Listen to criticism and try to learn from it, but don’t live or die by it. When I was in college, I would always take my best reviewed poem from the previous class and submit it to the professor for the next class. Invariably, the next professor hated the poem, and could provide good reasons why it failed.
When you write a good poem, one you really like, immediately write another. Maybe that one poem was your peak for the night, bit maybe you’re on a roll. There’s only one way to find out.
The bigger your theme, the more important the details are. A poem with Love, Destiny, Hate or other huge themes in the title already has two strikes against it (and I like love poems).
Say what you want to say. Let your readers decide what your poem means.
Feel free to write a bad poem.
That one perfect line in a thirty-line poem may be what makes it all worthwhile. It may also be what is ruining the rest of your poem. Keep an eye on it.
Don’t explain everything.
Untitled poems are like unnamed children.
People will remember an image long after they’ve forgotten why it was there.
Develop your voice. Get comfortable with how you write.
There are many excuses not to write. Try using writing as an excuse not to do other things.
The more you read, the more you learn. Read poetry often.
The more you write, the more you develop. Write poetry often.
Poems that focus on form are rarely my favorites, but most of my favorite poets learned how to write in forms before they discarded them. Writing in forms is a challenge. It makes you think.
Don’t be afraid to write from a different point of view. Write a poem that says exactly the opposite of what you believe. If you can, do it without irony.
When you cannot write, lie on the floor a while, go for a walk, or at least twirl around in a circle. Do something that changes your perspective.
Write in different places. Keep a notebook. Write in a park or on a street-corner or in an alley. You don’t have to write about the place, but it will influence you whether you do or not.
Listen to talk radio while you write. Listen to the people who call. Great characters and voices emerge that way.
If you don’t like a poem or poet you read, figure out exactly why. It may reflect something you don’t like about your own poetry.
When nothing is coming, start writing very fast. Write down any and every word, phrase or sentence that comes to mind. Do that for about a minute before you go back to working on your poem. I call this trick flushing.  Feel free to use anything you came up with, but the purpose of flushing is to clear your head.
<Make a list of poems you can remember specific lines from. Go back and read those poems. Figure out why they stuck with you.
Keep a dream journal. Dreams are your mind at it’s most creative so pay attention to them. Don’t feel you have to write a poem about your dreams unless one truly inspires you. The main goal is to see what thoughts the dreams lead you to.
Analyze other writer’s poems. Figure out what works, what doesn’t work, and why. Think about how you would work with the same material and concepts.
Use humor, irony, and melodrama, but don’t abuse them.
Write the worst poem you can possibly write. Use clichés, use pretentious words, and beat your reader over the head with your point. Felt good, didn’t it? Now get back to work. The point is, don’t be afraid to write a bad poem. Every great poet has written a bad poem. Most great poets have written hundreds, even thousands of bad poems. The great poets kept writing though, and so should you. If it takes a hundred bad poems to produce a poem you like, finish those hundred poems.
Limericks can be fun too.
Every line of a poem should be important to the poem, and interesting to read. A poem with only 3 great lines should be 3 lines long.
Poems should progress. There should be a reason why the first stanza comes before the second, the second before the third, and so on.
Follow your fear. Don’t back away from subjects that make you uncomfortable, and don’t try to keep your personal demons off the page. Even if you never publish the poems they produce, you have to push yourself and write as honestly as possible.
Find a way to publish your poems. Sooner or later you have to send your babies out into the world to find their way. Emily Dickinson was a fluke. Most people who don’t publish while they’re alive will never be seen or heard of — no matter how great their poems.
Buy poetry books, especially books by current writers. Give back to the poetry community by reading (and paying for) the works of others.
Go to poetry readings. Check your local arts publications for upcoming events. Almost any sizable town has readings every week or every other week. This is a great opportunity to meet poets and people who care about poetry.
When you go to readings, donate money and buy books if you can.
Host a poetry event or organize a reading.
If you want to swap poetry and criticism with your peers, form your own group. Many local arts publications let you list your group for free.
Publish your own poetry journal or web site. Even a few sheets of paper stapled together gets the word out.
Whatever else you do, keep writing.
I’m not a poet, but there are gems of wisdom for all kinds of writing in these tips.
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Some ideas are universal, thanks Lillie
I’m glad you found them useful Kathleen
Nice tips. They might inspire me to get back into writing poems. Thanks!
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Thank you. these tips have provided me with the inspiring thoughts I need.
Thanks for open this site.
I really use your tips for better poem writing.
these tips really help thanks alot
Thank you for the tips…They will help me the next time I write a poem…Thanks!
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Thank you for the tips…they will help the next time I write a poem…Thanks!!!!!
I love to write poetry from time to time… no… bad poetry to be exact. Nevertheless, I never stop writing poems. It is a form of relaxation for me. I just let the words flow out of my brain.
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Many years back, I wrote poetry, or shall I say I expressed myself with the use of words. Those words often became poems, some I thought were good and others, not so good. I once had a poem published in a book of unknown authors sometime in the late 70′s. It’s been years like I said earlier, and I have of late been writing again. Your suggestions sound very useful, and I will definitely give them a try. Thank you, and I will be back.
