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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.
What's a Chorus
It’s cause I chorused too early I was trying to stay in tune I really just chorused too early and then I chorused too soon
Autonomous
i just cant help writing bizarre dirty ditties random rhymes about buttholes willies and titties internal mental dandruff
Bipolar vs identity
What parts of me are me?? As I’m here laying in bed I’m wondering, what part of me is truly me,and not formed by my diagnosis or past pain..Trauma has shaped me (even though I walked away, the pain is still with me) no actual escape from the abuse because it altered my brain permanently,,anxiety controls my thoughts, and bipolar gives me only ups and downs there is no middle ground,; I can’t even trust that my happiness is real, or if I’m just in mania,, are my thoughts even my own thoughts??? or do I just need to add another pill to changes those thoughts??? it’s a constant battle trying to figure out if anything that I feel/think is valid.. I miss the me before the 7 year abusive relationship,,the diagnosis,,the worries and children. All I can HOPE is to get a piece of her back. All I was left with is HOPE. The only real part of me,is the genuine HOPE I have for a cure for this madness and for the feeling to be able to trust my happy, to be able to accept love from others,, and to continue being the best mom I can for my child. For an end to this war/madness in my brain,, my head/heart hurts!!! will it ever stop????
katryna reecePublished 2 years ago in PoetsBlinky Billed
So there i was at the zoo one day minding my own affairs mildly aroused by the leaf eating antics of a couple of koala
The Weave
Is there meaning within the weave? A reason why we have to breathe? A good cause for all the endless grief? With a solvable mystery underneath?
If you get asked for a recipe to cook rice
To measure rice grains – per person You can’t acquire this kind of cup for coin ours was (bent and worn)
Richard AbbottPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMy Father Told Me...
My Father Told Me... By: Jonathan Hinternish My father told me someday I will have. Land and food A-Plenty.
Jonathan HinternishPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSaša Milivojev - THE REJOICING SONG
. Grateful to the skies And the darkest nights, To the moon and stars That are my night’s lights. Morning and the Mosques
Saša MilivojevPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMagic
Magic is when you find money on the ground or when you get the last of something you wanted. Magic is when you know something good is going to happen and get a call that brings good news. Magic is when you hit all the green lights when you’re running late.
PerceptionCo.Published 2 years ago in PoetsHow I fell in love with poetry
Missing Feelings — realjema I don’t know what you’ve been feeling looking at you I can tell you need healing Cut too deep now my heart is bleeding I know and hope I got this power in me The only thing I got from you was the billing It went wrong because my mind went missing
How do you know if you're living wrong?
My brain, it won’t stop. My heart, it’s about to pop. I should feel free and alive. Instead, I feel weak and dead inside.
Ashlie CrossPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Answer to Life
come close, bend down I’ve a secret to tell the answer to life lies here, my dear if you read between the lines -
Grace DowneyPublished 2 years ago in Poets