This is my first poem so please don't judge but give constructive criticism An Apartment of closed door's A run up stairs to only stop A door, a knock, a slam The Lonely child goes to her room The Door slams a tear drops A Loop of never ending loneliness
Just keep learning and most importantly, keep writing more poems, lots and lots of it while seeking knowledge and nourishing your brain with realness and poetic knowledge.
This is very, very good. For a first poem, it is excellent. My only input is that I think there should not be an apostrophe after the "r" in the word "doors" in the first line, and I would put a comma after "slams" in the second to last line.
You need some skill first. I wouldn't tell someone who's about to start learning to play guitar to just play from the heart. That comes later. First you need to learn some practical technique and some theory, otherwise you're just going to make a lot of noise and you won't get anywhere from there. When I play guitar I play from the heart and don't think too much about it, but I wouldn't have been able to do that if I hadn't practised a lot of technique and theory first.
@@TheTogam maybe, I just started writing from the heart and whatever flowed from my mind. My poetry has evolved with time. I'm a best selling poet on Amazon and people have loved my work. The last two years have been amazing.
i just wrote one, pls give suggestions on how to go with the flow but stick to the main idea Amy step on a dynamic set Vivacious, to persist with the story At long last the lady met What it meant to be the glory Not quite fulfilled, yet she questioned in worry "why am i upset? as for the end to a story?" "Was it the conclusion Or was it the journey? The one which gave me the actual ME"
Hope you'll like it too... Why...why why why Sky always sky ? She never flies She always tries It's all about her... it's all about her She's not better she thinks She's not aware how truly great she is She doesn't know that she's a gem.. among the best things. She doesn't need any wings It's all about her... it's all about her Let her fly, let her touch the sky Let her stand in rain, she's not an insane You think she's always happy, she never gets sad Don't let her think that she's mad So...why why why Sky always sky She never flies She always tries It's all about her... it's all about her She thinks so deep...purely She laughs heartily, you can't ignore She's like this She doesn't cry She's like this She's a dreamer, with wild imagination That takes her to places other can only imagine. She's also like you, with frustration She's a dreamer , she's a challenger She is independent, she's challenging the peak That's what makes her unique She's like this...she's like this And love her for it So what can you say about her who always tries? So what can you say about her who never cries? It's all about her. . It's all about her Sky always sky... the limits of her dreams A canvas is painted with infinite possibilities it seems She never flies She always tries It's all about her.. it's all about her It's all about her. .. it's all about her She makes everyone laugh , It's not the whole story, just a part When they laugh because of her.. she thinks she has won them Smile on someone's face is her World It's all about her. .. it's all about her It's all about her. .. it's all about her She has so many dreams She wants to fly it seems No one understands her . She is always happy they think She's so funny they think She has her own story With the most beautiful glory You'll never understand it It's all about her. .. it's all about her It's all about her. .. it's all about her So why why why Sky always sky ? It's all about her. .
Love is the sunset over the ocean, A fiery blaze of orange and red, A symphony of colors and emotions, That fills the heart with wonder and dread. Love is the first snowfall of the winter, A blanket of white that covers the land, A purity that's both soft and splinter, That makes the heart expand. Love is the warmth of a summer's day, The sun on your face, the wind in your hair, A feeling that never fades away, A love that's always there. Love is the taste of a ripe strawberry, Juicy and sweet, a burst of flavor, A sensation that's impossible to bury, A love that's forever a savior. Love is the sound of a baby's laughter, Innocent and pure, a joy to behold, A love that's forever after, A story that's yet to be told. Love is the embrace of a loved one, A feeling of safety and belonging, A love that's forever begun, A love that's forever sing. Love is the most beautiful thing, A journey of the heart and soul, A love that's worth everything, A love that makes you whole.
This is my first poem Hope is a light that never fades. A guiding star on darkened days It gives us strength to carry on, when everything else seems gone It fills one soul with boundless grace And shine upon every face. A beacon to the heart & mind. It lifts us up when we are down, And fills our hearts with pure delight, It whispers in the darkest night A flame that never dies the light that shines within our eyes A symbol of our deepest dream, the spark that sets our hearts ablaze. And fills our souls with endless grace. So when you're feeling lost and Blue hold on tight to hope And let it guide you to the end.
This is the first poem I’ve ever written so it might not be that good Five little flowers Five little flowers wrapped in a bouquet, they smell of white roses, the elegant mist fusing with the air. It became a new day and the petals are wilting. All except one. The week ends and the sun starts to rise, the flowers are dead and their beauty is no more, but one is still left flourishing with grace One little flower without its bouquet. Please comment your opinion, I’d love to hear it
This is a nice poem if it's your first poem , Try to really get a clear idea of what you are writing and try to understand your thoughts about your feelings that you are going to express .
I’m a rapper. I suck at freestyling so I got the crazy idea to look to poetry for advice to improve. I’ve realised this is it’s own rabbit hole. I will jump in it now.
theme: Morning One's house lightened after the gloom vanished Flowers and lakes glistened under the ray While house to house there's breakfast simply dished Birds awoke to seek for food, as they say My first poem, please give some remarks!!!
I know I’m late,but this is something I wrote after a heartbreak…Here it goes * Pain * He was aching, always in agony Sipping coffee in his balcony He knew the feeling, rare but there Looking at her, playing with her hair Yes it was weird, surprisingly pure And yet he was distant, forever insecure The euphonious voice, melting his heart But it was frail, already scarred He was deceived, but that’s ancient history Why’d she do that, a hurtful mystery So he swore, to not fall ever again But this was something, other than pain There she was, knocking at his door He just ran, overthinking and insecure Was he worthy of her love? I guess we will never know Please let me know if I could make any changes here
This is so heartbreaking and so beautiful! Thank you for sharing your heart and you’re not late. Poets write precisely when they mean to. (Changing up Gandalf’s iconic line)
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor how do you feel about this one? I've never shared much of my poems with anyone yet, but it's kinda liberating tbh This existential crisis of mine Am I destined to burn, rather than shine? Alas, we are all gonna die So why bother, learning to fly? The tremors of impending doom Dear hope, there is no room The hailstorm, wreaking havoc In this mind, a weathered hammock Will someone tend to these burns Or with disgust, their stomach churns I believe someone out there does care What if she isn't real? Too scared to dare Instead, I sit in this solitary lair Giving the dull walls a hard stare So I live on plastering a smile Waiting for the one, I can call mine.
This is my first poem. It may be long, but I felt it was right. Please feel free to give constructive criticism. ||is it just me|| Is it just me? As I walk down my road of misery and terror I always think, "could I have done that better?" All through my life of anxiety and dispare Was I never good enough for them there? Is it just me? Or do you feel this way too As if when you walk you have to just stare at your shoes. Never making contact as you think all the eyes are on you. But it's just the spotlight effect messing with you Or is it just me? Having this thought of whether your liked or not. Its crazy i know but why not, Why not feel the knot growing and growing within your heart. Aching for love and aching for joy? Aching for fun and aching for the happiness. Is it just me or is it you too?
I personally really like this. It's full of emotions and that's what poetry is about. Like the words form a connection from your heart to the readers. I think that's a great achievement. You should keep writinggg
I love how the poet wrote Pretty Ugly because I feel like I have on and off days with this. The poem just describes the mental turmoil that I tend to find myself in.
this is my first go at writing poetry. Your intentions were pure Your dreams so obscure You put that Ray gun to my head You tease me, thrilled me But now you're dead David, oh David What a wonderful dream David, oh David This world can be mean Throwing caution to the wind Living in the dark My inspiration, my muse, oh David, you are.
this is what i wrote for my class lol, its pretty bad but i loved writing it Like No Other Parting the way of the vast greenery-- clouds stretch across the sky of tenderness and fondness we cry is a small pathway of which you and me are very fond of and love so dearly. The sun reaches its rays, not at all shy Dewy honey-colored flowers grow high Coloring this imlerian of beauty. A gentle tone from one to another-- Such vibrant hues, varying greens and blues Moments of loud glee, filled with many "oo's" Rolling hills filled with jubilant laughter. We would come back here if we could so choose; A day spent in this world like no other.
Here’s my poem Disappointed in myself I’ve let myself down Not only myself But everybody around Or is it all in my head Sometimes I can’t tell My mind isn’t reality Its literal hell It distorts my perception and ruins my day Only if I could turn them off and just run away Escape my madness and just be free Live life peacefully anxiety free
I've written a poem or a song I don't know Let me know how's it. ..I'm a beginner Thinking about the day, I fed up Yes it's dark, But I'm confused, What would be my next step? Coz I don't know what to do Coz I don't know how to do In My mysterious thoughts. There exists some hopes But,There was nothing wrong There was no fault, There was none Just... My mind and me My mind and me We were stuck all the night I'm stuck all the night My mind and me, my mind and me We were stuck all the night In my imagination There's some unbelievable creations There live so many dreams A canvas is painted with infinite possibilities it seems Inside me, there's a wish May I see the future Stucking between dark and light It is a torture Inside me there's a wish to hear something from God To chose what's right? In the tension of light I'm wasting my dark My useless thoughts exhausted me For we both want to be free But,There was nothing wrong There was no fault, There was none Just... My mind and me My mind and me We were stuck all the night I'm stuck all the night I'm confused, I have no other way What would happen in light? How would be my day? God says nothing For his response I'm waiting In the thirst of day I'm missing my dark But,There was nothing wrong There was no fault, There was none Just... My mind and me, My mind and me We were stuck all the night I'm stuck all the night And we stuck all the night In between us it is a fight To know between us who's right? I'm convincing my mind My mind is convincing me For, we both want to be free There are no limits , I agreed We both agreed Once we'll accept them We'll go beyond them I agreed, we both agreed So we decided to enjoy the dark In that dark we can see a spark A spark of light Which will make our light bright For this, we fight To know who's right? My mind Or me? For we both want to be free A gleam in the dark we can see My mind and me My mind and me We were stuck In between... Also share your views on my poem with me... What u think about it
This is beautifully written and the repetitive structure you’ve built really gets the reader into a familiar rhythm. You’ve created a relatable speaker and I love how your narrative mirrors the thoughts twisting in someone’s head. Even though it seems like there’s nothing wrong, there’s so much more deliberation and catastrophic battles of thought in the mind. And it can be deafening in the silence of “nothing’s wrong”. I definitely related to it and it really spoke to me. I might change up the wording in a few areas just to make it a bit more readable and grammatical but then again, the regular mind dump isn’t grammatical at all. So it’s up to you whether to embrace that or just tweak a couple sentences. Thank you for putting so much into your work and sharing it! Loved it!