Now who said you can’t get anything for free these days? Thank you so very much for the great information! I feel much better about my writing now! Thanks again, Brenda
thanks for your tips (and the rest of the stuff on this site). I was stuck on my poetry assignment, and this really got me thinking. I haven’t been writing poetry for long, but I liked it, and I’ll keep trying (and fill the world with bad poems). ;D
Awesome advice. It’s always encouraging to remember that even the best poets probbably had/have 2 poems for every 1 that was good. I’m writing “”Every great poet has written a bad poem. Most great poets have written hundreds, even thousands of bad poems. The great poets kept writing though, and so should you. If it takes a hundred bad poems to produce a poem you like, finish those hundred poems. “” on my poetry journal so I don’t forget it.
Thanks for writing. -Lee
Great Tips J.C! I´m a poet from Caracas, Venezuela. I always carry little notebooks in all my bags, and I write things down that make an impression on me, colors, phrases, names of streets. Observing things is the raw material for poetry. Thank you!
I’m sorry this has nothing to do with the article so if it is deleted I will not be offended. I just wrote my first poem. No one ever taught me how to write a poem and I don’t know if I did it right. Could you please read it and tell me if it really is a poem? If not, how do I turn it into one? Is it any good? Thanks for your help.
Here it is:
Alone
I hear a noise,
I stop and cringe,
A shadow passes by.
I cry for help,
But no one hears,
And so I am alone.
Once I was not alone,
Once I was loved,
What did I do wrong?
I sat on their laps,
They stroked my fur,
I thought it would never end.
Then came the kittens,
Inside me they grow,
I just want to keep them safe.
But then came the box,
So dark and small,
The drive, the fall, all alone.
The shadow comes close,
It darkens, it falls,
I am just to weak to care.
Cold and tired,
Confused and alone,
I let the shadow take me.
Back at home,
Warm and safe,
My family sits around a tree.
Together they open gifts,
They laugh they sing,
They think not once of me.
Their lonely cat,
The one who loved them,
The one they abandoned
By the side of a road
I love writting, and it get my emotions out…however, I’m not sure how to put it all together so its not sloppy…if that makes sense email me if you have any advice id appreciate it
katie_bop7@yahoo.com heres one of my poems 
and warning im a teeenager 
I’d just really like some advice on what to do.he pain it hurts like a 1,000 stabbing needles to my heart,
but tonite I want to be lost in this darkness wrapped up in your heart
your love is like a bullet straight from the gun I never want it to hit me
beause when you leave me I bleed a ton
please dont leave me stay here all night tell me
its okay hold me tight tell me you love me, tell me you’ll stay tell me you’ll be there that you wont walk away
give me your heart give me your soul give me your mind.. & if you do .ill never know
make our love a story make our love a book just make it a happy ending the best you’ve ever took
All I want is for you to be happy I dont care if I cry, i just want to prove to all of them your not just some guy, and all the people around me hate to see me this way because there worried when I fall I’ll slowly drift away
they know that you hurt me they know that you try,
deep inside of me i do believe your different from other guys I just want this to work
thats all ive ever tried My problem is I cant let go, I don’t know when to say goodbye
my problem is I care to much I dont know what to do, so everyday I sit here wishing there was something i could do
something that would make you care like you use to we use to be so close , you treated me like I was it, like I mattered the most
You said you’ve told me everything that there is to know but why are you trying to keep it from me hiding like a ghost, I can hear it in your voice its something you can’t hide
your a horrible liar , even you know it deep inside you can’t act like everyone else I don’t know why you even try, your far different from any of those guys
you want to be a gangsta you like the way it looks and all my insecurties are wrote down in this poem like its part of me a, book
you like weed, you like the way it makes you feel all u see in that is the feeling that right now makes me ill
I don’t want to see you get hurt I don’t want you to die, all I want is you that one guy…the one who never use to lie?
And here come the tears the ones that come each time I listen to your voice and realize that its all a lie , that your not it, you never will be the same guy
So maybe I should stop caring maybe its not worth the time ive spent with tears in my eyes…maybe this is all i needed to make me realize your just another one of those always will be guys.
Nice advice I agree. I am 26 and started writing at around age 9, i have loads of poems and no matter how hard i try to write other works of art, poetry prevails. Now only if I can figure out how to make a living off of writing.. something I feel I should have had some success in by now. When you’re a creative writer and you don’t wish to be a teacher what do you major in? I know you don’t have to go to school, but i also know that it can only help. Journalism? English? Still trying to figure it out. Still in college and would love to own my own magazine one day, write a column in a well known one, as well as get my poetry out there. **What I am most interested in is how to get into writing for greeting cards** My kind of writing, or the majority of it (honest , open, blunt emotional writing) is perfect for cards and so often I find the most horrible cards when searchin for the perfect one..if anyone knows about how to get involved or where to start , please let me know,
thanks. D
MUY that poem written from the perspective of the abandoned cat is a nicely written poem. The progression is great, if that’s your first poem im surprised. well done
Detherealbeing, thanks for responding. Yes, that was my first poem. I’m only 13 and I really had no idea if I wrote the poem correctly. I know poems don’t have to rhyme but I don’t know how to make them flow. If anyone can give me a basic idea of how to write one I’d love to know how so I can continue to write poems. Thanks for your help.
