I love writing poetry, this is perfect! Your channel is absolutely gorgeous, your videos really inspire and motivate me. You seem like such a genuinely sweet person, I wish you the absolute best in life. xx
I’ve never written, but I get compliments for my essay and creative writing, and was asked to sign up for this poetry competition. I found your channel and I’m so grateful! Your tips are so helpful and I’m writing all of them down. I love how the themes of your poems are slightly vague so everyone can kind of imagine something that is meaningful to them.
Oh my god!!! Thank you soo much for these tips. I was in absolute need of it. I am a 12 year old writer who is working on a fantasy novel. Recently I have been into poetries and stuff and this helped a lot. I have a video request! Could you please make a video where you read our poems and give feedbacks please? I would love to share with you my work and would love to hear other people's writing.
A poem i wrote :) Stargazing A hundred stars in your eyes I went stargazing in my mind My dark room turned into a galaxy Where a millon stars glared at me
a little late but here’s my poem! I write my poems like songs 😅 poem writing - world theatrics take me to a world of theatrics, where I can escape stories where my identity can be reshaped I dream of perfect symphonies and melodies in my head Tapestries of literacy and prophecies foretold Even if it’s a reality that I can only hold.. written in the stars chained down to the earth, I’ve wanted to break free from my chrysalis ever since thou birth.. set me free, set me free, from this world of anthropology.. maybe happily ever afters were never meant for me so i guess I’ll have to stick to dreaming sadly au revoir my fellow people from way up above one day I’ll ascend the world to meet another I love.
I like writing poetry for my characters. From their perspectives, about their situations. Mostly, I've been writing prophecies (my nano project has FOUR different prophecies lmao) and they're untitled, so I should follow your advise and name them soon lol Also if you're working on a fantasy novel, writing in-world poetry is wonderful for worldbuilding!
I literally write poems every week, and now that im in vacations I have the time I've been wanting to sit down and write poems on to my journal. Im really looking forward to it
@@luiscarlos-mn5rk what do you think of this poem I came up with called The Man and the Girl? The man gives me roses to love. The man gives me gifts to have. The man gives me money to spend. Then he met the girl and left me. The man gives her roses to love. The man gives her gifts to have. The man gives her money to spend. Then the man and the girl got married and not me.
@@huntercoleman460You could add something different what the man gives to the "Other girl". For example: "The man gives her wonderful memories to experience. Or "The man gives her a ring to their future." The first girl was his girlfriend, and the other girl is becoming his wife. This is just advice, I love the idea and how you wrote it :).
ive never wrote anything before cuz i was scared it would be bad and never good enough. When i wrote something i threw it away. Finally i started writing though and ill share my first poem with everyone even though im not really proud of it, but i hope ill learn to be. I call it nostalgia cuz ive been struggling with that shit It's everywhere I look. It's everything I think of. It's everyone I think of. It's everything I think of. I have no idea if it was a good time. I don't know what I could write. What could I write to describe this feeling. It's a sick sick feeling. I miss what used to be. Even though in that moment I would have traded everything in order to be free. And I already know that in a few months I'll feel this feeling again. I'll miss this feeling, this exact moment. The way i held this pen.
literally fighting the urge to delete this comment but i hope it inspires someone who is scared to share their art to share it as well, no matter how 'bad' u think it is😭
I wrote a poem recently (that I think turned out really nice) because I had this image in my mind that I thought was super beautiful and I wanted to convey the feeling that image gave me so, because I'm not very good at art, I thought this was the best way to do that. a lot of the time I have these big ideas that I just HAVE to convey and I end up with very few actual works because I find it hard to just write for the sake of it/when I don't have these amazing ideas. I really like the first few tips you gave because they're focused on writing a lot and frequently instead of wanting to have a perfect meaningful piece every time, which are all things I struggle to do. what you said about building poems around words, small everyday things and improvising I found very helpful in providing a different way to look at things
I have a video request! Would you mind making a video showing off your poetry notebook and like sharing more of your poems? You don’t have to go to in depth and share anything that’s too personal ofc :)
here's a poem i wrote, it's my first ever haha i lay, on my cold mattress, whilst I ponder on whereupon we'd reunite again. perhaps..in my dreams, where all i envision is an enchanting image of you. i slowly turn to my dreams to feel warm again, is it possible you are my sun and my moon? both are so close yet so far. in a sky full of gloom, the only bright star i notice is you. shall i stay during this starving interlude of love? or shall i abandon all the love i hold in my weak heart? and..slowly give up? perhaps I could battle for our love, for you are worth a million wars.. - j.