I've decided to start writing again after years of perpetual writers block (cough cough laziness) because of how much it helped me the last time. Here's the first poem I've written, it's not perfect but it's been on my mind to write for a couple days now. 11:11 First focus, soft yet stern sounds strike Unaware eyes view, but not what is there Right in front of them, a chance, an option, Salvation. A break in time, that is Ever accelerating, but for now, It slows. Next realise, soft yet stern coil grips Can you see it? Does it yet cross your gaze? The dynamic vice with a fear of fun, Its fingers held out, relinquishing To you for this moment, a gift, Choose wisely. Last pray, soft yet stern hands rise Broken vision wanders, look in The chamber, that within wanders promises, A dance between time and its captive. Desire and passion for two, I hope it’s enough for one.
i've never written poetry before but i had to for school this is what i wrote- criticism, feedback and interpretations very much welcome No one: Alone, a young girl alone. In the abyss of her mind,she sits in silence. No one hears or sees her pain, She breaks like glass. Her mind scatters, her heart shattered ,her dreams crushed. She's no one. No one sees her struggles. They merely chuckle when she speaks. Door shut, tears stream down her face. She’s weak, so very weak. Life is completely bleak, Like the blank ceiling she stares at; when she can’t sleep. How to change how to change. This place is so foreign, so strange. A smile on her face, no longer a tear. Her Hearts not in shambles, like it was for years. Happy is the strange place she now resides. How long will it be? Till the next time she cries.
Oh I felt those last three lines and the rhyming there really helps it hit home. Beautiful, heart breaking and very thoughtful, I’m getting a lot of mental health messages in this. Thank you for sharing!
The difference between verse and prose is that the latter is intended to catch the reader's thinking function while the former tries capturing the feeling and/or perception processes. Around 75% of readers prefer to buy a novel, an essay, a book of short stories, a manuscript, or any other kind of prosaic literature because it's quite easy to understand the text rather than reading a poem in which metaphors, rhymes, and rhythms are present constantly. To read a poem requires that our feeling and perception functions be activated, for we can "sense " what the poem's author means.
Yes Baka 😖 Understanding Metaphor Is Needed Travelling The Aether Back To You To A Land So FarAway I Feel The Distance In Between Fragment Of The World That Used To Be Speaking Through The River Stream 🎶 😖 Baka 😖
i write proses yet i still use metaphors,although it’s quite easy to understand what i have written and to get an idea on it but it’s much deeper than the surface tells :)
@@Astolof_ChangE_Felix_Saber While your voice's echo resembles the north wind. And through my skin; the breeze whispers to me how sweet your soul may be when sitting before the fireplace and yearning for a better New Year's eve.
@@Ant1quedoll Essentially, writing is about finding one's own style and letting it know to the readers. I'm not such a literary critic, but in literature as well as in other performing arts; the writer and the artist should be honest and convinced for their work to be appreciated.
Lost in the darkness, i see nothing behind me or in-front of me I walk for miles but still nothing to be found, I cry out for help, but no one hears no matter how loud my cry gets, I scream and scream, I scream till my throat Is dry like sandpaper, and every swallow like running a 20 mile marathon , I scream till my voice is sore, and any faint sound I can seem to muffle out is carried away by the wind. After a while I stay quiet realizing it’s just me. I fall in a steep whole, but no one’s there to help, I desperately cling to the walk trying to pull my self up to no avail as time goes on I feel the whole getting deeper, and after a while I’m at peace with my fate.
Beautiful! Love the story structure that starts with chaos and ends with peace. I really resonated with it too, your imagery did the trick. Thank you for sharing!
Thank You so much for this video I really want to start writing poetry because I feel the need to capture my thoughts and associate them with my feelins Its not really a poem but a translation of my thoughts about wind that I tried to describe in an artsy way (original looks and sounds better) Wind turns homes into little grains of sand And robbes us from a treasure burried in them So called life But the wind also makes me feel small in a good way Soothes me, it tuckes me in Its like a mother blowing on her children's bruises to relieve them from pain It gives me relieve Heals Shushes to let me know that its all going to he alright Wind blows away everything except addicting feeling of vulnerability and peace Its like a hipnosis Siren's voice from the unknown oceans spots
Ahem I'm not really good but I wrote a poem for the love of my life. I did take inspiration from Pinterest, but it is my work. Judge all you want, I want harsh criticism: In the pouring rain, we dance together, The world around us fades away like a feather. The rhythm of the raindrops on our skin, Is the music that moves us from within. Our bodies sway, as we move to the beat, Our hearts are full, and our souls complete. We hold each other close, as we spin and turn, Our love for each other continues to burn. As we dance, the raindrops keep falling, Our love for each other keeps on calling. We are lost in the moment, lost in the rain, As we dance and kiss again and again. The rain keeps pouring, as we hold each other tight, We know that we're meant to be together tonight. We kiss under the rain, and our love starts to grow, Our hearts are full, and our passion starts to flow. So let us dance and kiss in the rain, And let our love wash away all the pain. For in this moment, we are one, Dancing and kissing under the pouring sun.
Awwww this is so sweet!! Your poem sounds like a really happy ending scene in a movie and I could see all of it with your descriptions. Thank you for sharing! You should keep drawing deeper into the emotions you felt and the things you saw around you. You may have written that the world around you faded but what was that previous world? Like what we’re you guys wearing? Were you dancing in a specific place that’s special to you? Are there any metaphors you could compare to how you felt? Just a few suggestions but again, so thoughtful!
Great. I've an concept percentage to you and all of poetry lover. Don’t obsess over your first line. If you don’t feel you have got were given exactly the right terms to open your poem, don’t give up there. Keep writing and are to be had once more to the number one line whilst you’re ready. The setting up line is genuinely one difficulty of an trendy piece of art. Don’t deliver it more outsized importance than it needs (that could be a now no longer unusualplace mistake among first time poets).
First poem don’t judge to hard but give constructive criticism The After thought As I sit in the back of the room I wait for a stare a glance a “hey come join us” yet I stayed singled out the afterthought
First of all, I can totally relate wanting to join in a conversation at a social gathering. And the fact that it’s such a quick thought that comes and goes makes the structure a good fit. I think some punctuation might be helpful like in “a stare, a glance” just for some clarity but yeah I really like what you’ve got! Beautiful!
This is my first poem. I am not confident about how I deliver every word, but here it is: His first poem. Passion flaring in the dead of night, Tears of twilight gushed outside. The book is open; a lamp is glowing, for the pen has written its first poem Steam from a cup twirled in the pale light While coffee keeps the writer awake at night. Tears finally ceased, and peace echoed across the room. The art formed by the writer comes to bloom. Night has reached its finale, and the mind is inoperable with the weary body. His eyes closed, ready to rest, for he howled the unsung feelings out of his chest. Please let me know what I can improve.
My short piece, suggestions are welcomed mam 🤗 Slowly pulling me through, a little away, From the demons that brutally flay, Into dreadful nights, to viciously disarray, And push me astray into breathless clay. Inside that bottomless pit, who would stay? Other than bloody demons that savagely slay? Braving the demons in the pit, halfway, I mustered all my courage to disobey. To follow the light, that stood far away, I, with burning spirit, made the demons stay Away from my sunfilled day, Away from my beautiful day.
I really like it! Is it about being brave enough to leave a toxic environment? If not, correct me, as poems are often interpreted differently! :) I really like your use of alliteration and also the anaphora in the two rhyming couplets at the end. I love how it consistently rhymes, but also in poetry, there’s different rhyme schemes you can use instead of every line rhyming with each other, for example AABB, where the first two lines rhyme and then the next two lines after that take on a different rhyme, or ABAB, but it’s really up to you, just wanted to bring that to your attention for future reference, but you’re clearly naturally good at this, keep going my friend!! :)
I wrote this in a dream, usually anytime or read or write anything in a dream its totally nonsensical but this stuck Grip, rise, slip, move Move, slip, rise, grip Grip, grip, grip Or else let go to fall or fly Makes me think of icebergs.
Great tips. I really liked your poem In A Shadow. I like to write ambiguous poems too and writing a poem/haiku a day is an excellent exercise, has really helped me improve.
This is my first sonnet, so please be easy on me lol “Shall I care not about his grin today Or when he’d change his hair to lay precise I must remember to go fly away I must remember, don’t repeat it twice The way we used to lock hands in the night How he said that his love thrived ever so I see and write on what is purely white That maybe I should have just let him go Forgive, Forget, as he told me before The words growing as I shrink from the shame But there I have the pure strength that I store That I shall never let a duff man claim And so I say to myself, deep within Never ever let it happen again” Is there anything I can improve on?
This poem was for my first ever creative writing class project so I know it's not that good but please don't judge me 🥺🥺 Thorns are in hands from the roses you've picked, Lips are sewed by the needle you didn't pick, Eyes examining every mask hiding kink, Feet bleeding from broken shards of glass, With every little step there is a scar on your heart, Every innocuous smile is holding behind a knife, Devilish Saint or saintly devil it's really hard to decide, Hypocrisy is something you can easily find, But kindness is something for which you have to strive, Words injure more than a blade can, Staying away is the only thing that can save my hands, From chocking myself away from the world, Is it really too much to assert! That I want to be alone in MY TURF!
