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Tips For Writing Poetry II

admin — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:19:33 +0000

If last week I write about all senses during writing or reading the poetry, now I will write another tips for writing a good poetry.

Have a point. Why are you writing? What is it about? Although not always directly, show your readers the path to the meaning of the poem. Say what you want to say, but still let your readers decide on what the true meaning is.

Have rhythm. To be considered a poem, a writing must have rhythm. Let the meters flow smoothly off the tongue. This doesn’t mean the poem has to have the same number of syllables every line or even every other. It means to allow the reader not to get tongue twisted while going line to line. Give it flow.

Don’t rhyme unless it fits. Not all poems rhyme, in fact the majority do not. Many amateur writers tend to force rhymes where it doesn’t need to be. Only use it when it fits the overall poem and helps bring the emotion to the reader.

Give the poem characteristics. A poem doesn’t always have to fit inside a genre. Make it your own style. Use as much voice as possible. Show that there is a person behind the poem.

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Tips For Writing Poetry I

admin — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 23:09:59 +0000

Writing poetry has always been about emotion; thrilling, bitterness and even humorous. Although it sounds simple enough, it isn’t always. Poetry can be as complicated or as frivolous possible, it’s all up to the author.

Poetry is food for thought and all food has its ingredients.
Writing poetry techniques

Show all senses. A genuine poem offers its readers a variety of senses to endure while reading.

Smell. Give the readers a mental smell of the scene. Create a situation where the reader can distinguish between a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ scent.
Touch. Is it rough, smooth, pleasurable? Give the reader a way to ‘touch’ the scenery.
Sight. What does it look like? Describe the scenery, describe the situation. Use words which will describe it easily without going too far into detail.
Hearing. Does it screech? Does it yelp? Or is it smoothing and sensual? Again, let the situation give a sense of what the surroundings sound like.
Taste. Is it salty or bitter? It doesn’t always have to be food that has a taste. It could be a situation which leaves a ‘bad taste in your mouth’ or even a good taste.

Other tips will be posted on the second part of the article within a week. So stay tune

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Around

admin — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 05:39:02 +0000

Dear…
There are so much words i want to tell you…
about the river that flow with their confidence
about the stars which blitz my horizon
about the eye which can’t see anything left through the season…

Dear,
when I start felt in you, it was my choice…
when I start crazy about you, I was so realize…
and even when I drop down inside of me because of you,
I won’t be surprised…

I’m just little guy who see my paradise when you’re around
I’m the only unconscious little man with big hope when you sing deep through my ears
I’m the only one who just left all my ego to be someone who might be on your dream…
I’m just ordinary person who want to bring his angel to her highest point of her life
I’m just the only ugly me…

Dear, just let it flows
let it flows until the end of your destination
no matter where I am
I’ll always near you around…

©HfM 2009

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Breathes There the Man… From the Lay of the Last Minstrel

admin — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 22:42:45 +0000

by Sir Walter Scott

Canto Sixth

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
“This is my own, my native land!”
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.

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Woman’s Constancy

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:40:00 +0000

by John Donne

Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow, when thou leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were?
Or that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths, true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?

Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could
Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.

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The Shepherd’s Tree

admin — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:37:56 +0000

by John Clare

Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior’s destiny! I love
To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,
And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit, and lean
In careless attitude, and there reflect
On times and deeds and darings that have been -
Old castaways, now swallowed in neglect, -
While thou art towering in thy strength of heart,
Stirring the soul to vain imaginings
In which life’s sordid being hath no part.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some fragment of itself behind.

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Home Thoughts, from the Sea

admin — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 22:32:34 +0000

by Robert Browning

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey;
“Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?” -say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.

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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

Life

admin — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 22:28:29 +0000

by Charlotte Bronte

Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

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Love’s Secret

admin — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 22:25:55 +0000

by William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

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The Last Word

admin — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 22:23:19 +0000

by Matthew Arnold

Creep into thy narrow bed,
Creep, and let no more be said!
Vain thy onset! all stands fast.
Thou thyself must break at last!

Let the long contention cease!
Geese are swans, and swans are geese.
Let them have it how they will!
Thou art tired; best be still!

They out-talked thee, hissed thee, tore thee?
Better men fared thus before thee;
Fired their ringing shot and passed,
Hotly charged -and sank at last.

Charge once more, then, and be dumb!
Let the victors, when they come,
When thy forts of folly fail,
Find thy body by the wall!