On paper to
Express in part,
Thoughts from me
I am not well-versed in all the styles of poetry, although I am learning about the different forms: ABC, Ballades, Sonnet, Visual, Lyric, etc. I read somewhere that professional poets write poetry that doesn’t rhyme. I have also read that many poets focus on each line of their poems until they reach perfection. I guess that would put me in the “non-professional” realm, as I just write from my heart and don’t stress over every single word. I would hope I continue to grow in this art and my expressions will continue to change; for now, I embrace what I receive from writing and I hope others will see their words as worthy as well.
One of my favorite poets is Robert Frost, I love how simply he writes. His poems don’t usually rhyme, which I think is ok and kind of refreshing. I seem to make all my poetry rhyme, not really intentionally, it just seems to happen.
The Road Not Taken By
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I admire so many poems written by everyday people as well. I was browsing Pinterest and found some musings worth sharing:
All this time
The Sun never says
To the earth,
“You owe me.”
With a love like that.
It lights the
Written by a 14th Century Sufi Poet Hafiz
And another about perfectionism and fear of abandonment:
you told me to undress
i said, “i don’t know how-
my walls are so high,
i can’t reach around
I’ll start with my buttons-
you go brick by brick
i know it’ll be hard,
i’ve built it up thick
and i’m sorry for wasting
so much of your time
but how can i see your heart
when i can’t even see mine?
and i will talk about life,
and children, and laughter,
the feeling of never getting
what you’ve been after
and i will cry over reasons
that you’ll never find out
and i never really know
what i’m smiling about
and there will be a time
when i know you won’t care
because no one ever stays
when i am finally bare.”
Both of these poems, while one is encouraging and the other evokes sadness, ( and frankly makes me really sad for the person) represent how poetry is used in different ways to express a state of mind or an opinion about the world or a personal struggle. The point is, no one has to really love your poetry but YOU. Just as we all aren’t accepted in the world and this is normal, your words will not be understood by everyone. If they help you to heal, they have fulfilled their destiny. In my humble opinion.
Personally, poetry is a way to get my thoughts out on paper in an artful way. I will read back on them and know exactly what I was facing at that time. I also love positive poetry! It seems like a wonderful time in my life can be heightened by putting the feelings I have into a short and concise written form.
What is poetry to you? I would love to hear how you relate to the artful expressions of your thoughts.
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