These are some precious advices for a newbie like me. I wrote this poem last week and was looking for someone to check it out. So, feel free to comment on it. Both positive and negative comments are wellcomed.
Your Memory
By: Usman k
Your memory makes me feel sad when they all brag,
And for that, i feel like gagged, standing on a crag,
I miss you more than everything i have ever possessed,
And then i don’t give a damn how cynics protest.
It fills my eyes with tears,
And bestows me with nothing but fears,
It urges me that i owe you something,
And that something is more important than everything.
It reminds of the moments that we have spent together,
And then i wished it could last forever.
Every couple reminds me of your memories,
And my mind gets filled with sad melodies.
It makes me realize that i have lost you,
I might have lost you but haven’t forgot you.
It makes me to accept that i am a looser,
I might be a looser but not a boozer.
Every smile reminds me of your amiability,
And its disappearance transforms me into a casualty.
I find myself pitying on my own self,
Then i hear a fella saying not to degrade yourself.
I don’t now that will we ever meet again,
Talk again, laugh again and love each other again.
The fainting chances reduce my breaths,
And that finally encloses me to my death.
Usman
it really was a project that brought this on but i think this helps me a lot.
Thank you very much. Now perhaps I can go on with my writing. I almost gave up for a while but now I’ve got a lot of good tips.
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i rise like the sun,
power full like a king,
hood like 2 pac,
getto like ice t.
MUY you just write and over time you develop your own flow. to me there is no definition of poetry , i tend to ryhme its just always been that way. but i love words and like to challenge myself to try not to rhyme because rhyming is my second language. just write and write and dont stop any time u have a thought an idea dont over think it as if someone is ever going to read it, just write it as it comes as if no one will ever see it, honest writing is the best. your poem is great. You are so young imagine what you will be like if you progress when your in your twenties…i tend to hqve written mostly about love, life the norms i am a blunt honest open writer and advangard (dark different ) i can say that i have written mostly for my own need to vent and a pen and paper and my mind being my best therapist.
it’s a great article. writing a poem or poetry is not an easy job. but your tips make it easier. thanks
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Wow; thanks; these really helped me think clearly; i’m only 16 and starting to write depressing and love poetry and I really like writing and this inspired me to write about my dreams and demons. About anything that happens to me as a disguise in another character. I guess you could say I have a split persona when I write; but at least I get the words out like I want them out
You are right, I apologize about the guidelines…but for me it’s another stone I have found on my way home. As you see, it is more and more difficult to say: I’ll be home for Christmas.
Welcome to the…. .
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The college of knowledge and literacy,
ANAND ARTS COLLEGE is green and clean,
Opposite the grid in the city of milk,
Founded by Vakil Saheb in a year of 1954,
Which still working with some new more,
This was awarded as best college of the state,
Accredited by NACC with 2.81 scale at “b” grade,
This college has fulfilled desires of many,
And also has decided future and destiny,
Students who at here should be very dear,
Always each and every stay without any fear,
Professors are the best with greatest works,
Also have notable service of the clerks,
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Yaw, it’s our great and fine library site,
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I started writing poems wen i was around 17 after my parents separated and up to last year i ve written 69 poems and after listening and reading other poem i decided to look 4 basic tips and the one’s above have really motivated me alot and nw am back. Thanks
I started writing since from my junior college. I am a poet who is dedicated torwards improving creative writing.I have written 65 poems so far to my present senior college,and i also teach.Stay cool.
THE SUN & THE MOON
Out the steam, outer the system
Got the clue, outer the glue
Just be sure you won’t get sued
Inside not a heat beat
They are fond to each other
No tuning back brother
Am out take my light
Shine in the dark, make it bright
My dawning is here just ride
Morning, noon, evening makes a tide
Till am out just come on any side
Your time to shine let me hide
Tell me when am wrong
Lead me on the right side
Give me when am lack
Lean on me, I hold your back
I was born without a silver spoon
And I must make a lagoon
Every bye I wish to see you soon
In this world of boom, boom, boom
Notice the speck of sawdust in your eye
And not the plank in my eye
How can you forget all bout eve?
Seduced by serpent to touch the apple
Brother takes me on your right hand
Make my weaknesses as my strength
Don speaks behind or reveals our crypto
I didn’t experience any foe, so don’t be
My heart is full of love & bless on you
Like brother sun and brother moon kajiÄbeid©
guys,am waitin for your criticsm
NOT FAIR
I say to you
Truth is an offence
But not a sin
He who laugh last
He is a foolish dog
Bark at flaying birds
True colors comes from rainbow
But this truth comes from my heart
Is it true that we are the twain?
That shall never meet again
This idiom it makes no odds
Think is an idiom of olds
And no fool likes an old fool
Trying fire out of frying pan
Yeah, you can’t turn a worm
A leopard that can’t change
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree
What planet is for this sub human?
Who will fail to figurate this?