This is my first poem, so sorry if it makes little sense. Tempest Vermillion the flames of the soul burn The burning bush the spirit yearns Deep in sorrow does it rest The bush of flames meets the flesh Quiet bodies call for Him Pushing them back, the tempest spins Collecting the damned goes the storm In the flames the spirit had Burns the bodies of the dead Not the dead that found the bush But the dead that faced the howling push
This is my first ever poem its decent for a starter¯\_(ツ)_/¯: Listen to me dear. There is nothing to fear Go train your mind to make a gear. For all the sadness you can hear. These words will soon be scratched. So able your mind to attach. Whom is real to tell me im fake. And in fakeness he made a lake. I surpassed and forgived him. Surpassed him like a piece of cake. Train and be strong. So in live you can move along. Unbeatable that was made from scratch. Thus no one can ever match. If you try to drop a tear. Remember death is always near."
Umm... I've no experience. This is my first ever poem and I'll learn from now on. So...here it goes(I hope it's good) Who is the real me? Is it the happy and cheerful me Or is it the sad and depressed me? Maybe, I'm the real me when I'm alone. The real me is maybe the one who sobs alone, And the one who cries because she cares. I know this really doesn't look like a poem but well I gotta start else I can never learn
im tyring to get into poetry and this made me start really really getting into it im checking out your channel and its so cool its making me want to go to college or something now
I'm not an introvert👁👄👁 Anyway this is my first poem so pls don't judge❤ A toast to the dreamers A toast to the dreamers, who spend their time in their head A toast to the dreamers, who read to escape reality Dreamers, who write to heal their hearts Dreamers, who can't seem to relate to real people Dreamers, who live in a fantasy world Dreamers, who fall in love with fictional characters A toast to us,The Dreamers
I’m not much of an introvert, but I do enjoy all of your writing tips. I enjoy your channel and try to keep up with all of your new content. Nice haircut BTW
My heart ached. My heart ached for a love that was unreturned A pain that pierced by soul and left me burned I longed for her words of comfort, her bright smile and her embrace But all I had were memories to trace. Was told I was wrong, but i hanged on Refusing to believe that hope was all gone Despite the doubts, other threw my way I held my ground, and chose to stay. I longed to hear her voice, her sweet embrace And gaze upon her eyes whose love could never be replaced Bull all I have are dreams and memories, a few Of what could be, if only she knew. But still she looked away and left me pained My heart in pieces, shattered and restrained For in her eyes, I saw a love unclaimed A truth that left my heart forever chained. My heart ached. Yet I held on tight, to hope and dreams Prayed that love would be just what it seems From the books I’ve read to the movies I’ve seen Love? It was always portrayed as a beautiful scene. For deep within my heart, I knew the truth That my love for you would bring me ruth A flame that might have burned me down A love that could’ve left me with a frown. And though it may have brought me pain I wouldn't have it any other way Her one smile and I would fall right back My heart ached, in fact. And so I stand here, broken and alone Heart aching so bad, no place to call home But still I hold on tight, to a love so unknown Hoping that someday, I’ll finally find a home. Mahima Thapa
This is heart achingly beautiful. 😉 I love how you break the poem into two distinct sections. It shows your ability to tell a story and show how the speaker’s emotions affected them in real and raw ways. I also love how the speaker is learning as their heart is aching. So amazing! Thank you for sharing!!
since everyone is sharing their first poems i wanna share mine finally its time not the time you will be mine but the time i let you go and all will be fine loved you all this time even when we didnt align you can make anyone fall with a beauty so divine but why does it feel like a crime like i shouldnt be called yours and you shouldnt be called mine whats the reason i cant define maybe its the way we decline maybe because you've drawn the line how i can never be your prime despite you being mine well love isnt returned all the time so after all this while i should let you go shouldn’t hurt myself more of how you ignore finally its time the time i let you go
One of the most common tips is to read poetry. But I find it sooooo difficult to read poetry. It’s very hit or miss for me and it’s hard to analyze. Poems feel so elusive to me 😅 But I do like writing poetry when I’m in the mood.
Right? And when it comes to looking for poetry, where do you start? There’s so many different authors and moods and styles and eras and then you have to read them several times to understand them (or confuse yourself) here’s hoping we find our poetic inspiration somewhere…
I've just started out with poems, never knew it could be so fun this is something I've recently written, criticism and tips are highly appreciated! Joy Here it is, the great release A very needed moment of peace As I look up at the cotton-filled blue space, and get wrapped up in a relaxing haze The sun is bright Rain always light Birds flying around, and nothing is too loud The cloud kingdoms stand so high Majestic and enticing Like those birds, I wish I could fly For this dull life is tiring Take me away, I say, up there is where I belong! My arms I flail, but to no avail I shall look all day long. The sun being bright fills my heart with delight Time has slowed down My soul no longer frowns
This is my first try so please don’t judge but Life is like an ocean Dangerous and broken Waves that can drench you and make you pout, waves that can suffocate till you drown out Fire that can burn the world, fire that can save your world Nature that can fill the dark hole in your chest, nature that can ripe it further till you cannot rest Air that you crave, air that you need to be saved In this sea of life you can stay or become its prey In this ocean, People become frozen Some loved ones can’t even save those who were chosen.
I know I’m late but this is my first poem and I would like to know how it is The want Have you ever felt the want? The want takes hold of me The want to have The want to love The want to feel something Something other than hatred The feeing of hatred as I look at myself in the mirror The feeling of hatred as I mess up something so simple The feeling of hatred from other people as they look at me “Freak, freak” they say “Ugly, ugly” they say “Disgusting, disgusting” they say And they are right
I relate to the poem 'preety ugly 'in a different way as a teenager in my early teen age I was too conscious about my appearance and personality so at that time i used to relate to the msg you get by reading the poem in right order but as I grew a little older I realised how preeety i am and how good of i person I am from within so i now relate to the msg u get by reading in backward direction. I really like this poem.
Sleep I want to sleep Starving for good rest In a slumber so deep All my worries put to rest Soft and cosy, my bed all night full of adventure I just want to lay there, dead As I am full of ecstasy and pleasure I made this right after i watched the video. sorry if the English is bad.
truly appreciate the fantastic video you shared with on the topic of poetry - it was truly inspiring and captivating. Thank you very much for taking the time to share this valuable resource
Got inspired to finally explore this topic by "O Captain, My Captain" by Walter Whitman and L. Claessen, a Dutch poet. Thinking about Whitman's poem sends shivers down my spine man I love it.
Fear The thing where climax changes Confidence go and fear come Afraid of going long ranges Courage like a burning candle Fading away in an instant dangle -Mr.Gns
My thought with the poem was rather than interest the authors feelings, I was thinking perhaps ignore the person and focus on what was actually said ? Not sure now I’ve written this do I understand my question… oh well I’ll post anyway
Okay so this is my first ever poetry actually it doesn't rhyme at all still- I can cross thousands of ocean And still drown in your eyes I can be lost in thoughts of mine And still find you in every wave I can die with all my fantasy And still can't bear you seeing nightmare I can be broken in the smallest piece possible And still shine for you I can tear my life apart And still sew your favourite shirt heartily I can be blind And still behold the beauty of your dead petals I can shrink the universe within me And still adore every inch of galaxy in your soul Even though I hesitate asking Can u even put your phone aside When I come by your side??
I'm a beginner poet, here's my most recent poem. please give constructive criticism! If you clear the fog, What’s the point if you don’t know Your destination? Driving without a license and no rhyme or reason. Tank half empty and a leaky tire Too scared to call a mechanic, Too embarrassed to ask for help. Not smart enough to try, Too stupid to survive. Too broken to be valuable, Yet too kind to die. If one man’s trash is another’s treasure, How can it be treasure If all who have come across it Has deemed it Trash?
Tip #1: study theory of literature Tip #2: study the fundamentals of poetry making Tip #3: ready tons and tons of poems in English, from "Beowolf" to the contemporary authors Tip #4: write your stuffs and ask to a professional writer to evaluate what you did Tip #5: practice makes perfection
Heyy guys I've just started writing poems and this is the first poem I ever wrote Do you know why the sun burns? No why? Because the moon is a stone thrown away From the earth, But the sun never is getting what it's worth, Staring from far Waiting for the moon to get away
Want to know how this is ..... (Ok with negative reviews) You love poetry, One that laments your soul. You want handwritten cards, Sunflowers and midnight walks, You crave a romance that lasts. Your brightness dispels insurmountable depths of darkness, Even your lifeless imprints,Senses so impassionate, You are elated and ecstatic, But Also sad and blued. Your liveliness makes died alive, But your own loneliness, beyond eternity. You endure pain so well, Your dilemmas of life, Scares death itself. You imply pain through pieces of poetry, But who cares enough, to know? But besides the ragging suffering, And hopeless fictitious fantasies, There's so more to your life, Something that makes you different, And makes you more alive.
