Lovely's Letters: Poetry

Discussion in 'Activities' started by BWA__LovelyDenial____, Jul 3, 2020.

  1. People express themselves in different ways. Music. Art. Things like that. Today is going to be focused on poetry.

    Welcome to Lovely's Letters! Where I try to revive forums with my friendly tips and interactive threads!

    This threads theme: POETRY

    Poetry is not a simple 4 line ryhming thing, nor is it something that you can learn overnight. Poetry can actually be very difficult for a lot of people. Word choice, sounds, patterns, subject, these are all important things to think about when writing or reading poetry, but thats not it.


    Words can impact your poetry a lot. Say you talk about throwing rocks into a lake. Rock is a hard word, you think of a ragged and jagged edged block of mineral. Stone is a softer word, is much smoother.

    But, this thread is not to teach you about the art of poetry. But to hopefully become a workshop area. Please feel free to post your own poems, or post your favorite poems.

    Keep in mind: The subject of the poem is NOT always the author. They could be persona poems, or about someone they know, or not anyone they have even heard of. Poetry is not a observation of the person writing.

    A person who writes about alcoholism is not writing about THEIR alcoholism. A person who writes of abuse is not writing about THEM being abused, or being abusive. Do not judge anyone's actual being off anything said in a poem.

    To ensure this threads success, please follow these rules:
    1. No Trolling/Flaming
    2. Do not insult anyones poetry. This thread is not going to turn into a bash. You can state opinions on how to improve, or state which parts of the poem you dislike. But do not say things such as "Omg that poem sucks ass.", etc.
    3. Keep all poetry within ToU and RaC.
    4. Make sure your poetry is labeled with an author. If you post a favorite poem written by someone else, give their name some credit. If you are posting your own, make sure thats labeled.
    5. When showing a favorite poem, please tell us why its your favorite. This also goes for posting your personal poems. Feel free to give us insight on your thinking, and what the poem is about.
    Ill post a poem of mine, as well as a favorite poem to get things running.


    My favorite poem:
    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.
    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.

    -Carl Sandburg


    This is my favorite poem because of the first line, and the last. I feel these are the most important parts. It forms a perfect statement. The fog comes, and then moves on. I think he did this in representation of life. Things happen, but you have to move on. Everything that happens in between, while important, is not
    defining.


    My personal poem:

    Losers in Love

    The best thing in life
    is being alone.
    No people to bug you,
    no children to cry.
    No one to obey,
    or to grieve when they die.
    Alone in the school,
    some time to think.
    Alone at the house,
    some quiet to sleep.
    No one to eat with,
    no one to care.
    No one to protect you,
    if something scary is there.
    Antisocial disease,
    crippling you downward
    onto your knees.
    You pray for some help,
    and help finally comes-
    In the shape of a someone,
    who had the same song sung.
    You like the same things,
    you like the same sounds.
    You sleep the same way,
    and walk the same grounds.
    Two losers in love,
    and you can finally see.
    The world is not as annoying
    as it once seemed to be.


    I wrote this in my creative poetry class. The assignment was to pick a title from the list on a handout that she gave us, and I chose "Losers in Love". It's supposed to be about this person who was withdrawn, and who liked to be left alone most of their time.
    They took comfort in the quiet that was their solitude. But as time goes on, they find themselves missing the social aspect of life, when they meet this person who is exactly like them, and they find so many other things in common, and they get over wanting to be alone, together.


    Cheesy, yes. I know. But I quite like the thought.

    Feel free to post any material you want workshopped as well. I'll be watching over this thread and making sure it stays friendly.

    Good luck and Happy Writing!
     
  2. I support this thread👍

    ToddStillLuvsBacon
     
  3. I was wondering.. Can I ask questions in this thread?..

    I have tried making a poem upon reading this, but when I showed it to someone, they pointed out a grammatically incorrect line. Though at first I knew that some poems can be grammatically incorrect (if the author intentionally used it for creative purposes), but if the line is something like this, "See where the stars used to," like, it really ended with a period, then a new line expresses a new thought, does it sound incomplete? Or should I share the whole poem itself? I was disappointed when I noticed it because it has a rhyming pattern, and for the first time I tried restricting the syllables for that poem😅 (though, the poem are only made of two stanzas, it's a bit difficult with restricted syllables).