Con girl I did play on her hands
And it was not fair
kajiÄbeid©
I stand up
I did tell what I felt
Yes, you’re the offensive
Trying to quench your thirsty
Stop digging the tar mark
Crying, giggles just shut up
Listen and read from you
Was bad enough than suicide
Try up some other day
crucifying, justifying
Take a look before you leap
Not all chances are golden
Don’t dance without a sound
Don’t laugh without a joke
Just walk with a walker
Smoke with a smoker
But the truth will remain untruth
It was not fair
kajiÄbeid©
Alright, yes, I gat you
Ok, why that for you
Stand all the time front of you
Telling you that I missed you
Then please forgiving me for hurting you
I was free before now depending on you
I did decent to see smile on you
I must touch the Rosette Stone for you
To untie my self from you
I saw a phosgene behind you
The POW must escape you
Watching Pot
Just once Princess Sada
Will never happen again
Inside is just pain
I was willing to bear the burden
I did spoke in campaign
Special was a hot chain
Around our neck but we are the twain
Every cloud with a silver lining
From sadness to my happiness
Out of your happiness to my sad
See we did not realize
To look before we leap
I believe in the word crop
My water still runs deep
I tried but I can’t stop
Will be like stopping heat beat
Necessity the mother of invention
Did u believe in my faith and patient
Did I leaky my trust and secret
Go down I will lift you up
Came with sad leave happy
Still u will throw them harsh words
May be I didn’t understand
To me special was everything
Education, life and love
Passing obstacle, tracing heaters
Am I the tiger your afraid of
If I was baldhead switch off
I can’t hold on avoiding me
Don look just shoot me
Pull the trigger erase me
Close that chapter concerning me
But first Princess Sada
Help me understand these words
Two heads are better than one
One good term deserve another
Nothing ventured nothing gained
I gave up to watch the pot
That never boils
The worm has turned
Living dog is better than dead lion
kajiÄbeid©
thanx guys you really encouraged me.. i guess i should start practising my poems
Lots of great tips. I’ll try and use them thanks. I have been writing poems since I was about 12 yrs. but I haven’t ever showed them to any one accept my wife so I don’t know if they are very good. She likes them so that’s all that matters. Here is one I wrote for my wife recently. Please tell me what you think.
Tears in a bottle
I’ll keep your tears in a bottle
and write them in a song.
I’ll hold the pieces of your heart
and count them one by one.
I hide my pain behind dry tears
and try hard baby not to show my fear.
I’ll stand strong and try not to bend
and I’ll hold you close until the end.
You mean more to me than my own life
I’ll fight for you and lay it down.
I won’t give up wont run away
I need you baby please say you’ll stay.
If I could go back in time
I’d do it again and make you mine.
I wouldn’t change a thing accept the part
where I became a fool and broke your heart.
If you could open my heart like a book
you would see the truth in me.
I’d read to you the mysteries
that before you couldn’t see.
Lots of great tips. I’ll try and use them thanks. I have been writing poems since I was about 12 yrs. but I haven’t ever showed them to any one accept my wife so I don’t know if they are very good. She likes them so that’s all that matters. Here is one I wrote for my wife recently. Please tell me what you think.
Tears in a bottle
I’ll keep your tears in a bottle
and write them in a song.
I’ll hold the pieces of your heart
and count them one by one.
I hide my pain behind dry tears
and try hard baby not to show my fear.
I’ll stand strong and try not to bend
and I’ll hold you close until the end.
You mean more to me than my own life
I’ll fight for you and lay it down.
I won’t give up won”t run away
I need you baby please say you’ll stay.
If I could go back in time
I’d do it again and make you mine.
I wouldn’t change a thing accept the part
where I became a fool and broke your heart.
If you could open my heart like a book
you would see the truth in me.
I’d read to you the mysteries
that before you couldn’t see.
bravooo
EXELLENT brother mike!
you are the best
why did you hide them in the nest
always express all inside the chest
throgh POEWAR,
in swahili we say “HONGERA”
he can’t be described, i know….
but my emotions have got wings blow..
so let me do it with my hearts flow…
he is the silence of a dumb child,
the lustre of an angel’s eyes so mild,
the balance of a girl walking on a rope,
the crave for rain on desert ,an unbreakable hope,
the intution of a blind men crossing the road,
he is the ringed smoke slowly blowed,
he is d touch of plam full of sand,
one day it has to be slipped from my hand,
he is a candle near grave,
the coldness that comes with waves,
he is the king of dark streets,
he is the language of burning blank sheets,
he is the crypt behind my closed eyes,
he is a book scribbled full of “why’s” ?
the sensation of a pure soul,
the spark of a burning coal,
the attraction of magnets kept a little far,
the addiction of toxic sweets bar,
he is the shallow shadow under big tree,
an unending depth of green sea,
thats how he slaved me..
-MAGGIE
thnx.. u motivated me to write poem like dis..
maggie
lemme escape.. lemme escape…
lemme go down the earth’s cape..
lemme lost in the woody amaze
lemme find myself with immortal pace
lemme cry with no reason
lemme b aware of any season
lemme close my eyes
lemme find the “why’s”
dont bind me with friends rope
lemme live without any hope
let my injured heart untreated
let my evry momnt be defeated..
lemme feel d oceans depth hell
lemme b weeping n unspell
lemme once again reshape
lemme escape.. lemme escape..
-MAGGIE
Great article, I am a modest poet, or as some would say a Hobbyist, but for myself I consider my poetry as real as any piece of writing.
Thanks for the great tips.
