7 ways poetry can make your writing better
Before we get started... In the Army, a saying I frequently heard was, "this is a way, not the way." Essentially, there are a lot of methods and approaches to pretty much any problem, and you never want to get so deep into the idea that there's only one way to get there that you fail to be adaptable.
When I reach the peak, And view the paths And roads I’ve walked, run Crawled along the way If I shed a tear, or quiet grow, Let it count as prayer, most sacred kind For all the dreams that drop behind For all the things we lose with time For all the things we gain and keep, For all the living done asleep.
A lot of nonsense...
I have seen the tears enough to know they don't add up; I have seen the smiles, and know they don't subtract. In all of these oceans, in all of these lands, a drop in the bucket and lives like the sands, and where I started is a faded memory that seems like a fairy tale from here.
Drive: and now, eventually
"There's a tone of voice reserved for affection, the kind that says even just the thought of you has given the other person a pleasant dose of brain chemicals. It comes with newest loves and oldest friends, and drops a soft veil around two people that makes all the rest of the world seem significantly less important."
Sideways Glance at Life
There's pain in sunset beauty, It hurts to even look, To see a shining crack in clouds, The moment is the hook. And I can't explain the music, That blossoms in a soul. The feeding of the hunger By examining the hole.
Shush, shush, shush, shush… Tires whispering a song, Stirring rain and highway Grit into a message my Heart is glad to take at Surface, for once; it’s been So long since I was ready To look at anything that way.
"Ben, if you could only see it…" He shook his head in disbelief, Dropped his hands onto his knees, Adjusted down into his seat.
The way I've walked, this path of Saul, So often been just stuttered stall, Could be a dance, the shuffled steps, With feet that flew, and pace that crept.