Will I explode inside a dream? Will I land into a poetic nirvana?
John Keats, Maya Angelou, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning are three of my favorite poets. There are many great poems. I love reading poetry from different poets.
It's finished already. Please. Please!
Awoken by the sound of whirling winds
Far stronger than the pleasant summer breeze
Phlegmatic I must be to make my way
Through dangers that drive ev'ryone to flee
That is a start - but if you look at what you have written, it begs to be a sonnet.
if you want to render this in a classical style, that would...
The waves rush
Me, I stand
Under the lust
Of a foreign land
The world’s dust
Destined to sand
Metal to rust
By divine hands
Trying to put the words together,
But I’m feeling more frustrated than ever.
Laying here letting my mind wander,
As my feelings for you grow fonder.
Every inch and every mile,
Forever captivated by the thought of your smile.
It's an imagist poem so think of it as a photograph. The poem uses enjambment in each of its four stanzas. The first stanza even highlights how the syntax of the run-on line reflects the meaning being conveyed: we read ‘So much depends / upon’ and depend upon the continuation of the poem into the second line...
i know there are many types of poems but could you give me the rules i have to follow to write a poem. oh and i don't want to write a free verse poem.
Quivering thighs rescue the belching god-dammit of the iron donkey.
Purpose intervenes in the convention of sea sponges.
Why am I victimized in the attack of the thought purple?
Didn't the pebble grinder get his fair share of words?
Did the queen turkey bite the shine of the...
Your foiled fake media coups are waiting in slick shoes and Chemotherapeutic massages whilst your skulls rot in bequeathed tweed suits.
A parade of corn marches past.
"Christ a Jew? Who are you?" the mayonnaise replies.
Vegetable verbiage crackles and squeaks.
As the elastic and garlic tumble,
in delirious and elongated orgasms,
the horseman looks on, but cannot perform.
The saddle worn.
A porn born.
Use end rhymes and lines at whatever length. You can also use connotation, metaphor and allusion, etc., to condense the theme, just like any regular poem does.
I don't have any noes
CLOVER OF DOVER
Hover sweet Heather, over the clover, under the thunder of the insect dragon.
Heal sweet Heather, heal the hurt, remove the dirt from my beer sausage; from my wretched, twisted and demented circuitry.
"Bring me my hot dog" my dear Debbie moans.
Morbid sighs, silken thighs, conceal the...
I am that 'poet'. I suppose I might do anything that triggers passion within, whether it be through music, food, exercise, any creative activity, really, or reading, meditating..., spending time in nature (especially by the water, forest or mountains), with friends and family, sky-gazing..., or just plain...