Regards
poetry is a great hobby “Portuguese”
i fear that its near that the world is going to end all you do now is spend time with your friends remember dos days that were fun now your realis that its done
That’s a pretty dark view, Alfredo. Good luck with that.
These tips were very useful!! As soon as I get off this computer I’m going to write down a whole bunch of things that came to mind lol = ) I’m 19 year old mother at the moment and before today I had no idea what I wanted ot do for a living. I always enjoyed writing poems. For my mother, boyfriend, and even my step mother to be!! haha I did’nt think it was really possible to live off writing poems but now I believe. Thanks for all your help!!
Words or lies
I’m tired of words
that fade away.
They lose the ring
of what they say.
I’m tired of the lies
of the man we elected.
With a voice of promise
and eloquent deception.
It’s time we focus
on what is right.
To take care of our poor
and those in plight.
The end is near
there’s not much time.
To do just nothing
is such a crime.
We need a leader
who’s words are true.
Not some con man
Who acts the fool.
let us nourish our page.we need new comment!we are teachers among ourselves to make the hay while sun shines.love you all.
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i love all these tips, yet this one spoke in a very loud voice to me: feel free to write a bad poem. i am also trying to start writing poetry. thank you very much for the tips.
in zulu we say “thank you” meaning “thank you”
i wrote this one just to capture my feelings about what is about to happen in our country:
Welcome
Listen carefully
Can you hear it
The roar of the people
All are coming to one place
The southern tip of Africa
Africa has called the world
Sounds of good byes are everywhere
As loved ones part for a great journey to Africa
Oh world, Mzansi Afrika is ready
Its warm hands have prepared the best for you
Its loving heart welcomes you
Re a le amogela
Welkom
I played a love game
A wish come true
A dream so great
If I only knew
Now it’s to late
I played a love game
A horrible nightmare
Love turned into hate
A game so unfair
Can’t turn back, It’s far to late
I played a love game
Hurt and confused
I played a love game
Twisted and used.
FREE STYLE
Not to write is not to do right
So I will use my wits
Mustered from much sweat and might
To write down these words from my scripts
THAT WAS JUST BY THE WAY……..
I write a poem of a lady
Who I wished could have been my babe………….
I SAW YOU
Was plunged into the endless depth of your beauty
Beauty that dazzles earthly eyes
Consumes the very soul of man
That I cannot, but wonder
How breathtaking, a mere mortal could be….
Soared to the zenith of your splendor
Splendor that dazzles earthly eyes
Consumes the very soul of man
That I cannot but wonder
How gorgeous, a mere mortal could be….
Was hurled into the vast expanse of magnificence
Magnificence that dazzles earthly eyes
Consumes the very soul of man
That I cannot but wonder
How lovely, a mere mortal could be…
This happened to me, when I saw you….
This is a poem of a love that once upon a time…….
DIVORCE
GROOM:
Just one more day to stay alive
To feel the pain but still survive
Just one more day to see my love
And tell her that I’m still in love
BRIDE:
I called you but you turned away
I bid you so my home to stay
I knelt and called, restrained my tears
But wept and spared my heart the spears
GROOM:
Away my pride, I’ve lost the day
I’m here my bride, I’ve come to stay
My mind deceived, my heart believed
My soul admits mistakes conceived
GROOM:
My love is dead, I did my best
I fanned its flame to stand the test
It has bled enough, my heart should rest
Your love, my love, ours was the best
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im a 13 year old girl and poetry is my passion, the tips have been
very helpful for me to follow my dreams and here is one of my poems;
WHY DID YOU BREAK MY HEART
I had never seen such beauty before,
you walked past me and you caught a glimpse of my eye
and at that moment i knew you were mine.
You smilled at me and you told me loved me,
while you knew you were going to break my heart.
Before i knew it, you had shreded my heart.
I trusted and believed you, but now I see
that it is true when they say ”Love is blind”,
it blinded me from seeing who you are inside.
Now we walk our different paths and the only question I have is:
WHY DID U BREAK MY HEART AFTER ALL WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH???
please comment people because it will be very helpful
I am 13 too and love poetry. I like your writing style. Straightforward and simple. I would describe some parts though. How did he break her heart? etc.
my heart bleeds
for the moments
yearns for the times
goes mad for the laughter
that i miss sharing with you
you’re my everything
yet my actions indicates
that you mean nothing
but without you
my world would crumble into pieces
you’re what i never wanted
yet what i cant do without
the sugar in my coffee
the amen to my prayer
everything that keeps me alive
baby thats what u are to me
MAGNIFICENT YOU
You swept me off my feet, yes you did;
When I thought I was firmly planted and could not be moved.
I was groping in the dark, and you lit up my world;
With the alluring radiance of your magnificence.
Adorn my neck with a garland of your embrace
And crown my lips with a thousand kisses from you
Let me hear the sweet sound of your voice every morning I arise
And behold your countenance, if you could truly be mine
ENIGMATIC TRITON
In ages past, renowned sages in a trance saw my image
And in envious rage, they eagerly sought to cage my noble visage
The branded me, an opprobrium
And cast utterly my fame into oblivion
My mother was scorned, the day I was born
Is that a man born or is that a beast shorn?
