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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 Is A Poem?
What is a poem? May as well ask, What is a bird? If your answer is, A creature that wants to fly, you are in the right place. Some consider the purpose of poetry is merely to create of mundane thoughts something poetic, a sort of polemic or didacticism or biograph dressed up in Sunday clothes. The creation of something poetic is, rather, a consequence, not a purpose. If you wish to give a sermon or a speech, do. However eloquent, this is not quite a poem.
By C S Hughes3 years ago in Poets
A Matrix of Change
There used to be a time when there were limited ways to share a poem: type it, photocopy it, or say it aloud. Of course we know these are what's now referred to as "Dinosaur Methods". I quickly found this out when my son laughed me out of his room after I so proudly shared a Facebook post where I had photo shot a picture of my poem. It was this moment that inspired me to find 'new millennium' ways to share my work. Yes, my timeshare in my comfort zone was bound to be rented by my fearless way forward.
By Joyce Plair-Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Imagery, Lies, and a Ticket to the Circus
When I think about what makes a poem stand out, I think of fantastic imagery. Poems that employ rich descriptions and use details that allow me to fall into the poem and experience it on as many levels as possible — hearing, smelling, seeing, feeling — are poems that I tend to remember long after I first read them. The details are what re-emerge later in my mind. Carefully crafted imagery lends a particular power to a poem, helping to shape the poem’s tone and guide the reader into its unique world. Imagery sets the mood. It’s the candles and jazz of poetry writing.
By Vanessa Jimison3 years ago in Poets
Questions
Questions By Karen CARRINGTON~ I may be young but have a soul of old. Many times that’s been told. The pressures that exist within my realm. My head feels like it’s gonna explode. The constant struggle, the hustle and bustle. Only but a baby, yet have to survive. I made this bed and now I must lie. It may sound sad but Lord knows it’s true. Wasn’t easy for me may be even harder for you. The few that are good may be an insight to you. I’ve learned from those of old. That’s the insight let it be told. Life is no joke, although at times we choose to play. But NEVER no EVER did I think it be this way. What are the Answers to the questions in my mind. Do they even exist, or does it all take time.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets
Search Of The Soul
Search of the Soul By ~Karen Carrington~ You know life just passes by. Constantly I stop and ask myself why. “Why” is the question that swims within my soul. Why am I so deep? Caught up in gaining control. Control of my life. Control of me. I sit and I ponder on my ever sought goals. What are the reasons of why I’m not yet in control? I need to search I need to find. Why it is I’m unable to see. The thoughts on why I cannot be....Totally satisfied with what you’ve given me. Is it unhappiness, is it relief? The answers to my questions are only in grief. Denial to the fact I’m not believing in me. Blind to the fact that I’m unable to see. What it is everyone else sees. So rare, so unique. So passionate, yet so incomplete. Until I believe, that I am what I be. I fail to realize that it is what I see. I wanna stop allowing the negative that brings me down. I want to stop letting thoughts make my life go round. It’s not about “them” it’s all about me. Feeling so totally overwhelmed with all that’s going on. To be so young, yet be so strong.
By Karen Carrington3 years ago in Poets