[1st ‘ENGLISH poem’ written by Mr. MADHUKARAN Avinash Sookur [ I hope you will enjoy it…] “You will be crowned with fruitful dividends…” Down memory lane …… I long for the Saint Lane …… Wandering nowhere, thy brow ain’t knit here!!!…… Wondering now here, tomorrow Saint Street there!!!…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 To whom do I belong? 💔 Will Your return be long? 💔 Pondering was I the whole year long…… When will we walk along? 💖 When will we talk alone? 💖 Pondering was I the whole year long…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Do appear Lord for a greet, 💖 To ruin thy grand adversary in thy daze… 💖 Who appear lured for a greed 💔 To ruin thy grand anniversary in thy gaze… 💔 I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 To whom do I belong? 💔 Will Your return be long? 💔 Pondering was I my whole life long…… When will we walk along? 💖 When will we talk alone? 💖 Pondering was I my whole life long…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Thy grand sinner will set us lively ablaze, 💔 And strike us over push and pulls, the whole night long…💔 Thy grand winner will let us likely amaze, 💖 And stride us over bush and pools, the whole day long…💖 I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 To whom do I belong? 💔 Will Your return be long? 💔 Pondering was I the whole age long…… When will we walk along? 💖 When will we talk alone? 💖 Pondering was I the whole age long…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Thy grand adversary will ‘bloom’ stingy evils, 💔 And hell us with his ‘helly’ spirit again, the whole week long…💔 Thy grand anniversary will ‘broom’ stinky devils, 💖 And help us with His Holy Spirit again, the whole month long…💖 I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 Down memory lane …… I long for the Saint Lane …… Wandering nowhere, POW!!! Thy brow ain’t knit here!!!…… Wondering now here, WOW!!! My bro! Saint Street there!!!…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 💖💖💖 👼 👼 👼 N.B: ''POW!!! ''.......... means....... ''Prisoner Of War!!!''........... ''grand adversary'' means......... ''adversary who.... is making claim to or creating an appearance of (often undeserved) importance or distinction''.... “Anniversary” means ‘’the coming of the Lord, to save us all……’’ ''grand anniversary'' means.......... ''anniversary.... which will make a strong or vivid impression''.... ''adversary'' = ''satan''............ hahaha ........ even the dictionary fears to give the meaning of ''satan''.............. lol........... hahahahaha........ ✌✌✌ [PEACE]… ...............................💖💖💖 [MADHUKARAN SOOKUR] Avinash Sookur 💖💖💖.......... 👼 👼 👼
This my 11th poem (i started writing last year) i would like to know what you think: A Deer Between Wolfs and Lions Its lonely in this world people going after each other like wolfs and lions So much hate that only storm clouds feeds and fire eats like a wolf the deer Then, there is me, hears the birds sing the good is still there, believing but its hiding, I am searching, searching for more, for more than hate and storm clouds for more than fire that spreads out I am not a wolf, not a lion, not even a singing bird I am just that deer, hiding from this fear The deer who searches for love, kindness, pure heart in the woods that fire haven't burned, in mountains that storms and strong wind haven't destroyed in town, between wolfs and lions, searching for another deer for another pure heart just to bring back hope and love.
This poem is so beautiful and puts such a fragile, pure but real perspective of the world that is broken and scary. As a reader I can relate to the deer a lot! Where are the people I want to call friends and the world I want to call safe? It really is hiding but it’s something we can search for and find. Go deeper into the chaos of the storm clouds and fire and even deeper into the safe paradise and people that this deer envisions. The poem is beautiful as it is but that would be my only suggestion. Amazing work! Thank you SO much for sharing!
I don't know if it sounds like a poem.. it's my first time please don't judge 😭.... So many colours But he was the brightest So many flowers But he was the prettiest Why did she leave him then? She replied... Because he was precious He was the prettiest among all the flowers Sadly she was among the flowers
My test poetry When no way opens to you Remember that you are not the one you suffer Remember that the way to happiness is built under sadness Remember God has already chosen the bath The destination is already written So it's just a matter of time following and making it's way to the next steps So the is no need to more overthinking and sadness over sadness Maybe I am not good In writing But I am still learning how to write Like they said Don't lose hope and remember this live is just a cercle of try again and try again
I still don't understand meter in a poem. Is there a simplified way of understanding it? When I write poetry, I don't think about meter when I write, am I supposed to?
This one poem I made for school but I thought was too good to forget: beethoven Through soot, I birth a heart of mine Though barred I am like blinded bodies, And swore I did I knew its shine, None compare to hear through smiles. Ok, I suddenly want to make one rn even tho I desperately need to sleep: Although, We Are Fated Sometimes, I lament that Death doesn’t notice me When I think of him And all other days, It seems childish and silly This crush from such whim And when all nights come, Often I do remember Of those who see me So I’ll let Death be And although we are fated There are, always, other things
So, I kinda just grabbed a notebook and pen and started writing. Hope you guys can give me some pointers: An old home A broken door A shattered window. You can’t see this, Not from where you are. You’d have to be inside the house to see it. The damage. And even then It’s muddled. Stay outside. Because it looks happier from afar. It looks warmer there. For when you’re inside, The lights go out & you’re trapped.
I came to poetry by way in both expression and A voice that won't be silented. That thirty plus years ago. And I Did really good at it. But I have no love for the educated Precise grammar got a degree on the wall type person's. But, they do have a point in how they feel as well. Give me my Bohemian street slang lived every word I've written. Cause that's my voice. Just as anyone should find themselves in that calling. The End. Wonderchek ///.
Look so um this is my first poem please help be criticisive Ink on paper The only way of communication All the words I've heard that pinned my heart against the wall of my flesh the monster who comforted me Never leaving even for a moment I don't understand am I the only who had felt that? The monster will soon come and eat my soul Still can't hate them In the end it's just me and them I think everyone learned to with them And I'm the only one running behind always too late Maybe they were taught,maybe? If yes then where is person who teach me Teach me what you be wondering I don't know maybe the reason of life or in short how to love
I love this! Learning about life and love through writing is such a powerful and exhausting tool. It can be a monster sometimes too. In what ways is the speaker running behind besides life and love? That might be cool to explore.
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor Well you know I was kinda struggling and whenever I try to make friends after sometime they get angry abt something and leave even when I try to be better everyday I just can't understand what is my fault yea so that's abt it 😭
This is my first poem so please don't judge but give constructive criticism
An Apartment of closed door's
A run up stairs to only stop
A door, a knock, a slam
The Lonely child goes to her room
The Door slams a tear drops
A Loop of never ending loneliness
I would suggest more figurative language and rhymes but other than that's really good :)) good job
This is really beautiful. Just keep going, your brain will get better at it.
Just keep learning and most importantly, keep writing more poems, lots and lots of it while seeking knowledge and nourishing your brain with realness and poetic knowledge.
This is very, very good. For a first poem, it is excellent. My only input is that I think there should not be an apostrophe after the "r" in the word "doors" in the first line, and I would put a comma after "slams" in the second to last line.
@@gagagagagagagagagaga3509 not all poems rhyme
Just write from the heart. This is coming from a poet. Put all of your emotion into your writing. Don't think about it, just write
Preach!
You need some skill first.
I wouldn't tell someone who's about to start learning to play guitar to just play from the heart. That comes later. First you need to learn some practical technique and some theory, otherwise you're just going to make a lot of noise and you won't get anywhere from there.
When I play guitar I play from the heart and don't think too much about it, but I wouldn't have been able to do that if I hadn't practised a lot of technique and theory first.
@@TheTogam maybe, I just started writing from the heart and whatever flowed from my mind. My poetry has evolved with time. I'm a best selling poet on Amazon and people have loved my work. The last two years have been amazing.
@@TheTogam poetry and guitar isn't the same thing. Their two different skills
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i just wrote one, pls give suggestions on how to go with the flow but stick to the main idea
Amy step on a dynamic set
Vivacious, to persist with the story
At long last the lady met
What it meant to be the glory
Not quite fulfilled, yet
she questioned in worry
"why am i upset?
as for the end to a story?"
"Was it the conclusion
Or was it the journey?
The one which gave me
the actual ME"
Hope you'll like it too...
Why...why why why
Sky always sky ?
She never flies
She always tries
It's all about her... it's all about her
She's not better she thinks
She's not aware how truly great she is
She doesn't know that
she's a gem.. among the best things.
She doesn't need any wings
It's all about her... it's all about her
Let her fly, let her touch the sky
Let her stand in rain, she's not an insane
You think she's always happy, she never gets sad
Don't let her think that she's mad
So...why why why Sky always sky
She never flies
She always tries
It's all about her... it's all about her
She thinks so deep...purely
She laughs heartily, you can't ignore
She's like this
She doesn't cry
She's like this
She's a dreamer, with wild imagination
That takes her to places other can only imagine.
She's also like you, with frustration
She's a dreamer , she's a challenger
She is independent, she's challenging the peak
That's what makes her unique
She's like this...she's like this
And love her for it
So what can you say about her who always tries?
So what can you say about her who never cries?
It's all about her. . It's all about her
Sky always sky... the limits of her dreams
A canvas is painted with infinite possibilities it seems
She never flies
She always tries
It's all about her.. it's all about her
It's all about her. .. it's all about her
She makes everyone laugh ,
It's not the whole story, just a part
When they laugh because of her.. she thinks she has won them
Smile on someone's face is her World
It's all about her. .. it's all about her
It's all about her. .. it's all about her
She has so many dreams
She wants to fly it seems
No one understands her .
She is always happy they think
She's so funny they think
She has her own story
With the most beautiful glory
You'll never understand it
It's all about her. .. it's all about her
It's all about her. .. it's all about her
So why why why Sky always sky ?
It's all about her. .
This poem is so well done and drawn out to a point that I can recognize the person the speaker is describing as someone I know. Thank you for sharing!
Love is the sunset over the ocean,
A fiery blaze of orange and red,
A symphony of colors and emotions,
That fills the heart with wonder and dread.
Love is the first snowfall of the winter,
A blanket of white that covers the land,
A purity that's both soft and splinter,
That makes the heart expand.
Love is the warmth of a summer's day,
The sun on your face, the wind in your hair,
A feeling that never fades away,
A love that's always there.
Love is the taste of a ripe strawberry,
Juicy and sweet, a burst of flavor,
A sensation that's impossible to bury,
A love that's forever a savior.
Love is the sound of a baby's laughter,
Innocent and pure, a joy to behold,
A love that's forever after,
A story that's yet to be told.
Love is the embrace of a loved one,
A feeling of safety and belonging,
A love that's forever begun,
A love that's forever sing.
Love is the most beautiful thing,
A journey of the heart and soul,
A love that's worth everything,
A love that makes you whole.
That is definitely more than 6 lines
THIS IS SO GOOD
Well that was just gorgeous 🥰
Beautiful poem😁
Can I just say I AM JEALOUS ❤️❤️🙂🙂
This is my first poem
Hope is a light that never fades.