Raa…ha, ha, they howled and snorted
Grunting away like swine, they trundled and tottered
These ‘jackals’ were from everywhere
Thrumming and taunting every noble mortal
Snarling and sneering,’-you slut sleeping around everywhere,
your seduction leads unto every portal’
Forty years passed by and I still laid on that bay
When the rains had just began, was it June or May.
Crushing stones to survive both night and day
Exactly where I was born on that hill of clay
Like a willow surging in the billows
I wish I could hurl out my pillow though the windows
And curse aloud all those fellows
Who failed to realize that I was the triton of the minnows
Be aroused, o my soul be aroused, you have slumbered for too long
Sing the song of your conquest, with the voice of thousand throngs
Arise like a titan; arise unto the very height of your throne
Where turquoise and emerald are the cheapest of your stones
CHESS
The trumpets sound, the line is drawn
The king, the queen, the knight and pawn
The sword is raised command is voiced
My faith is dead, – wish it was poised
My sight is sore and skin is
From all the blood and dew and sweat
Will fate declare my life or death?
I do regret my day of birth
Should I decide to go for peace?
Or pride myself but rest in peace
I’ll wage the war, I’ll do my best
I’ll charge myself and kill the rest
The war begins, slaughter resumes
A throng recedes, my sword consumes
A sword through me was thrust, I know
Is this the way my life will go
I know I’ll die but who’s to blame
My priest, my wife, my son, or foe
I turned around and saw my shame
The die is cast my life should go
I’ll miss my wife, I’ll miss her wine
I’ll miss t sit and drink and dine
I’ll miss my harp and flute and song
I’ll miss my son who’s bold and strong
heres some peoms i wrote. Im not that old so these arnt that good but please comment and tell me if u like them.:)
Serinity
“Im floating in serinity,ive been here for eternity.No love.Nothing above.Im staring at the end,and theres no bend in the end.”
it means dont be afraid of death.its a peaceful thing.
My lord
“Thank the lord.The one and only.That blessed us,thats loves us,who washed away our sin.Thank the lord.The one and only.”
Death
” As i lift up to the light,say my last goodbyes.I cry,but know the life ahead of me,standing next to god is greater than imaginable.”
please tell me if there good!!
<3
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SILENCE! MY HEART
Silence, I bid my heart, stay silent; why does my love break my heart so?
Silence my heart; why does she make me long for her love so?
Silence my heart, do not crumble; for my love tears my soul apart!
Silence my heart, I am forgotten by my love
She says we are over and done with in her heart
She only dreads to inform me, I know
I eagerly wait for her to tell me to the face; that she loves me no more
That I am not what she has been longing for
That she has not seen in me what she yearned for
…..Alas she spews out the arrows of abhorrence for me with many tears
She sheds crocodile tears and wishes that this was over too quickly
I know I’m done but not completely out
I may meet her again; meet her in the caring arms of her new lover
Or meet her on her way out of a disappointing relationship, I pray not so…
Because I love her so; I free her from the cage of my heart
That she may wonder and be happy
And if she truly is mine, she will return back to her nest, right within my heart
Or my heart may wonder into another’s fold
To possess and to hold in the storm and in the cold
I am of my love and my love is mine
MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR
O come my Knight and light up my night
You’re clothed in white and shine so bright
I’ve lost my might and sight from fright
Come now and fight my fear, O my Knight!
thank you for the tips!
Thanks Sir.
The tips are a poet’s mind to me.
Truly visible is the true direction with your wisdom words.
For no compromise on my creativity, for the creation now pours.
The most wanted tips of mine are mine.
Only waiting for some more advice from you,
to create the loveliest poem of mine.
A long way has been unveiled,
the curtains have flown away,
Only the right path awaits me now.
why would you give tips like that if people are not going to use them
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Love The Night ”
See the luminious bright sky
covered with shining stars
Feel the Heaven above you
Let urself fly
In the jeweled sky
Everything around us is dead
and the silence awakes
embrace the silence of the night
listein to the silence of the night
Feel the rhythm of the quiet and lonely night
Feel urself heaven
through the cool breeze
coming by the dark trees
ride the breeze
makes u relaxed and free
Love the night !!!!
ur tips r helpful ;; thank you
Cat’s eye’s glimmer,
In the newly found darkness.
Dogs bay at the moon,
In hope of no loneliness.
Cars speed through lights,
Not daring to slow down.
But once a life’s taken,
New rules will be found.
Rain falls like glass beads,
Breaking all silence and calmness.
Shattering your dreams,
Leaving you heartless.
Cold winds whisper through trees,
Telling secrets of the past.
Telling about wonderful times,
That people hoped would last.
Sweet smiles hold a story untold
A mystery waiting to be solved.
An unacknowledged sense so old,
Waiting for someone to find it.
But until that is simmered,
In the fallen black darkness,
A cat’s eye glimmers.
i wrote this, i am an 11 year old girl and i do not know if this is good or not, so plz comment telling me
u rock my dear.. keep writing… God bless.
“Dont save me, Let me be, Its my time, Theres no crime, Let me lay, i will pay, the price, just roll my the dice, it lands on zero, theres no life, left inside, my soul escapes, draw the drapes, sheld the light, its to bright, my dying breath, in my moments last.”- by me again:)
And another
“How can i bare it? How can i sit? When i know all the crimes they’ve commit? Im restless, cant sleep, cant keep it all a secret. Siting in bubble , i know all the trouble, but i cant tell a soul. I can take the toll, because i know ive done rong, for so long.”
