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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.
E-Racism
It’s exhausting to keep cover On the thoughts inside your head To hold your lips together When you’re racist, born and bred
Teri LaBuwiPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHow Do You Measure Success?
How Do You Measure Success? By Roberto Alago Once, at the Southside Church in Jonesboro, GA, I heard the preacher say “not everyone measures success in the same way.” In an instant the words for this poem began to flow through my mind...
Roberto AlagoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA map of the dreamworld.
A map of the dreamworld. How to get there What to do once you arrive This place is unlike others. The maps are fictional, the directions are confused. I can take you there, but it still wouldn’t be the right place. You. You have to follow the signs of this world. The clues.
Rosie StantonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHow to Analyze a Poem: Part 2
Welcome back! The second part of poem analysis will continue from the first part, starting off with Step 5 of the analysis.
UniqueFAYSPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHow to Analyze a Poem: Part 1
So you would like to know how to analyze a poem, perhaps for school purposes, personal improvement, or even just for fun. Well, you've come to the right article. Peom Analysis is subjective and meaningful. Have you ever just read a poem and thought, 'what does that even mean?' Well that's because most poets don't like to hand their thoughts on a silver platter, you gotta work for it buddy. Though I said that, I'm also here to spoon feed you the process. So in a simpler structure, poem analysis can be done by following a few steps.
UniqueFAYSPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHow to pick the perfect avocado
How to pick the perfect avocado - First, pay attention to where you are versus where avocados grow, And give thanks to the MANY hands who make this quest possible.
@choosethesmilesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsBumping into Linear Time
I rang in the new year like many of us did, home, seperate from the people who inspire us to get sparkly and stay up late to cheer and kiss in unison, while wearing old pajamas. Between you, me, and the cats, I went to bed before midnight. A sort of attempt to outrun the loneliness. As these things go, I woke up for no good reason at 11:48PM to pee.
5 Creative Ways to Make Money Writing Poetry
When you think of poetry, you don't really think about it as a way to make money. Poetry is a beautiful way to express yourself and share a piece of your heart with the world. As a poet, I have always wanted to make money doing something that I love. I had always wondered is poetry profitable. I quickly learned that I would not get rich, but I could make some side cash. If you're a poet and you want to make money, I have some tips for you. Listed below are five creative ways you can make money writing poetry.
Jacqueline VeraPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Leader
The leader will stand For all into one The sum of his fears Is a product of none He has learned to fight fair On this life battlefield
Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 3 years ago in PoetsHow to Write a Book Poem
Maybe you want to write poetry, but can’t find the words, or perhaps you’re already eloquent and poetically blessed, but are looking for a new direction, or maybe you’re just looking for a fun way to be creative. If any of these apply, writing a book poem might be for you.
I Am Not A Writer
I am not a writer. And yes, this begs the question: Why do I write? I don’t really know. I’ve tried to find the answer to this question for years. My family and peers who know that I love to jot thoughts on my frustrations and fears have inquired before. Maybe it’s because when I speak I tend to play verbal hopscotch and my pronunciation is poor. Or maybe it stems from a childhood where I was expected to be seen and not heard so the words that my voice knew how to express were the ones I got off my chest and onto the page. Maybe I write to let go of the rage I’ve kept bottled inside for so long. While other children were getting coddled and recognized as the pride of their parents, my own made it painfully apparent that I could do nothing but wrong. No matter how hard I tried, in their eyes I was and I would always remain unimportant. So maybe I write because this awakened a dormant desire to be able to speak my truth. Maybe I write to inspire the youth to be proud of their voice and encourage them to make the choice to use it boldly. Maybe I write because of the people that told me I couldn’t make anything of a paper and pen. Maybe I write to contend with my demons. There are probably hundreds of reasons I’ve chosen to transfer my reflections into poems and prose. But I suppose that maybe I write in hopes that my words will reach the heart of someone that needs them. And even if that number is only one, I will write. If my words can resonate with even one soul then my own will find peace. Maybe I write because I believe in the power of open expression. I write my impressions and thoughts and honest confession; I don’t care whether you like them or not. Maybe I write because I feel free and alive when I read through my rhymes and each line reminds me of the good and bad times that have made up my journey of life. Maybe I write for my own peace of mind. But I also write for you. I write to help you understand the things I’ve been through to become who I am, help you peer into my heart and mine pumps ink. Maybe I write because when I think it is often overly so and excessive, and I’m most expressive when I am performing my craft. Or forming a draft that might never get finished. Maybe I write to adapt to a world that is constantly spinning. A world that threatens to leave me behind if I’m not consistently penning my speculations on every intriguing concept, challenging different views, and putting things into context. And maybe one day I will look back and reprocess all these long texts that comprise the majority of the contents of my mind and realize it was nonsense this whole time as if writing wasn’t wired to my cortex nor the fire at the heart of my every fiber. And I would not be surprised. Because I am not a writer, alright? I don’t even know why I write. But despite the lack of a why, I don’t think I could ever stop. These thoughts that run rampant through my brain will not be contained or neglected. Rather gathered, collected, and laid bare for the world to see that there rests in me a force with which to be reckoned. I will not waste a second of my time or a chance to promulgate, proclaim, or publicize my stance on any given issue, topic of discussion, or simple delight. No, I am not a writer. But I will not miss my chance to write.
Youri JosephPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMourning Lost Writings
How does a writer function after losing all the years of writing they have ever written? How do they cope? All the emotions, knowing they can't get those writings back; word for word anyway.
RoseinbloomPublished 3 years ago in Poets