A guiding star on darkened days
It gives us strength to carry on,
when everything else seems gone
It fills one soul with boundless grace
And shine upon every face.
A beacon to the heart & mind.
It lifts us up when we are down,
And fills our hearts with pure delight,
It whispers in the darkest night
A flame that never dies
the light that shines within our eyes
A symbol of our deepest dream,
the spark that sets our hearts ablaze.
And fills our souls with endless grace.
So when you're feeling lost and Blue
hold on tight to hope
And let it guide you to the end.
So very beautiful! Thank you for sharing!
Holy moly this is beautiful
omg it’s amazing!
Have to get this tattooed
This is your first poemm wow its so beautiful 🫶🏻
My first poem, you inspired me - criticism is welcome
This is your FIRST poem?! I would’ve thought you had a whole collection out this is so good!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor damn
very very pretty
This is beautiful
THIS KS SO GOOD??
Woahh, she's soooo dreamily enchanting, beautiful. Am I the only one who'd to rewind the entire video to actually listen what she was saying?
Aw theeeenks
This is the first poem I’ve ever written so it might not be that good
Five little flowers
Five little flowers wrapped in a bouquet, they smell of white roses, the elegant mist fusing with the air.
It became a new day and the petals are wilting.
All except one.
The week ends and the sun starts to rise,
the flowers are dead and their beauty is no more, but one is still left flourishing with grace
One little flower without its bouquet.
Please comment your opinion, I’d love to hear it
pretty decent to be honest! nice start though
This is a nice poem if it's your first poem , Try to really get a clear idea of what you are writing and try to understand your thoughts about your feelings that you are going to express .
I like it! Keep going
this is amazing!
So beautiful 😭
I’m a rapper. I suck at freestyling so I got the crazy idea to look to poetry for advice to improve. I’ve realised this is it’s own rabbit hole. I will jump in it now.
Please do
theme: Morning
One's house lightened after the gloom vanished
Flowers and lakes glistened under the ray
While house to house there's breakfast simply dished
Birds awoke to seek for food, as they say
My first poem, please give some remarks!!!
So pretty!! It makes me think about my old neighborhood in the morning
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor Thank you so muchhhhh!!!
I know I’m late,but this is something I wrote after a heartbreak…Here it goes
* Pain *
He was aching, always in agony
Sipping coffee in his balcony
He knew the feeling, rare but there
Looking at her, playing with her hair
Yes it was weird, surprisingly pure
And yet he was distant, forever insecure
The euphonious voice, melting his heart
But it was frail, already scarred
He was deceived, but that’s ancient history
Why’d she do that, a hurtful mystery
So he swore, to not fall ever again
But this was something, other than pain
There she was, knocking at his door
He just ran, overthinking and insecure
Was he worthy of her love?
I guess we will never know
Please let me know if I could make any changes here
This is so heartbreaking and so beautiful! Thank you for sharing your heart and you’re not late. Poets write precisely when they mean to. (Changing up Gandalf’s iconic line)
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor how do you feel about this one? I've never shared much of my poems with anyone yet, but it's kinda liberating tbh
This existential crisis of mine
Am I destined to burn, rather than shine?
Alas, we are all gonna die
So why bother, learning to fly?
The tremors of impending doom
Dear hope, there is no room
The hailstorm, wreaking havoc
In this mind, a weathered hammock
Will someone tend to these burns
Or with disgust, their stomach churns
I believe someone out there does care
What if she isn't real? Too scared to dare
Instead, I sit in this solitary lair
Giving the dull walls a hard stare
So I live on plastering a smile
Waiting for the one, I can call mine.
Bro loved your poem
@@V.-. thanks!!
These poems are so great! Keep writing!
This is my first poem. It may be long, but I felt it was right. Please feel free to give constructive criticism.
||is it just me||
Is it just me?
As I walk down my road of misery and terror
I always think, "could I have done that better?"
All through my life of anxiety and dispare
Was I never good enough for them there?
Is it just me?
Or do you feel this way too
As if when you walk you have to just stare at your shoes.
Never making contact as you think all the eyes are on you.
But it's just the spotlight effect messing with you
Or is it just me?
Having this thought of whether your liked or not.
Its crazy i know but why not, Why not feel the knot growing and growing within your heart.
Aching for love and aching for joy?
Aching for fun and aching for the happiness.
Is it just me or is it you too?
I personally really like this. It's full of emotions and that's what poetry is about. Like the words form a connection from your heart to the readers. I think that's a great achievement. You should keep writinggg
This is a beautiful poem 😢. Well done 👍🏽
It is a masterpiece dude
@@shaistahkhizar96 thank you :)
@@khushisri9603 thank you very much! I have kept writing, but sparingly. As I don’t have much time :) I have a few more I could share!
I love how the poet wrote Pretty Ugly because I feel like I have on and off days with this. The poem just describes the mental turmoil that I tend to find myself in.
Isn’t just horribly perfect???
this is my first go at writing poetry.
Your intentions were pure
Your dreams so obscure
You put that Ray gun to my head
You tease me, thrilled me
But now you're dead
David, oh David
What a wonderful dream
David, oh David
This world can be mean
Throwing caution to the wind
Living in the dark
My inspiration, my muse, oh David, you are.
Beautifully heartbreaking!! Thank you for sharing!!!
this is what i wrote for my class lol, its pretty bad but i loved writing it
Like No Other
Parting the way of the vast greenery--
clouds stretch across the sky
of tenderness and fondness we cry
is a small pathway of which you and me
are very fond of and love so dearly.
The sun reaches its rays, not at all shy
Dewy honey-colored flowers grow high
Coloring this imlerian of beauty.
A gentle tone from one to another--
Such vibrant hues, varying greens and blues
Moments of loud glee, filled with many "oo's"
Rolling hills filled with jubilant laughter.
We would come back here if we could so choose;
A day spent in this world like no other.
Here’s my poem
Disappointed in myself
I’ve let myself down
Not only myself
But everybody around
Or is it all in my head
Sometimes I can’t tell
My mind isn’t reality
Its literal hell
It distorts my perception and ruins my day
Only if I could turn them off and just run away
Escape my madness and just be free
Live life peacefully anxiety free
You are so brave to be so vulnerable. I can relate to your speaker on a very personal level. Thank you for sharing!
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I've written a poem or a song I don't know
Let me know how's it. ..I'm a beginner
Thinking about the day, I fed up
Yes it's dark,
But I'm confused,
What would be my next step?
Coz I don't know what to do
Coz I don't know how to do
In My mysterious thoughts.
There exists some hopes
But,There was nothing wrong
There was no fault, There was none
Just...
My mind and me
My mind and me
We were stuck all the night
I'm stuck all the night
My mind and me, my mind and me
We were stuck all the night
In my imagination
There's some unbelievable creations
There live so many dreams
A canvas is painted with infinite possibilities it seems
Inside me, there's a wish
May I see the future
Stucking between dark and light
It is a torture
Inside me there's a wish to hear something from God
To chose what's right?
In the tension of light
I'm wasting my dark
My useless thoughts exhausted me
For we both want to be free
But,There was nothing wrong
There was no fault, There was none
Just...
My mind and me
My mind and me
We were stuck all the night
I'm stuck all the night
I'm confused, I have no other way
What would happen in light?
How would be my day?
God says nothing
For his response I'm waiting
In the thirst of day
I'm missing my dark
But,There was nothing wrong
There was no fault, There was none
Just...
My mind and me, My mind and me
We were stuck all the night
I'm stuck all the night
And we stuck all the night
In between us it is a fight
To know between us who's right?
I'm convincing my mind
My mind is convincing me
For, we both want to be free
There are no limits , I agreed
We both agreed
Once we'll accept them
We'll go beyond them
I agreed, we both agreed
So we decided to enjoy the dark
In that dark we can see a spark
A spark of light
Which will make our light bright
For this, we fight
To know who's right?
My mind
Or me?
For we both want to be free
A gleam in the dark we can see
My mind and me
My mind and me
We were stuck
In between...
Also share your views on my poem with me...
What u think about it
This is beautifully written and the repetitive structure you’ve built really gets the reader into a familiar rhythm. You’ve created a relatable speaker and I love how your narrative mirrors the thoughts twisting in someone’s head. Even though it seems like there’s nothing wrong, there’s so much more deliberation and catastrophic battles of thought in the mind. And it can be deafening in the silence of “nothing’s wrong”. I definitely related to it and it really spoke to me. I might change up the wording in a few areas just to make it a bit more readable and grammatical but then again, the regular mind dump isn’t grammatical at all. So it’s up to you whether to embrace that or just tweak a couple sentences. Thank you for putting so much into your work and sharing it! Loved it!
Thank you so much....for guiding me
ayoo thats soo gud.. i like how u just went with the flow and let it all out
@@isualgThank you so much!
I wish u all the best 🙃
An introvert... with a TH-cam channel?
Now that´s a good subject for a poem.
I’m not the type of person who opens up to people, I want to write poem to express my thoughts and feeling
And poetry is a great way to do that without opening up to people, it’s freeing.
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor Althought it’s great, I don’t know how or wear to start 😭 I’m still confuse even watching this
I've decided to start writing again after years of perpetual writers block (cough cough laziness) because of how much it helped me the last time. Here's the first poem I've written, it's not perfect but it's been on my mind to write for a couple days now.
11:11
First focus, soft yet stern sounds strike
Unaware eyes view, but not what is there
Right in front of them, a chance, an option,
Salvation. A break in time, that is
Ever accelerating, but for now,
It slows.
Next realise, soft yet stern coil grips
Can you see it? Does it yet cross your gaze?
The dynamic vice with a fear of fun,
Its fingers held out, relinquishing
To you for this moment, a gift,
Choose wisely.
Last pray, soft yet stern hands rise
Broken vision wanders, look in
The chamber, that within wanders promises,
A dance between time and its captive.
Desire and passion for two,
I hope it’s enough for one.