And another poem
The beautiful thoughts of you and me, make me coo with glee. I want to be with you,its true. I cant hold my self down, i need to get out, to hunt you down, because your my prince in shining armor, thats come to save me, from the tall dreadful tower.
Another
Im sinking into hell, i dont hear the bells, wheres the shiny gate? No moments of hate? How can this be? Wheres the key? To the kingdom of the lord? It feels like im being slashed with swords, sinking into my hells.
Im only 11 and i just found out i like to write poems, i hope you like them.
WHY DO LOVE HURTS!
WHY DO LOVE HURTS
WHEN EVERYTHING GOES RIGHT
I THOUGHT FIND MY LIFE
ITS LIKE I’M LOST IN THE DARK NEED TO
FIND THE LIGHT
MY HEART IS BROKEN INTO TWO PARTS
THE FIRST GUY MADE ME CRY IT WAS
9MOUTHS BUT IT FELT LIKE LIFE
WISHING I COULD START ALL OVER
AGAIN MAKE EVERYTHING THAT WRONG RIGHT
THE NEXT GUY WANTED TOO MUCH
WE WASN’T ON THE SAME PAGE
SO AFTER 6MOUTHS HE LEFT MAYBE
IF I WOULD HAVE GIVE HIM SEX
THEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE
WHY DO LOVE HURTS
WHEN EVERYTHING GOES RIGHT !
Memories
My heart beats, and it repeats, the memories i refuse, of you and me, side by side, but you lied, broke my heart, you where the part, that makes me whole, but you riped a gash, in my soul.- by me
Visions
i close me eyes, and i see for the first time,the vision of you, all perfect and sweet, dancing on your feet, graceful and wonderful, oh how i wish to be, by your side, your hand in mine.-another
So long
Emtyness consumes me,and my heart sings to me, becuase i know in a minute, i will have the angel wings.And so i sing, my last song , of the moments, so longs.
plleeaaasseeesss tell me if der good
<3
Poverty in pakistan
Opened maiden eyes in mom’s lap,
Seemed all of taking him care.
No sooner did he grow up,
Was burdened with work share.
Poverty had plagued them,
Childhood worn on, sans shoe pair.
Mates would play keeping him off,
Thought, how it was unfair.
If ever importunate for a rupee,
Dear dad had menacing stare.
Mom wished him a good student,
Dad cried! How did she dare?
Maneuvered through devil hurdles,
Indeed, ploughed through iron layer,
Wandering, holding enthusiastic degrees,
So far found place nowhere.
Plodded through an epic journey,
Went bald by falling hair.
Though seem wingless, yet there,
Where even jabril didn’t dare.
Stuck in marshy curse,
But Elysium hopes stare.
“it is my own written poetry conveys the culture of pakistan peasants”.
zaeem yousaf,
perfossional poet,
Article mentioned above behooved me towards quick way to write poems.
i love this rules! it really strengthen me to write with courage even if how bad my my poems are (not really I guess.). my classmates tells me that what I’ve wrote was good but i always felt down when i think that others are better than me. but I’m not going to loose my hopes in writing.”it’s better to try more than to surrender.”= D
hi, im only 13 years old, and i love to write! how do i get my dreams started?!
Why are they trying to figure out what I am about,
I don’t look normal to them or Wat?
OK,I admit,
Maybe I am a little different,
But I didn’t say I am not human,
Am little laid back,
And I hate people watching my back,
I like minding my own business,
Cause I don’t t like stress,
I depends on nobody,
I spent my own hard earned money,
Am not boasting around,
But is a way of survival in this cold world,
I hate intruders,
I don’t associate with pretenders,
Trying to bring you down,
Leave you completely ruin,
Pretending to be concerned,
But never take their word,
Bloody idiots,
On them I gonna shit,
Cant believe I was so blind,
A pause was my mind,
I wasn’t thinking clearly,
I didn’t realize they were using me,
They were playing tricks on me,
But now my mind is awake,
Am gonna stand up,
Am gonna fight back,
To hell I will drag them,
To hell I will drag them,
Making sure they thoroughly burn,
And this this they will never forget,
And me I will live to celebrate.
tHAT ABOVE POEM IS CALLED DAMAGERS,
NOW HERE THE LASTEST
A PIECE OF MY HEART
You are my friend,
The one I want to always hold,
Through the good times,
Through the bad times,
We walk together,
Me and you, no other,
You are my confident,
I tell you all my secrets,
Attentively you open your ears,
Everything I utter you want to hear,
You always held me up,
For me you always stood up,
When I fall down,
You always pick me up,
Whenever I need a hand,
You stretch your hand I hold,
When life I cannot bear,
You are there to wipe my tears,
You are my comfort zone,
You are juts like the ice cream cone,
I can’t make it without you,
You are my hero,
Every moment we spent,
It all counts,
Thank you for everything you have done,
You always want to see me happy,
With you I will never be lonely,
Whenever I am in sorrow,
You always make me smile,
Remember the silly jokes you told me?
