#poetrypractice

[raving-raven-writing]

The Candle

There is a candle inside each of us

For some it burns bright and strong For some it burns meek and barely visible

For some, the fire is snuffed out before  the pleasant aroma can begin to fill the air

Stuck in a loop of being lit, only to be snuffed out again to soon Lit, Snuffed Out, Repeat

Each time missing the opportunity to shine To provide warmth, to give off enticing aromas

Every candle is worthy of being struck by a match Every candle is worthy of being lit to burn until it is nothing but a puddle of wax Burn brightly Burn weakly and humble Burn and let the candle aroma fill the air

Burn and let people know you are there The candle inside you can become a roaring fire Don’t let it be snuffed out too soon

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Yeah, so I don’t know where this came from. It was just there in my head so I wrote it down. I haven’t really written poetry in at least two years, so I’m probably a bit rusty. But poetry is also not my forte of expertise, that falls onto prose, short story writing.

[everyday-poetrypractice]

i thought i was made for peace

Brett Kavanaugh is nothing To me but that sharp pain behind my right shoulder. The Supreme Court sits 3,000 miles away, Peering with a speculum inside my guts. The news of these days won’t touch me yet, In my safe home, my warm and fed life, my immeasurable luck. But my adrenal glands seep the news These days into my back, my chest, my muscle fibers. I thought I’d been born into a peace time, That my bones were built for making things better. Growing pains are my body educating me that, no, We were built for hard times that will only get worse.

[jpstadtlander]

Poetry Form Practice – Form: Ode - Ode to Kitty

Oh my kitty, how you fascinate the mind Your quiet moments in time do rewind The gentle touch as you kneed me to pet For if I do not, you may get upset In the flash of a moment you change to the red As eyes flash with anger and hatred instead Then the next second, you switch to love and are kind Tearing me through this emotional grind There are many a moment you make me feel awed And many a more that I know I am flawed But you handle each day living in present Focusing on the good, not the unpleasant As mad as you make me, our bond is so true Holding you close, there's nothing like you Keep your claws in or I'll use my profanity I do love you however, despite your insanity

About This Poetry Form

Name: Ode Description:“Ode” comes from the Greek aeidein, meaning to sing or chant, and belongs to the long and varied tradition of lyric poetry. Originally accompanied by music and dance, and later reserved by the Romantic poets to convey their strongest sentiments, the ode can be generalized as a formal address to an event, a person, or a thing not present. This particular poem is about someone very dear to me.

About This Series

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[rileyjddanvers]

The top two are the notebooks already filled with poems for 2020. The bottom is the new journal I'm beginning to fill with poems. #poetry #poetrywriting #poetsofinstagram #poetryin2020 #poetrypractice https://www.instagram.com/p/CBJsFJtBhcz7kx-ZtM0rz4WiTMn5wSn53QbFAE0/?igshid=1laxro5s0tg4x

[iekikanikole]

#poetrypractice #poems #words #drugs #poetry #writing she let go of arcane hesitations and makeshift misery; crawled frantic into shadows of his safehouse sobriety now she's screeching in the hallways with blushing demon's lungs; Winter was her solace but Summer is her drug she always throws the first stone and loves the taste of blood -iekika nikole

[ornaross-blog]

#QUOTES FOR #POETS ~ “It’s never perfect. It’s always practice.” ~ #poetrypractice #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativepractice #amwriting #writing #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram #growth #improvement #writingpractice #poetryofinstagram #poems #poetsofig #poetryofig #motivationalquotes #gocreative

[dowrabeesmith]

Crossings

#Crossings - Still landing post Scotland #sojourn, I woke early and have had the luxury of #poetrypractice without the pressure of being off to do something else.

I was awake at stupid o’clock for no other reason than to have a leisurely couple hours noodling with words, line, crossings out and insertions in. Early mornings were never my friend when I had to get up and go out to a job. But poetry practice fills me with anticipation. This is not to say that I am Chatty Cathy. We like to observe a morning hush in our household, the type reserved for sacred…

[jpstadtlander]

Poetry Form Practice - Form: ABC - The Hawk

"The Hawk" Aloft on the wind I fly Breathing the fresh, cool air Careening from side to side Diving, I accelerate and snap my wings open The air is my paint and I am the brush as I delicately construct my art Read the full article

[everyday-poetrypractice]

Hurt people

The woman told the man, "you're hurting me" One thing at a time, dear; I'm not asking for a change, yet. We all just want to feel understood, don't we? But you're so afraid of understanding because it may come with implications. Please just assume that you're strong enough to feel implicated. Know that there is a path forward. We can't all always get what we want But terrible things are inevitable, So why be afraid? The woman told the man, "you're hurting me" The man replied, "I'm not a monster!"