So glad that you’re writing again! Hope you keep it up because this is really good stuff! Thank you for sharing!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor tysm! I definitely will haha
I got lost in the sauce 😢
@@peatea16 same bro
i've never written poetry before but i had to for school this is what i wrote- criticism, feedback and interpretations very much welcome
No one:
Alone, a young girl alone.
In the abyss of her mind,she sits in silence.
No one hears or sees her pain,
She breaks like glass.
Her mind scatters, her heart shattered ,her dreams crushed.
She's no one.
No one sees her struggles.
They merely chuckle when she speaks.
Door shut, tears stream down her face.
She’s weak, so very weak.
Life is completely bleak,
Like the blank ceiling she stares at; when she can’t sleep.
How to change how to change.
This place is so foreign, so strange.
A smile on her face, no longer a tear.
Her Hearts not in shambles, like it was for years.
Happy is the strange place she now resides.
How long will it be?
Till the next time she cries.
Oh I felt those last three lines and the rhyming there really helps it hit home. Beautiful, heart breaking and very thoughtful, I’m getting a lot of mental health messages in this. Thank you for sharing!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor thank you so much !!!!!
And the crowd goes wild. Standing ovation bravo bravo 👏👏 keep up the good wrk
@@naegar6384 thank you very much
The difference between verse and prose is that the latter is intended to catch the reader's thinking function while the former tries capturing the feeling and/or perception processes. Around 75% of readers prefer to buy a novel, an essay, a book of short stories, a manuscript, or any other kind of prosaic literature because it's quite easy to understand the text rather than reading a poem in which metaphors, rhymes, and rhythms are present constantly. To read a poem requires that our feeling and perception functions be activated, for we can "sense " what the poem's author means.
Yes Baka 😖 Understanding Metaphor Is Needed
Travelling The Aether Back To You
To A Land So FarAway
I Feel The Distance In Between
Fragment Of The World That Used To Be
Speaking Through The River Stream 🎶 😖 Baka 😖
i write proses yet i still use metaphors,although it’s quite easy to understand what i have written and to get an idea on it but it’s much deeper than the surface tells :)
@@Astolof_ChangE_Felix_Saber While your voice's echo resembles the north wind. And through my skin; the breeze whispers to me how sweet your soul may be when sitting before the fireplace and yearning for a better New Year's eve.
@@Ant1quedoll Essentially, writing is about finding one's own style and letting it know to the readers. I'm not such a literary critic, but in literature as well as in other performing arts; the writer and the artist should be honest and convinced for their work to be appreciated.
Lost in the darkness, i see nothing behind me or in-front of me I walk for miles but still nothing to be found, I cry out for help, but no one hears no matter how loud my cry gets, I scream and scream, I scream till my throat Is dry like sandpaper, and every swallow like running a 20 mile marathon , I scream till my voice is sore, and any faint sound I can seem to muffle out is carried away by the wind. After a while I stay quiet realizing it’s just me. I fall in a steep whole, but no one’s there to help, I desperately cling to the walk trying to pull my self up to no avail as time goes on I feel the whole getting deeper, and after a while I’m at peace with my fate.
Beautiful! Love the story structure that starts with chaos and ends with peace. I really resonated with it too, your imagery did the trick. Thank you for sharing!
Thank You so much for this video I really want to start writing poetry because I feel the need to capture my thoughts and associate them with my feelins
Its not really a poem but a translation of my thoughts about wind that I tried to describe in an artsy way (original looks and sounds better)
Wind turns homes into little grains of sand
And robbes us from a treasure burried in them
So called life
But the wind also makes me feel small in a good way
Soothes me, it tuckes me in
Its like a mother blowing on her children's bruises to relieve them from pain
It gives me relieve
Heals
Shushes to let me know that its all going to he alright
Wind blows away everything except addicting feeling of vulnerability and peace
Its like a hipnosis
Siren's voice from the unknown oceans spots
That poem was beautiful I learned a lot about myself from they short reading
Awesome! Poetry does it again!!!
Ahem I'm not really good but I wrote a poem for the love of my life.
I did take inspiration from Pinterest, but it is my work.
Judge all you want, I want harsh criticism:
In the pouring rain, we dance together,
The world around us fades away like a feather.
The rhythm of the raindrops on our skin,
Is the music that moves us from within.
Our bodies sway, as we move to the beat,
Our hearts are full, and our souls complete.
We hold each other close, as we spin and turn,
Our love for each other continues to burn.
As we dance, the raindrops keep falling,
Our love for each other keeps on calling.
We are lost in the moment, lost in the rain,
As we dance and kiss again and again.
The rain keeps pouring, as we hold each other tight,
We know that we're meant to be together tonight.
We kiss under the rain, and our love starts to grow,
Our hearts are full, and our passion starts to flow.
So let us dance and kiss in the rain,
And let our love wash away all the pain.
For in this moment, we are one,
Dancing and kissing under the pouring sun.
Awwww this is so sweet!! Your poem sounds like a really happy ending scene in a movie and I could see all of it with your descriptions. Thank you for sharing! You should keep drawing deeper into the emotions you felt and the things you saw around you. You may have written that the world around you faded but what was that previous world? Like what we’re you guys wearing? Were you dancing in a specific place that’s special to you? Are there any metaphors you could compare to how you felt? Just a few suggestions but again, so thoughtful!
that poem was sooo beautiful
😊
Damn, I’ve never seen that done before. Really,,,, thank you for telling me about the ugly poem. ❤
Isn’t poetry the coolest??!!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor I’ve been thinking about that all morning. It’s just stuck with me.
Great. I've an concept percentage to you and all of poetry lover. Don’t obsess over your first line. If you don’t feel you have got were given exactly the right terms to open your poem, don’t give up there. Keep writing and are to be had once more to the number one line whilst you’re ready. The setting up line is genuinely one difficulty of an trendy piece of art. Don’t deliver it more outsized importance than it needs (that could be a now no longer unusualplace mistake among first time poets).
So true! Just write like no one’s watching
First poem don’t judge to hard but give constructive criticism
The After thought
As I sit in the back of the room
I wait for a stare a glance
a “hey come join us”
yet I stayed singled out
the afterthought
First of all, I can totally relate wanting to join in a conversation at a social gathering. And the fact that it’s such a quick thought that comes and goes makes the structure a good fit. I think some punctuation might be helpful like in “a stare, a glance” just for some clarity but yeah I really like what you’ve got! Beautiful!
This is my first poem. I am not confident about how I deliver every word, but here it is:
His first poem.
Passion flaring in the dead of night,
Tears of twilight gushed outside.
The book is open; a lamp is glowing,
for the pen has written its first poem
Steam from a cup twirled in the pale light
While coffee keeps the writer awake at night.
Tears finally ceased,
and peace echoed across the room.
The art formed by the writer comes to bloom.
Night has reached its finale, and the mind is inoperable with the weary body.
His eyes closed, ready to rest, for he howled the unsung feelings out of his chest.
Please let me know what I can improve.
My short piece, suggestions are welcomed mam 🤗
Slowly pulling me through, a little away,
From the demons that brutally flay,
Into dreadful nights, to viciously disarray,
And push me astray into breathless clay.
Inside that bottomless pit, who would stay?
Other than bloody demons that savagely slay?
Braving the demons in the pit, halfway,
I mustered all my courage to disobey.
To follow the light, that stood far away,
I, with burning spirit, made the demons stay
Away from my sunfilled day,
Away from my beautiful day.
I really like it! Is it about being brave enough to leave a toxic environment? If not, correct me, as poems are often interpreted differently! :) I really like your use of alliteration and also the anaphora in the two rhyming couplets at the end. I love how it consistently rhymes, but also in poetry, there’s different rhyme schemes you can use instead of every line rhyming with each other, for example AABB, where the first two lines rhyme and then the next two lines after that take on a different rhyme, or ABAB, but it’s really up to you, just wanted to bring that to your attention for future reference, but you’re clearly naturally good at this, keep going my friend!! :)
@@jessbeee_444 really means a lot that you took time to leave some suggestions and appreciation for my work. Thank you beautiful soul💌
I wrote this in a dream, usually anytime or read or write anything in a dream its totally nonsensical but this stuck
Grip, rise, slip, move
Move, slip, rise, grip
Grip, grip, grip
Or else let go to fall or fly
Makes me think of icebergs.
So what you’re saying is…you can write poetry in your sleep??! Very impressive
Yeah I so love writing poetry ,. thank you for your tips 💞
No problem!
Great tips. I really liked your poem In A Shadow. I like to write ambiguous poems too and writing a poem/haiku a day is an excellent exercise, has really helped me improve.
Thank you and yes, a poem a day keeps the writers block away!
This is my first sonnet, so please be easy on me lol
“Shall I care not about his grin today
Or when he’d change his hair to lay precise
I must remember to go fly away
I must remember, don’t repeat it twice
The way we used to lock hands in the night
How he said that his love thrived ever so
I see and write on what is purely white
That maybe I should have just let him go
Forgive, Forget, as he told me before
The words growing as I shrink from the shame
But there I have the pure strength that I store
That I shall never let a duff man claim
And so I say to myself, deep within
Never ever let it happen again”
Is there anything I can improve on?
So powerful!! Structure really adds to the effect and the message. Thank you for sharing!!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor thank you so much!!
this is too relatable. i love it
@@nessie1678 ❤️
I love this video, That mirror poem was very inspiring.
This poem was for my first ever creative writing class project so I know it's not that good but please don't judge me 🥺🥺
Thorns are in hands from the roses you've picked,
Lips are sewed by the needle you didn't pick,
Eyes examining every mask hiding kink,
Feet bleeding from broken shards of glass,
With every little step there is a scar on your heart,
Every innocuous smile is holding behind a knife,
Devilish Saint or saintly devil it's really hard to decide,
Hypocrisy is something you can easily find,
But kindness is something for which you have to strive,
Words injure more than a blade can,
Staying away is the only thing that can save my hands,
From chocking myself away from the world,
Is it really too much to assert!