Those ones I will never forget,
They brought me happiness,
They are the best memories,
The best I ever had,
Even though I may not shout it loud,
But you are always missed,
And I will never be ashamed,
To call you my best friend,
My actions whenever am wrong you correct,
Cause you understand am not perfect,
Only with you I can be myself,
You are my hiding shelf,
You accept me for who I am,
As long as my life goes on,
You will always be my number one,
I will never break my promise,
For you I will always compromise,
And forever we will be friends.
That a vow I will never break,
Every breath I take,
Every step i make,
In you I know I will find the strength.
thats realy sweet love that peom
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IMPOSSIBLE LOVE.
I have being hearing your voice in my head,
I picture you holding my hand,
Then you whisper to my ears,
I look up and stare straight in to your eyes,
I see the sun,
It’s shining so bright,
I start feeling the heat,
My heart is near to bounce out,
Am afraid something very strong is building inside,
I have to run for my life,
This can’t happen,
We are not meant to be,
This is impossible,
We have to let go,
It’s wrong,
It hurts so much,
This love is making me weak,
The way I feel,
I know this love is so real,
We wasn’t suppose to fall in love,
Of all people, why did it have to be you?
I didn’t want to fall in love,
I didn’t want you in my life,
Now I regret,
That we met,
But it’s done,
We are in love,
We know its wrong,
You belong to another person,
And we can’t be together,
Our love is impossible,
Great tips,JH. I find your tips very helpful. I’ve written a number of poems myself & they’re so good that many times i feel like i’m the poet in Africa!
Time,
When time freezes,
you know that its the end.
When its the end,
theirs a better place above.
When you enter that place,
you shall feel th loving of God.
The only God in the world,
gives you the freedom.
Is it you who realy loves me,
or is it just I who loves myself?
Thanks so much for these tips! I’ve set a goal for myself to read them all. The only thing that irked me was when you said:
Find a way to publish your poems. Sooner or later you have to send your babies out into the world to find their way. Emily Dickinson was a fluke. Most people who don’t publish while they’re alive will never be seen or heard of — no matter how great their poems.
Yes, Emily Dickinson only gained her fame after her death, but she did try to get her poems published when she sent them to Thomas Wentworth Higginson. Higginson refrained from publishing her poems because he thought they were too shocking and avant garde for the general public.
Maybe I’m just a defensive fan. I love Emily Dickinson.
Hi Claudia,
Glad you love Emily Dickinson. I think you read a bit much into my statement, which made no actual criticism of Dickinson, but merely points out how unlikely it is to have your work “discovered” if you don’t publish.
Thanks, John! This and others are all useful tips.
ya
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This Poem was about a time when i was younger, and stupid and i tried the drug LSD/Acid. i wrote a poem on my thoughts a my experience. hope you enjoy.
Shiva Con Fractil ácido
A square,
A simple-looking, piece of paper; it seemed.
The state of mis-understanding of it,
is amusing in my present knowledge.
On my tongue it settled, and seeped rapidly,
The cycle has started in my system,
Am i infinite? Am i immortal? or am i dead?
The broom evolves into a rattle snake,
and battles my sanity.
Yellow spiders are falling onto me, and my phobia is forgotten,
while i play with them; study them.
I turn to my amiga, and i watch her eat a flower,
and i was focused on the fact of watching another person be out of their own body.
outside of reality, and into a mental state of emotions and irrational decisions.
I dance with the tiger who lays purring calmly beside me on my bed.
I stumble to the mirror. I am the tiger. i am no longer human.
I am outside of my own thoughts. my own body.
Music, sounds beautiful, but meaningless simultaneously.
Am I Laughing? Crying? i think i might be angry, but I’m not sure.
The room is damp with water. How? Did i do that?
Who am i? well, momentarily that is irrelevant.
The walls mix into a colourful, detailed, explosion of my thoughts, and creations.
Somehow reflected, and i am in awe. but i cannot speak. or can i speak?
I start to gain control of my surroundings; and reality.
the spiders that i studied. were no where to be seen.
The snake, lost the battle against my half contious dreams.
it returned once again to an ordinary broom.
The flower remained eaten.
and I returned to my body, and my mind.
I am finally awake. but silent.
I want to review every aspect of my inner venture.
I realize the extent the happening.
I Laugh.
Can we do it again?
-Mariposa
i use to write poems at the age of 10 and up, i remember a friend found one of my paper with many poems on it. he would give it back and read it out loud to his friends. they made fun of me forever, repeating lines that was cliche. i stop after writing tons of good poems for such a young age. now im 21 and today i just decided to start writing again. today i wrote a very very good poem at work. at one point i went into the bathroom on the clock and was writing as fast as i could. the content was coming naturally. i got home and cleaned it up a bit and typed it out. im very satisfied with the finial product. tomorrow im going to go get me a little booklet to carry around. my only problem is rhyming, i find my self just typing run on sentences unless i actually try to do a rhyming scheme….and i cant spell very well. but its ok, im the only one reading them, because im still embarrassed for some reason, i doubt its the one example when i was a kid, its just how i am.
great article, i was listening to bob dylan when my poem came to me. dylan called himself a poet, and i agree he is very inspirational. there is a few songs that are like magic in my ears.
(not direct quote from memory)
“the empty handed painter on your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.- strike a match girl, start a new. and its all over now baby blue” – Bob Dylan