[everyday-poetrypractice]

#goals

a poem should be short, plain, and to the point short, and point to the pain short, not poetic painful, pointed, short.

[everyday-poetrypractice]

sonnet #3

I either need to recreate the wheel, Or stacks of tomes' old pages I'll inhale My gentle wheezing will become a wail My tiny tongue will slither like an eel. Big drums of glue have potency to heal All malices that ancient grey-skies hail Upon a lowly lackey; I won't fail. Aggregious thoughts have light to soon reveal. You're not to blame for how things could have been But still I'll look upon you with remorse. A shallow puddle will reflect a grin With naught but eager honesty and force. My wheels or tomes or hailstorms sure will win; Our handshake will each ugly day endorse.

[everyday-poetrypractice]

Sister Poem

He and I were Us for two years. Those two years taught me what wasted time looks like. Taught me what being emotionally undermined looks like. Taught me first hand how we accept what is unacceptable. She got him less than a year after we broke up. I know she wouldn't answer to "sister" from me, but I believe in her autonomy, and I want to believe in her choices. Sister, does he compare your body, out loud, and find it lacking? Sister, does he call you slow, or awkward, or "idiot"? Does he start fights because he finds it amusing when you're angry? Does he ignore you when you cry? Has he grown up yet? I loved him and I knew him well, and he cheated on Us and told me lies. This young man did not know how to love. I knew him well and I learned his defenses, excuses, fueled by insecurity ducking responsibility. Sister, here's hoping that the new ring on your finger feels light with joy, no weight of nagging doubts. Here's hoping he grew up fast in that less than a year. Here's hoping the him I knew isn't him anymore. Congratulations.

[iekikanikole]

#brokenwithhope your snarled and sunsoaked oaths, broken and filling my lungs with salted caramel smoke, paralyzing the fight in me, my used-to-be unburdened melody now nothing more than a bare guestroom bursting with deceitful muddy-stained hope #poetrypractice #poetry #poems #words #hope #inpoetry #writer

[jpstadtlander]

Poetry Form Practice – Form: Sonnet – The Benevolent Son

"The Benevolent Son" Tho new upon this world you came in love (a)  You showed me that the white clouds could be parted (b)  As new breath came into your lungs it started (b) If touched by you, a person holds the dove (a)  You show us truth and ways to see above (a) Kindly, your conduct incites the bighearted (b)  Showing those around you, love is restarted (b) Bereft of anger, your soft words speak of (a) From a young age, you guided with your actions (c) Showing me how to give to those in need (d) Stating "Daddy, give her a dollar please?" (e) I was surprised by your benefactions (c) Proud to call you my son, through each good deed (d) Grow united, father and son, friends in ease (e)

About This Poetry Form

Name: Sonnet (Italian) Description: A Sonnet is a poem of an expressive thought or idea made up of 14 lines, each being 10 syllables long. Its rhymes are arranged according to one of the schemes – Italian, where eight lines called an octave consisting of two quatrains which normally open the poem as the question are followed by six lines called a "sestet" that are the answer, or the more common English which is three quatrains followed by a rhyming couplet. This particular poem is about my youngest son and is an Italian Sonnet which follows the form abbaabbacdecde (each letter representing a line). Each of the corresponding lines will rhyme with the last word with each line being 10 syllables long.

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[everyday-poetrypractice]

April 27

An empty office A mug of microwaved coffee and liqueur Sticky notes, scrappy notes Twitter, endless, mesmerizing Predictable pains, picked at, compulsively A poem about a former lover Dry eyes, hard-won and temporary City train ringing outside The day getting later And me, my brain chewing, Always.

[everyday-poetrypractice]

two months

I went to the cemetery without you last night. He and I leaned our bikes against a birch, Touched gravestones, and shared a jar of rye whiskey. It was nice. It was. But still my Legs and lips wanted so badly to recall That night you and I left the cemetery, to kiss In ten different parks around town. Beer kisses and cold dark biking. I didn't plan on missing you this much.