In my last post, Introduction to Poetry 101, I started off the series with a few handy tips to reading poetry. Now, as we are diving into the more technical parts of writing and reading poetry, let us begin with talking about the different types of poetry, as well as what makes a poem, a poem.
Pointless, this craving. Sound to the deaf might
Show more useful than this eternal longing.
Fingers running over cold sheets turned to rite
As resolve begins to crumble, another hit calling.
An awesome poem by an awesome writer! I personally really relate to this poem, and I love the countdown of hours of sleep going on in it. I’m guessing I’m not the only one counting how many hours I have to sleep before going to bed 🙂
If I fall asleep now I can get seven hours.
Except I need to get up, because I think I let the stove on.
If I fall asleep now I can get six hours.
Except I’m thinking of all the things I’ve got to do tomorrow.
If I fall asleep now I can get five hours.
Except I’m thinking about all the things I didn’t do today.
If I fall asleep now I can get four hours.
The ticking of the alarm clock is driving me insane.
If I fall asleep now I can get three hours.
I have that big project due next week. I’m not even halfway done.
If I fall asleep now I can get two hours.
How am I ever going to work on two hours of sleep?
If I fall asleep now I can get one hour.
One hour. Surely I can’t work on that.
I’m supposed to…
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My intention with Poetry 101 is to write about what I have learned regarding both reading and writing poetry, and share with you the different aspects of poetry.
My watch is broken Slim hands trembling Struggling to move A heavy sigh escapes my lips, My heart it sinks, it skips.
Writing is hard. Either your head is full Of words and ideas, yet they will not be Put to paper, for they all yell At the top of their voices. Interrupting, Interjecting, interfering. Chaos now resides Where calm and order was supposed to rule.
Do not go silently into the night, Despair is black, digs hollow holes within Dreaming of white, hands reaching for the light.
Pick up your phone; I need to hear your voice tonight. My ears feel hollow without it, but do you still care?