popular and remembered because of the rhyming. But that is what I think, what are the opinions of others?

Poetry is a way to express your feelings.Therefore, when you feel something and you want to get it out just write a poem.However, if you don't know just get a paper and right down what you feel and try to compare it to something to make it more creative.For instance, " seeing you like that was like drowning deep down in the ocean..where I can't breath" (example of you seeing something bad happening to someone you love) .After you finish writting what you feel, try to rearrange it, see which line should be first, try to put them into paragraphs(each paragraph is about something a little bit different than other paragraphs but still about the same subject) Finally, if you did these steps you can change some words put rhymes to make it sound even better.

~Aisha Alansari

The poet/philosopher G.K. Chesterton once said that “If we were real enough we should all talk in rhyme.” Chesterton believed that rhyming is one of our first pleasures, learned in the nursery where all important things are learned. This is certainly something to take into consideration whenever one is discussing poetry.
While 19th century poets like Kipling and Tennyson were the rock stars of their day, poets today are more often than not unknown entities, and poetry has essentially become a lost art. This may be due in part to the fact that the contemporary definition of poetry no longer includes words like rhythm, rhyme, and meter. Today, a poem is little more than poorly punctuated prose that is centered on the page. And sometimes it’s not even centered!
But how many of us have staples like Kipling’s “If” or Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade” permanently etched into our memories?(Or, for those who enjoy more contemporary verse, “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost?) If you are one of the many who has memorized one classic piece of poetry or another, you might want to ask yourself how long that poem would have stuck with you if it didn’t rhyme.
Like Chesterton, I believe the world would be a nicer place if, like a Dr. Seuss cartoon, everyone spoke in rhyme. While I’m unable to do so in my own day-to-day discourse, I have done so with all of the poetry I’ve written. Those looking for the rhythm-less, meter-less prose considered by the literary elite to be poetry probably won’t like anything I’ve written.
If, however, you number yourself among of the silent majority that considers Clement Clarke Moore’s timeless verse about Saint Nick to be real poetry, then the things I’ve posted may be right up your alley. For, while I would never be so pretentious as to compare myself to iconic bards like Kipling, Tennyson, Moore, Frost (or even Dr. Seuss!) , I have been told that I have a penchant for the rhyming art. Unlike so many other contemporary rhymers, who feel that hip hop music is the only place for a serious rhymer, I have chosen to ply my craft in a more traditional way.

This is a terribly disorganized forum. There is no moderator or director, so everybody just posts anything everywhere. This section is for comments about writing poetry. Techniques. Tips. Technical things. Advice. Yet I see complete texts of poems here and appeals to comment on poetry when there is a clearly marked section for critiques. I see rhymed poetry posted in the free form workshop. Without a monitor to straighten this out, , it's like the forum overgrown with weeds. It makes everyone look like simpletons or rank amateurs, and it takes the fun out of it for people who are interested in a mature poetic discussion. The only solution to this is please THIMK what you are posting and where you are posting it. For all of us. Thank you.

Hello beautiful people! I just updated my profile on poem hunter and added some poems to my profile. Please read, like, and comment on my poems. you could also send me messages and share your poems with me. it would a great pleasure reading, and writing poetry with you.

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Waiting.18157

In the course of
Waiting
My heart creep’s
My psyche
Marvels
Even when I hate
Waiting
I wait.

When will the
Answer
Come?
What will the
Answer
Be?
I wait
On the HEAvenz
Patiently.

While waiting,
The temptations
Alarming,
Knocking on ma door
Like flowing
Tributary,
I escaped some,
Some trapped me.

At last,
Thanks to the
HEAvenz,
I free me,
Then the answer
Came
At an hour I do not
Expect.

Spring Blooms

The bitter fearless frost departs
The snow has being dismissed
A vibrant spring has given birth
The harsh winter wont be missed

A dormant land begins to stir
The frost admits defeat
Nature starts to come alive
Submerge its winters sleep

Vibrant colours start to scatter
As spring is now in bloom
Luscious flowers come to life
A scent of sweet perfume

Lambs leap around with joy
Birds all sing together
Buds flourish out in bloom
I season all do treasure

Golden rays of sunshine
Rise in skies of blue
Dry away the winters tears
And clears the dancing dew

Springs bought all back to life
But the cycle passes through
The sun beats down like thunder
As summers now in view