    Also, (if I'm allowed to ask further), do you think cliches are acceptable in poems? In terms of stories (novels, novellas, short story, etc.) they are usually unaccepted unless you can make something unique out of it. But if I used a commonly used symbol to symbolize something in my poem (sky, rain, birds, night, etc.), would it be fine?.. I never knew how free (or restricted) the poems tend to be around cliches, as it is kinda made fun of in our past poem-making activities (because of how easy and common it is).
     
  4. As the author, you can write it however you want. Your poem can have that line, it sounds fine to me.

    cliches are also fine. It’s a narrative. You direct the narrative. Post your poem and I can try to workshop it a bit if you want!
     
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  5. Ok.. Here goes nothing..

    Tonight
    Dim may be the sky,
    Dark may be the day,
    Heard may be the cries,
    Of where life had lay..

    Look up, little child,
    See where stars used to.
    Their presence are mild,
    But tonight, look through!
    - AVentura123

    The sky represents the environment, day represents one's experiences, cries represent others' experiences (which we heard from, others), and "where life lay" is basically, the overall conclusion of how bad our lives had been.

    But the second stanza calls out to the inside of us, the one who still hopes for good things to come, and the one whom others called "the good within us" (thus, called child). However, the second line is vague since, I wrote it without thinking, and my intuition greatly approves it for some reason. Either way, I guess it can be open for other interpretations. As for me, it reminds me of the small good things that we did, which are usually outshined by shinier stuff (like what the sun does to the stars). The third line describes that. But, in the dark times that we have now, it is one of those "small" stars that lit up the night (aka the stuff that still makes the world a better place than what we have expected).. And thus the last line (look through the darkness, and see the small shining stars).

    (It's a bit awkward explaining each line, since I've never seen a poet who actually explained their poems lol. But such chattiness helped me in writing essays 😁. Also, a question: does explaining everything breaks the magic in poems? You know, their mysteriousness or something..)
     
  6. I see what you mean. While I’m used to shortened stanzas, I think part of your own self doubt it in may be solved by enlongating your lines a little bit.

    explaining your poems at all can be very awkward, let alone line by line. I think you did a fine job though. It doesn’t break the magic, it allows more people to experience it.
     
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  7. Thank you for the advice😊 I knew that poems can have different rules (and have seen some wild poems out there), but, this time I tried making a poem out of the classical rules (rhyme pattern, and constant syllable)... But I suppose I constricted the syllables too much for someone inexperienced in it.. Like me😅..

    Also, would you mind another poem? I made another one, but this time I gave myself freedom (by completely getting rid of the syllable rule, except if it's way too long😅). But, I kinda find the style inconsistent, which bothers me this time😂 (either that, or I misjudged it)..
     
  8. I would love to see it! Counting syllables for a stanza is hard. I prefer righting my poems so it sounds like it matches. A lot of my poems could be songs
     
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  9. I think I am mostly interested in poetry due to my interest in writing songs. The only missing part is actually making the music lol.. Here's the poem and explanation btw..

    Crossroads in Planks

    As I stood in between,
    The roads ahead forked,
    The paths in the end, unseen,
    I'm, in middle of life's sword.

    Shall I head to danger?
    Shall I head to pressure?
    Shall I head, where?
    I was never truly sure.

    Yet, the longer I stay here,
    The deeper the wound.
    Though future is to fear,
    The edge is coming soon.

    So, I blindly walked,
    Into the way, of what?
    Is this what I sought?
    Did I miss my true path?

    Life can be a plank,
    Or a buzzing car.
    Walk, and be blanked,
    Or rise like a star.

    But as for me,
    All these crossroads,
    they're mere fantasy,
    Of dreams' gold.

    I hardly payed attention,
    For gold, is not what I longed.

    It's too long to describe per stanza, but some lines were plain and simple metaphors anyway. The first four stanzas described how someone has difficulty in choosing a life-changing decision. However, the longer that person remained undecided, the deeper the consequences of his lack of action (thus the "deeper wound"). Plus, the "edge" symbolizes a factor that ultimately forces him to decide (for example, finally being in front of a long line even though you haven't decided which meal to buy, or your deadline for a project is near, but you still haven't chose a partner for it). And then, when he finally decided, he find himself lost again.

    The fifth to the last summed up his conclusions, that life can either bring you nowhere, or into success. But he realized that his crossroads were actually a bit ambitious just to reach success, even though, he himself wasn't that interested in having huge success.

    It's a bit more narrative than usual, but sometimes that's just how I write poems😉 (but, I accept criticism, because sometimes I unconsciously lean into stories). And also, I knew some of the rhymes were a bit off but, sometimes I can't help it 😂...