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Abdul Wahab


What Turns It Into A Poem


I wish to be a poet
So I keep writing poetry
Without knowing any technique
Nor I know anything about it
So I blindly use words rhyming
At the end, in the middle or beginning
But slowly I learn though it enhances its sweetness
But hampers the way blossoming the theme
So I need a shift which I take
And turn to tell truths
By virtue of their convictions
They become books of logic or philosophy
But they never become anything like poetry
Again I need a change which I take
And set to use figure of speech
Then, they become
‘’This is like that
That is like this ‘’
Again I need a change quickly which I take
Since then at every point
I keep changing
Like a river
And let emotions flow like water
Still I wonder
If they turn into a poem
Or remain a stream of gushing murmur.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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  • Wahab Abdul (7/30/2013 6:29:00 PM)

    Good


    Malteaseher..1 minute ago
    Its all about the flow and you definitely have that :) (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (7/30/2013 6:28:00 PM)

    Good


    Malteaseher..1 minute ago
    Its all about the flow and you definitely have that :) (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (7/30/2013 5:59:00 PM)

    I like your poem, questioning your own thoughts is poetry, others may analyze them, but you write.


    Bobby Ferguson3 hours ago
    I like this, your thoughts may make you question, but remember, and rightly so, we are all different and need to be, other may find what you question very understandable, (easy to relate to) we don't all like the same books or music, I understand where you are with this, we all need to be in that place, It's where we find thoughts, I like this, well done. (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (7/30/2013 5:55:00 PM)

    Very Relatable To Myself


    Chris Gordon3 hours ago
    I really like the way this is written as well as what the poem is speaking about. I have trouble writing poetry sometimes because it just seems like a game of conformity, like the poem has to be written in a certain correct way when that's not true at all. (Report) Reply

  • Denis Martindale (7/30/2013 4:51:00 PM)

    I wrote this new poem based on your thoughts, what turns it into a poem?

    tinyurl-DOT-com/sublime-rhyme-time

    Either increase the text size or click the main poetry page instead. (Report) Reply

  • Denis Martindale (7/30/2013 4:01:00 PM)

    You talk to yourself and invite the reader to share your thoughts. Poetry is when you've edited your thoughts, created a brilliant sequence of phrases, or merely the commonplace, then presented it because you think it's worth sharing. What you do in the thoughtful stage may not be considered as a finished work, merely a draft with a few rhymes.

    When I write, I choose the 8,6,8,6 rhyming style because it helps me get the job done. It isn't the best of the best, just the jist that does the job. Your style is musing over the words and phrases and ideas. So you're used to this style.

    If ever you wish to adopt the 8,6,8,6 style, then maybe you'll make compromises you don't want. That's your poetic licence, your freedom of speech, your portion, your gift, So feel free to explore. Feel free to expand, because pretty soon, the creative process enhances your desire to write more and share more.

    Poetry is all about the sharing... You've shared almost 900 works already. (Report) Reply

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