I always said
that you had to show-
not tell me.
Because sometimes,
I don't understand.
Like when you met her,
You told me you fell in love.
I had to ask why
because sometimes
I don't understand.
But then you showed me:
i. How her smile makes knees tremble
ii. How her humour makes you laugh
iii. How her eyes pull you in
Then, I understood.
Now I'm one step closer
to being able to write
about somebody you love
with justice.
Making the words into a being.
Rather than a snippet of a Sunday morning
drabbling with no purpose, story or life
other than being something
which you sell on to make
money before the ink is even
dry.
Hello there sir! If I could just show you here,
a painting by none other than myself – glorious!
I have painted for many a rich man like yourself.
Take in my colours, the way the light soars on down
and perfectly lights my subjects face – superb!
I am a perfect candidate for your choosing right here!
Hello good sir, I am but mediocre in this craft
I have little knowledge of drawing the hills, however,
my skills in anatomy and hands are showing through.
Please pick my work, I only strive to improve.
What nonsense this boy speaks! His art is worth nothing.
Compare his forehead to mine, what do you see?
I have lines which show my
If I were to
descend
into solitary abyss
would I shatter
into fragments so sharp?
Like glass
that has been pushed
too far.
If my mind were to
crumble
into sand
colourless dust
would I be any
different
than the beasts
that haunt me?
If my heart were to
s t r e t c h
Further than life
and death
could I make a wish
to make pretty people
die?
To harsh?
If I were to
close
my eyes for more than
one moment
It's better than living
with you
Remember when we rode in the sand?
Our chariots colliding
We ruled the land.
Remember when I got you in trouble?
I thought it was funny
You made father bubble.
Remember when I took off that night?
The truth unfolded
I was coated in fright.
Remember when I questioned my life?
Those words that they spoke
Stuck like a knife.
Remember when I killed that man?
In fear and panic
From you I ran.
I remember when she took me in
While I was consumed
By deadly sin.
I remember when he opened my eyes
And my cries were lifted
To the skies.
I remember when the bush was red
God was there
And he said:
Holy ground you tread upon,
Take
Allow me to introduce myself, I am hope.
The light in the darkness, the shield in battle.
Encouragement, help when needed.
When beliefs are stolen, I am here.
The light in the darkness, the shield in battle.
Hold me for for all to embrace.
When beliefs are stolen, I am here.
Worship me, as I guide you.
Hold me up for all to embrace.
Encouragement, help when needed.
Worship me, as I guide you.
Allow me to introduce myself, I am, hope.
“Make sure you come back alive” they said.
You’ll be strong.
You’ll be a hero.
We’ll all be proud.
Many times (when I dodged the bullets)
I thought of them never holding me again.
You can’t reach into a casket without spilling tears.
But I did make it.
I was going home.
I did come back alive.
I was a ‘hero’.
But I wasn't strong.
They won’t hold me again (or say how proud they were).
You can’t reach into rubble without spilling tears.
Like a current in the ocean
you carried me away.
Except that you stood standing on the beach,
While I was being pulled under by the waves.
You said you would never leave me
Like a shark,
You swam strong and straight.
But I was a crab.
useless and could only walk from side to side.
You said you would support me
Like a child,
You laughed and were happy.
I was the tired parent.
I got angry but still loved you.
You said you would be there
Like a sunny day,
You pleased everyone.
I was the ice cream that melted
and disappointed many.
I wanted to be useful
Where did you go? What happened to us?
Why are we so
Dist
A couple bonded by love at first sight,
They sung by day, and kissed by night.
The moon aligned and shined on them,
He, a hero and she, a gem.
Woe soon came, an untimely moment,
'You're fired!', his boss laughed like an infant.
He was thrown out, thanks to money and greed,
Left with a tenner and two mouths to feed.
He looked high and low, nothing to be found,
But still determined, he stood his ground.
Until his eyes caught a group of girls,
At the street corner, twirling their curls.
He walked over and explained his strife,
The girl replied, 'we make 60 a night!'.
An option cruel and not to his taste,
But into this business, he
The most beautiful smile I ever did see,
was not for a second directed at me.
He stood with praise and a gaze of thanks,
for everyone there among the ranks.
A hardwood casket came into view,
he waved a hand and bid adieu.
What a good act from a charitable boy,
moments like that fill my heart with joy.
He turned and smiled. I shed a tear
for the innocent child holding no fear.
He pointed and told me, 'That's my dad'
What an ugly week this boy must've had.
Acknowledging my pity, he took my hand,
"Don't cry for him lady, he knows where he stands."
Whispering with the wind, he looked at the sea,
"He'll forever be a hero to me."
Th
The what?
The sestina is a fairly old poetic form, dating back to the 12th century or earlier. (This isn’t a history lesson, so we won’t delve into its creator and evolution.) It has seven stanzas, the first six of which have six lines each. The seventh stanza is a tercet (three lines) to tie it all together. All 39 of these lines are usually in iambic pentameter, although they don’t have to be (more on that later). That’s the basic structure - but of course that’s not all there is to it.
