An artist can paint a picture And a musician can bring you to tears. An author can leave you wondering And a singer can make cheer. But a poet's words can do all of the above and so much more. A poet can give you inspiration and bring you to places you've never explored. So why not pick up a pencil? So why not imagine? When you write a poem, your options are endless so just write away. Yeah yeah I know. It doesn''t really flow.
Here's mine- Begin forwarded message: From: Amy Kerber <akerber@swbell.net> Date: September 26, 2010 6:04:17 PM CDT To: Melanie Kerber <mkerber99@yahoo.com>, jeanne sanders <Jeanne@KTO-design.com> Subject: word dance WORD DANCE The ink from the pen flows out like water in a waterfall, dark. Letters, then words form. Lines of poetry come forth. Out they come, From your heart, not your head. From your heart to your hand, The words come to be. I watch, mesmerized. This is my dream. To write like that. When I grow up, I shall make the words dance to my tune, A secret rhythm that only I know. A shining song, my heart song, My poem tune, the beat of my heart. The words dance to it across the page, Weaving hopes and dreams into them. Creating a story that pulls at your emotions, Rocks you, shakes you, empties you. I want to do that. I want it to be me that writes those waterfalls. That twists words to do your biding, Arranging them to make the perfect dance routine. With perfect music and perfect rhythm, With some strangeness in between. A shocking word, a new idea. A poem to live on forever, perpetually. This is my dream, to make the words dance. My tune, my words, my dance - my word dance. What I want the words to do, how I want the song, the rhythm they dance to to be mine – My Song. Swish! Whish! The pen makes the final dot at the end. The music draws to a close. The musician leaves. The pen sits. A tool of such power. Emotion. I look at it, ponder. I turn away. Try to walk away from the calling pen. My music calls in my mind, and I abide. I turn back, reach for the pen and make my own word dance come alive. It is just the way I wanted it – perfect rhythm, perfect tune. I have caught the song, it is now mine. I can now say I have mastered the word dance. The word dance is now mine. I can rule the words. The words are mine. They obey me. They always will. I hold the pen. Set it down. I love the word dance. k, there it is!
Here's my poem on desire My wife said if I wanted to touch her again today I'll get off this damn iPod So So long Kids
What is poetry? Free flowing lines, Feeling in each one, Meaning hidden in a tangle of words. Words each carefully placed, A masterpiece made within each poem. Poetry is an art, a skill, and a talent. Many express personal stories secretly, Through the many lines of poetry. Scribbling thoughts on paper, Crying as I write, My most personal poem, No one shall ever know it's original meaning, but me. My best poetry is always written, When I can feel the emotion, Hidden beneath. When is your best poetry written? It's not my best, comment and tell me what u think!!!
No WW, the wars have only just begun! Join the website www.iwritekaw.webs.com for the poetry wars. It's going to be easier for me to organize things there so join please!
Here's mine: Poetry The rhyming words are so poetic, How sacred it is, almost angelic, Close your eyes, and lay your head, I will read you a poem as you lay in bed. The beauty in the words, will soothe your heart, And into sleep you will soon depart, With eyelids closed, and breathing even, I can't find a reason to stop my reading. The descriptive words will lull you to sleep, There you will dream of waters so deep, The bottemless ocean with wild waves, The way of harmoney this poem paves. Poems like these are not just rhymes, They are songs that will last to the end of time, They have meaningful verses, so strong, That it doesn't matter if they're short or long.
It's nice, lady. Idk what it's missing. Since noone up for a poetry war, I'm just gonna write one on the previous topic, desire. I'll b bk in a bit.