That I want to be alone in MY TURF!
This is incredible
Thank you very much, Miss... You're my Goddess of poetry .....
Woah! I am????
This is my first poem, so sorry if it makes little sense.
Tempest
Vermillion the flames of the soul burn
The burning bush the spirit yearns
Deep in sorrow does it rest
The bush of flames meets the flesh
Quiet bodies call for Him
Pushing them back, the tempest spins
Collecting the damned goes the storm
In the flames the spirit had
Burns the bodies of the dead
Not the dead that found the bush
But the dead that faced the howling push
This is my first ever poem its decent for a starter¯\_(ツ)_/¯:
Listen to me dear.
There is nothing to fear
Go train your mind to make a gear.
For all the sadness you can hear.
These words will soon be scratched.
So able your mind to attach.
Whom is real to tell me im fake.
And in fakeness he made a lake.
I surpassed and forgived him.
Surpassed him like a piece of cake.
Train and be strong.
So in live you can move along.
Unbeatable that was made from scratch.
Thus no one can ever match.
If you try to drop a tear.
Remember death is always near."
Umm... I've no experience. This is my first ever poem and I'll learn from now on. So...here it goes(I hope it's good)
Who is the real me?
Is it the happy and cheerful me
Or is it the sad and depressed me?
Maybe, I'm the real me when I'm alone.
The real me is maybe the one who sobs alone,
And the one who cries because she cares.
I know this really doesn't look like a poem but well I gotta start else I can never learn
im tyring to get into poetry and this made me start really really getting into it
im checking out your channel and its so cool
its making me want to go to college or something now
Yay I’m glad! Yes pursue your academic dreams!!
I'm not an introvert👁👄👁
Anyway this is my first poem so pls don't judge❤
A toast to the dreamers
A toast to the dreamers, who spend their time in their head
A toast to the dreamers, who read to escape reality
Dreamers, who write to heal their hearts
Dreamers, who can't seem to relate to real people
Dreamers, who live in a fantasy world
Dreamers, who fall in love with fictional characters
A toast to us,The Dreamers
Why is this not a monologue in a play! ??!! Please continue to write poetry!! I am in LOVE!! (Also all extroverts are more than welcome here 😊)
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor Thank you!❤
I can honestly say I began to cry reading this. Please keep going!
@@french2572 Stooooop! Your going to make *me* cry!
This spoke to my spirit 🥹
I’m not much of an introvert, but I do enjoy all of your writing tips. I enjoy your channel and try to keep up with all of your new content. Nice haircut BTW
Glad I can help! That means so much! Thank you for your support.
❤❤❤wow thank you. And i like you such a good teacher and friendly too
Aw thanks!!
My heart ached.
My heart ached for a love that was unreturned
A pain that pierced by soul and left me burned
I longed for her words of comfort, her bright smile and her embrace
But all I had were memories to trace.
Was told I was wrong, but i hanged on
Refusing to believe that hope was all gone
Despite the doubts, other threw my way
I held my ground, and chose to stay.
I longed to hear her voice, her sweet embrace
And gaze upon her eyes whose love could never be replaced
Bull all I have are dreams and memories, a few
Of what could be, if only she knew.
But still she looked away and left me pained
My heart in pieces, shattered and restrained
For in her eyes, I saw a love unclaimed
A truth that left my heart forever chained.
My heart ached.
Yet I held on tight, to hope and dreams
Prayed that love would be just what it seems
From the books I’ve read to the movies I’ve seen
Love? It was always portrayed as a beautiful scene.
For deep within my heart, I knew the truth
That my love for you would bring me ruth
A flame that might have burned me down
A love that could’ve left me with a frown.
And though it may have brought me pain
I wouldn't have it any other way
Her one smile and I would fall right back
My heart ached, in fact.
And so I stand here, broken and alone
Heart aching so bad, no place to call home
But still I hold on tight, to a love so unknown
Hoping that someday, I’ll finally find a home.
Mahima Thapa
This is heart achingly beautiful. 😉 I love how you break the poem into two distinct sections. It shows your ability to tell a story and show how the speaker’s emotions affected them in real and raw ways. I also love how the speaker is learning as their heart is aching. So amazing! Thank you for sharing!!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor this is the first poem i ever wrote also i wrote it after watching this video so... thanks to you i guess
since everyone is sharing their first poems i wanna share mine
finally its time
not the time you will be mine
but the time i let you go
and all will be fine
loved you all this time
even when we didnt align
you can make anyone fall
with a beauty so divine
but why does it feel like a crime
like i shouldnt be called yours
and you shouldnt be called mine
whats the reason
i cant define
maybe its the way we decline
maybe because you've drawn the line
how i can never be your prime
despite you being mine
well love isnt returned all the time
so after all this while
i should let you go
shouldn’t hurt myself more
of how you ignore
finally its time
the time i let you go
You had me interested but scared me with the complicated stuff at the end. :)
Hehe yeah what even is meaning?
I want to learn so bad, it was recommended to me to help all my bottled up feelings and I feel like it will
It really does help A LOT. I know it has for me. So start writing!!
One of the most common tips is to read poetry. But I find it sooooo difficult to read poetry. It’s very hit or miss for me and it’s hard to analyze. Poems feel so elusive to me 😅 But I do like writing poetry when I’m in the mood.
Right? And when it comes to looking for poetry, where do you start? There’s so many different authors and moods and styles and eras and then you have to read them several times to understand them (or confuse yourself) here’s hoping we find our poetic inspiration somewhere…
I've just started out with poems, never knew it could be so fun
this is something I've recently written, criticism and tips are highly appreciated!
Joy
Here it is, the great release
A very needed moment of peace
As I look up at the cotton-filled blue space,
and get wrapped up in a relaxing haze
The sun is bright
Rain always light
Birds flying around, and nothing is too loud
The cloud kingdoms stand so high
Majestic and enticing
Like those birds, I wish I could fly
For this dull life is tiring
Take me away, I say,
up there is where I belong!
My arms I flail, but to no avail
I shall look all day long.
The sun being bright fills my heart with delight
Time has slowed down
My soul no longer frowns
Also, does anyone know of any forums or websites where people can post poems? I want to share them online but idk where
This is my first try so please don’t judge but
Life is like an ocean
Dangerous and broken
Waves that can drench you and make you pout, waves that can suffocate till you drown out
Fire that can burn the world, fire that can save your world
Nature that can fill the dark hole in your chest, nature that can ripe it further till you cannot rest
Air that you crave, air that you need to be saved
In this sea of life you can stay or become its prey
In this ocean, People become frozen
Some loved ones can’t even save those who were chosen.
This is amazing! Thank you for sharing!
I know I’m late but this is my first poem and I would like to know how it is
The want
Have you ever felt the want?
The want takes hold of me
The want to have
The want to love
The want to feel something
Something other than hatred
The feeing of hatred as I look at myself in the mirror
The feeling of hatred as I mess up something so simple
The feeling of hatred from other people as they look at me
“Freak, freak” they say
“Ugly, ugly” they say
“Disgusting, disgusting” they say
And they are right
A poet is never late. They write precisely when they mean to. And thank you for sharing your work!❤️
this is so nice, full of emotions and 100% relateable! keep going!
@@z1xa4 thanks !
Thank you this really inspired me and thanks for the authors 😍😃😀
Yeah thanks for watching!!!
Its Faster than the speed of light
Which can shine threw a pebble
Can break a Heart of Stone at sight
That's a Woman's Love for a Rebel
I relate to the poem 'preety ugly 'in a different way as a teenager in my early teen age I was too conscious about my appearance and personality so at that time i used to relate to the msg you get by reading the poem in right order but as I grew a little older I realised how preeety i am and how good of i person I am from within so i now relate to the msg u get by reading in backward direction. I really like this poem.
Still relate
That poem is so good. ❤
thank you, you are adorable. Very useful video
Thanks! I appreciate it!
Sleep
I want to sleep
Starving for good rest
In a slumber so deep
All my worries put to rest
Soft and cosy, my bed
all night full of adventure
I just want to lay there, dead
As I am full of ecstasy and pleasure
I made this right after i watched the video. sorry if the English is bad.
Thank you for sharing! This is exactly what I crave at the end of the day! You portrayed the need for sleep so ACCURATELY
truly appreciate the fantastic video you shared with on the topic of poetry - it was truly inspiring and captivating. Thank you very much for taking the time to share this valuable resource
Thank you this is very helpful!
No problem! Thanks for watching!
Sound, helpful advice 👏😁❤️👍
Got inspired to finally explore this topic by "O Captain, My Captain" by Walter Whitman and L. Claessen, a Dutch poet. Thinking about Whitman's poem sends shivers down my spine man I love it.
Fear
The thing where climax changes
Confidence go and fear come
Afraid of going long ranges
Courage like a burning candle
Fading away in an instant dangle
-Mr.Gns
Thank you very much for this best video ❤
Love for kashmir (India)💗
Thank you for watching! ☺️
My thought with the poem was rather than interest the authors feelings, I was thinking perhaps ignore the person and focus on what was actually said ? Not sure now I’ve written this do I understand my question… oh well I’ll post anyway
Yeah that makes sense: looking at the speaker’s point of view, not the author’s since we can’t really know what they meant.
Okay so this is my first ever poetry actually it doesn't rhyme at all still-
I can cross thousands of ocean
And still drown in your eyes
I can be lost in thoughts of mine
And still find you in every wave
I can die with all my fantasy
And still can't bear you seeing nightmare
I can be broken in the smallest piece possible
And still shine for you
I can tear my life apart
And still sew your favourite shirt heartily
I can be blind
And still behold the beauty of your dead petals
I can shrink the universe within me
And still adore every inch of galaxy in your soul
Even though I hesitate asking
Can u even put your phone aside
When I come by your side??
your ARMY💜
Looking at your wall i just got amaze please keep going
Your really helping so many people 💜😊 thank you
Aw hi!!! I’m assuming you’re a fellow army!! I will and you keep up your work too!