The real challenge of the sestina comes from the line endings. Rather than using rhyming words like many poems, sestinas con
PE: Poetry Form Week Roundup + Reminder by Nichrysalis, journal
PE: Poetry Form Week Roundup + Reminder
Poetry Form Week Roundup
It's time to bring our poetry form week at projecteducate (https://www.deviantart.com/projecteducate) to a close, and with that we'd like to thank everybody who worked with us at the group and all of those who contributed articles to make for an exciting and successful week. Our contributors and their corresponding articles can be found below.
Don't Forget!
ShadowedAcolyte (https://www.deviantart.com/shadowedacolyte) is holding a comment contest for poetry. The only requirement for an entry is your participation. Others bring the work, you bring the comments! Prizes and other details can be found here: I'm a linkity-link, click me!
Stay tuned to CRLiterature (https://www.deviantart.com/crliterature) for other upcoming goodies. :l
An A-Z of Poetry Forms!
Hello!
To kick start this week at projecteducate (https://www.deviantart.com/projecteducate), we're starting off with a slightly lighter-hearted article listing just some of the poetic forms that exist out there. Lets be honest, there are hundreds and we can't list every single one. This is just a slice of the forms out there and if you are wishing to expand your understanding of different forms, do some research and don't take this as gospel!
Each form has a direct link to a site that describes the form in more detail, usually with examples too. I have also included some good examples from dA when I have found them.
Yes some of these link to wikipedia
Write Better
A Expose-Lit (https://www.deviantart.com/expose-lit) Guide
We all need to.
Ponder, for a moment, these questions:
1. What was the first piece you ever wrote? How bad was it? How far have you come? 2. What is your favourite piece of literature? For how long had its writer been writing when he/she wrote it? How far have you got to go until you can write that well?
Assuming you’re somewhere between Total Beginner and Literary Genius, you have already travelled some distance along the path to better writing, but the way is long and you have many miles to go. Most published authors are just dallying at inns down side alleys a few miles ahead, exhausted or da
The Poetic Mind as a Muscle by K47454k1, literature
Literature
The Poetic Mind as a Muscle
The Poetic Mind as a Muscle
As a poet at any given skill level, you might ponder different ways to advance your mastery of the craft. You might spend weeks dissecting famous and not so famous poets. You might read countless articles on poetic technique. You might just plow through any and every collection you can get your hands on, track all of the most well-know journals, follow all of the contemporaries. All of these things add up to a knowledgeable poet. However, does this necessarily make you a better poet?
No. The reason is that most of us equivocate poetic skill with divinely gifted talent. We often think of poetry as a latent ability
Villanelles can be quite discouraging; they look simple but are actually quite difficult. However, when mastered, it becomes technically easy according to Conrad Geller. Just like riding a bike, right? The name Villanelle is derived from the Italian villa, or country house, which is where aristocrats went to refresh themselves. Strangely enough, the form is originally French and only appeared in the English language in the lat 1800s (19th century). Out of the 19 lines in a Villanelle, only two rhymes are used. Furthermore, two lines repeat throughout the poem; usually the first and last lines of the fir
WTF - A Guide to Visual Poetry by darkdescartes, literature
Literature
WTF - A Guide to Visual Poetry
"Concrete poetry is poetry in which the typographical arrangement of words is as important in conveying the intended effect as the conventional elements of the poem..." ~Wikipedia
Visual poetry, also known as concrete poetry, is fun to write because you have colors, textures, and words all at your power to manipulate. You've probably seen visual poetry before, where a poem is written in the shape of what it describes, like "Pyramids":
A
glimmer
of hope through
the heat, that simple
materials in simple shapes
can stand as skyscrapers fall.
It's a start, but as a visual poet you've got
Beauty in Structure: Form Poetry by LaBruyere, journal
Beauty in Structure: Form Poetry
Beauty in Structure: A How-To of Form Poetry
There was once a time in which I despised free verse poetry for its lack of structure. It takes no talent to write this, I thought. Now, being an intelligent and rational adult I recognize that free verse has its merits. I even write in it occasionally, and it seems to be the default of many budding poets. But what is it about form poetry that makes beginning poets afraid of it? Perhaps the same thing that makes it so much better than free verse poetry, to me. And while many of you may understand the ins and outs of form poetry, especially as a result of this past week, it takes a little more work
I honestly have no idea. Perhaps 3 to 4 years I've been absent for? Oh, how time really does change things.
To be straight about why I left, (among smaller things) was that I really didn't care about writing anymore. I lost all of my love and inspiration, so my pen only touched paper when I was writing college assignments. It's so rough to think that I could leave something that I loved so easily. I never even read. I can't tell you the last time I read a book that didn't have references in it. Especially now that I'm at University.
So why am I back here writing this?
This could literally be a one-off journal post and I'll never look at th
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