Lovely video. Happy to discover your channel. Keep up the marvelous work
Thanks ❤
I'm a beginner poet, here's my most recent poem. please give constructive criticism!
If you clear the fog,
What’s the point if you don’t know
Your destination?
Driving without a license and no rhyme or reason.
Tank half empty and a leaky tire
Too scared to call a mechanic,
Too embarrassed to ask for help.
Not smart enough to try,
Too stupid to survive.
Too broken to be valuable,
Yet too kind to die.
If one man’s trash is another’s treasure,
How can it be treasure
If all who have come across it
Has deemed it
Trash?
So good!! I like your structure and your message and I think you can build on both with a little narrative (just a suggestion😊)
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor thank you so much for the feedback!
Awww your video have been helpful
I have written up to five poems
Tip #1: study theory of literature
Tip #2: study the fundamentals of poetry making
Tip #3: ready tons and tons of poems in English, from "Beowolf" to the contemporary authors
Tip #4: write your stuffs and ask to a professional writer to evaluate what you did
Tip #5: practice makes perfection
Heyy guys I've just started writing poems and this is the first poem I ever wrote
Do you know why the sun burns?
No why?
Because the moon is a stone thrown away
From the earth,
But the sun never is getting what it's worth,
Staring from far
Waiting for the moon to get away
Want to know how this is ..... (Ok with negative reviews)
You love poetry,
One that laments your soul.
You want handwritten cards,
Sunflowers and midnight walks,
You crave a romance that lasts.
Your brightness dispels insurmountable depths of darkness, Even your lifeless imprints,Senses so impassionate,
You are elated and ecstatic,
But Also sad and blued.
Your liveliness makes died alive,
But your own loneliness, beyond eternity.
You endure pain so well,
Your dilemmas of life,
Scares death itself.
You imply pain through pieces of poetry,
But who cares enough, to know?
But besides the ragging suffering,
And hopeless fictitious fantasies,
There's so more to your life,
Something that makes you different,
And makes you more alive.
[1st ‘ENGLISH poem’ written by Mr. MADHUKARAN Avinash Sookur
[ I hope you will enjoy it…]
“You will be crowned with fruitful dividends…”
Down memory lane ……
I long for the Saint Lane ……
Wandering nowhere, thy brow ain’t knit here!!!……
Wondering now here, tomorrow Saint Street there!!!……
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
To whom do I belong? 💔
Will Your return be long? 💔
Pondering was I the whole year long……
When will we walk along? 💖
When will we talk alone? 💖
Pondering was I the whole year long……
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
Do appear Lord for a greet, 💖
To ruin thy grand adversary in thy daze… 💖
Who appear lured for a greed 💔
To ruin thy grand anniversary in thy gaze… 💔
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
To whom do I belong? 💔
Will Your return be long? 💔
Pondering was I my whole life long……
When will we walk along? 💖
When will we talk alone? 💖
Pondering was I my whole life long……
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
Thy grand sinner will set us lively ablaze, 💔
And strike us over push and pulls, the whole night long…💔
Thy grand winner will let us likely amaze, 💖
And stride us over bush and pools, the whole day long…💖
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
To whom do I belong? 💔
Will Your return be long? 💔
Pondering was I the whole age long……
When will we walk along? 💖
When will we talk alone? 💖
Pondering was I the whole age long……
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
Thy grand adversary will ‘bloom’ stingy evils, 💔
And hell us with his ‘helly’ spirit again, the whole week long…💔
Thy grand anniversary will ‘broom’ stinky devils, 💖
And help us with His Holy Spirit again, the whole month long…💖
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
Down memory lane ……
I long for the Saint Lane ……
Wandering nowhere, POW!!! Thy brow ain’t knit here!!!……
Wondering now here, WOW!!! My bro! Saint Street there!!!……
I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶…… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶 …… I long…… 🎶🎼🎼🎶
💖💖💖
👼 👼 👼
N.B:
''POW!!! ''.......... means....... ''Prisoner Of War!!!''...........
''grand adversary'' means......... ''adversary who.... is making claim to or creating an appearance of (often undeserved) importance or distinction''....
“Anniversary” means ‘’the coming of the Lord, to save us all……’’
''grand anniversary'' means.......... ''anniversary.... which will make a strong or vivid impression''....
''adversary'' = ''satan''............ hahaha ........ even the dictionary fears to give the meaning of ''satan''.............. lol........... hahahahaha........
✌✌✌ [PEACE]… ...............................💖💖💖 [MADHUKARAN SOOKUR] Avinash Sookur 💖💖💖..........
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Love it!! So epic and longing! Keep it up!
This my 11th poem (i started writing last year) i would like to know what you think:
A Deer Between Wolfs and Lions
Its lonely in this world
people going after each other
like wolfs and lions
So much hate that only storm clouds feeds
and fire eats like a wolf the deer
Then, there is me, hears the birds sing
the good is still there, believing
but its hiding,
I am searching, searching for more,
for more than hate and storm clouds
for more than fire that spreads out
I am not a wolf, not a lion, not even a singing bird
I am just that deer, hiding from this fear
The deer who searches for love, kindness, pure heart
in the woods that fire haven't burned,
in mountains that storms and strong wind haven't destroyed
in town, between wolfs and lions, searching for another deer
for another pure heart
just to bring back hope and love.
This poem is so beautiful and puts such a fragile, pure but real perspective of the world that is broken and scary. As a reader I can relate to the deer a lot! Where are the people I want to call friends and the world I want to call safe? It really is hiding but it’s something we can search for and find. Go deeper into the chaos of the storm clouds and fire and even deeper into the safe paradise and people that this deer envisions. The poem is beautiful as it is but that would be my only suggestion. Amazing work! Thank you SO much for sharing!
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor thank you
this is very cool video thanks for your suggestion and best of up..
Thank YOU for watching! It means SO much!! 😊
I don't know if it sounds like a poem.. it's my first time please don't judge 😭....
So many colours
But he was the brightest
So many flowers
But he was the prettiest
Why did she leave him then?
She replied...
Because he was precious
He was the prettiest among all the flowers
Sadly she was among the flowers
My test poetry
When no way opens to you
Remember that you are not the one you suffer
Remember that the way to happiness is built under sadness
Remember God has already chosen the bath
The destination is already written
So it's just a matter of time following and making it's way to the next steps
So the is no need to more overthinking and sadness over sadness
Maybe I am not good In writing
But I am still learning how to write
Like they said
Don't lose hope and remember this live is just a cercle of try again and try again
I still don't understand meter in a poem. Is there a simplified way of understanding it? When I write poetry, I don't think about meter when I write, am I supposed to?
underrated video asf
Thank youuuuu
I played that intro music too many times for my liking
You had me at "Introvert"
Welcome! This is a safe space for introverts. I’ll leave you alone now ☺️
Im learning poetry for a dnd character
Valid reason
@missintrovert9238 As a side note, I actually do enjoy it a bit. It's a good stress reliever
🙏
Like your vid but is there a vid on adding the abstract creative writing for songs that you can share with me?
This one poem I made for school but I thought was too good to forget:
beethoven
Through soot, I birth a heart of mine
Though barred I am like blinded bodies,
And swore I did I knew its shine,
None compare to hear through smiles.
Ok, I suddenly want to make one rn even tho I desperately need to sleep:
Although, We Are Fated
Sometimes, I lament
that Death doesn’t notice me
When I think of him
And all other days,
It seems childish and silly
This crush from such whim
And when all nights come,
Often I do remember
Of those who see me
So I’ll let Death be
And although we are fated
There are, always, other things
The first one, spell binding. The second, goosebumps! So inspiring to see poets craft their art on a whim!
So, I kinda just grabbed a notebook and pen and started writing. Hope you guys can give me some pointers:
An old home
A broken door
A shattered window.
You can’t see this,
Not from where you are.
You’d have to be inside
the house to see it.
The damage.
And even then
It’s muddled.
Stay outside.
Because it looks
happier from afar.
It looks warmer there.
For when you’re inside,
The lights go out &
you’re trapped.
I’m sacred. And also scared, and not just because I realized a typing error and just refused to fix it…
I came to poetry by way in both expression and A voice that won't be silented.
That thirty plus years ago.
And I Did really good at it.
But I have no love for the educated
Precise grammar got a degree on the wall type person's.
But, they do have a point in how they feel as well.
Give me my Bohemian street slang lived every word I've written. Cause that's my voice.
Just as anyone should find themselves in
that calling. The End.
Wonderchek ///.
Nice sis you rock
Thanks so do you!
oh good
Sunset, moonrise
Starlit world arrives
Birds sleep, rats thrive
But the owl
Makes the night
Alright
Why was that extremely helpful?
Thank you for the video! I'm too shy to share my first poem here though, because it's terrible 👉👈
I’m sure it’s not terrible but definitely no pressure
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor Aw thanks so much!
Look so um this is my first poem please help be criticisive
Ink on paper
The only way of communication
All the words I've heard that pinned my heart against the wall of my flesh
the monster who comforted me
Never leaving even for a moment
I don't understand am I the only who had felt that?
The monster will soon come and eat my soul
Still can't hate them
In the end it's just me and them
I think everyone learned to with them
And I'm the only one running behind always too late
Maybe they were taught,maybe?
If yes then where is person who teach me
Teach me what you be wondering
I don't know maybe the reason of life or in short how to love
It's too long 😭 but I would love your help
I love this! Learning about life and love through writing is such a powerful and exhausting tool. It can be a monster sometimes too. In what ways is the speaker running behind besides life and love? That might be cool to explore.
@@missintrovert_deluluauthor Well you know I was kinda struggling and whenever I try to make friends after sometime they get angry abt something and leave even when I try to be better everyday I just can't understand what is my fault yea so that's abt it 😭
I cant read poetry if i dont know where to find poetry books at and the library where i live at dont have those type of books
You can look up poetry online (poetry foundations is a good one)