"Scarlet gaze" Red and bright Yet dark and deep Stood those eyes Making me weak They take my breath So full of light Shining like stars At day and night Sealed for all A puzzle to crack A burning flame With a bleeding heart They pull me in And drown me deep Traped in a web Unable to get free
I just wrote this short poem: I’ve always been the poet My ink has always flown Through strokes like threads of gold Shining sunrays onto beauty Yet if there’s one thing I know It’s that I’ll always be the lighting crew I’ll never be the show
Today I wrote: Did you pluck me, like fig from a tree a delicate delight beautiful oozing with false light o see beneath squirming pulsing a set of wings, ebony stripes Do I sting for defense or disdain?
I wrote a poem! (It's my first poem and it's pretty long) Shade of Blue My tears are blurring my vision My pain is making me blind I crave to hear your voice On the other side I called out for you but I was met with quiet Your meaningless words echoing Among the silence I should’ve known honey Comes from bees Your poison inside me I’m begging on my knees Let me go, I cried Before I decease You’ve put me to the test Healing never really was What I did best Six feet under Bees die when they sting Yet you still wonder What didn’t you bring? The quiet moments you caused I wish I hadn’t been so young You tore us apart Your words stung I want to return to what we were Before the hurt, the pain But my vision is a blur Thinking is a strain I want you here to hold I want you far away Your touch is so cold I can’t hear a word you say Where is home If not with you? You’re the only pain I know The only shade of blue
I started to write poetry a week ago so I’m pretty new but I’m confident that this gets my goal across. Here it is. You wive your way into my dreams you dazzle us with your tenderhearted melody. You influence me to be the best version of myself. Your certainty that your performance will be exceptional. You are the goalpost that’s just out of reach.
You are my sunshine, my reason to get out of bed. If it wasn’t for you, I could sleep forever. Will you ever come back to me? Will you march onto stage? Will you be my idol again? Will you join my duet? My duet, my duet.
thanks so much! i just wrote my first poem and i know it's not great but i had fun and it will be fun to look back and see how much i'll have progressed.m
I lingered in the beauty of a flower not long ago, It's stem, as strong as a hunter, but otherwise A daze of uncontrolled mirth weighted down on the flower's eyes Petals, with the hue of ink and the grace of prideful words Blanched in colour of this tragic battlefield, speared in colour were golden swords Of honey and mellowed sunlight, loved and adored Trees around, would be glad of this sight Spending their lives, wishing for their branches to brush the painted light Smudges of colour, mixed with dandelion delight can do nothing to suffice The love that was laced in the sallowed waters beside Gardens of joy could never contain the curve of life, in the flower's smile And a cloud's reflection could not cover anything of its disdainful rile Given to the roots of its vanity, but no glow present to its halo A prophecy would rise and take this earthly tragedy and sow It's placid hamartia, forever embraced by the breeze But often lost and forgotten, by those who trample over the leaves Old threads may still be frayed, in the winds that carry, A rebounding echo, that never seems to wish to tarry Repeating a murmur of you, you and you Of love, or for hate only the sweet daffodil could know As it's fellow leers in the riverbed, not even daring to say a bitter hello.
I love creative writing, especially poetry... So, here is my first poem that I just wrote 2 weeks back at the age of 11 and since those 2 weeks I have wrote 3 more, but here is the 1st one: LEARNING TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT.... What if I am not, what I were to be. What if I am not, what I were to be. I am enjoying myself, sitting by the sea, and the sunlight beaming on me. Neither the Grief from Past, Nor the Worry of Future. Neither the Grief from Past, Nor the Worry of Future, keeps me awake late at night. This just feels Right. This just feels Right. I feel a strong gush of wind, sitting beneath a tree. I feel a strong gush of wind, sitting beneath a tree. Oh, my, Lord, set me free. Oh, my, Lord set me free. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
_seasons_ The snow went away But it's snowflakes stayed I see the pattern, cuz i think that the day When the sun went down I also got tattoos that i never made I tought, still in a ball gown Why do i always get marked by things i didnt do By words i didnt say And seasons that got away? Fall, summer, spring and winter All left me like some social drinker Not too drunk or too sober I turn into an overthinker Another season will come But i still feel the cold on my skin Or even the taste of the mango gum I still feel her, perhaps even him And i wrote poetry So i could feel like myself again Or get rid of the emotion train I used to think that the marks were bad However, i heard from a wise man That the marks are not to disdain So now i wear the tattoos Like some beautiful lyrical chain Knowing that what makes me human Are the seasons with both wine and champagne
Little piece I wrote with these tips and my own thoughts! Sunflower Field: You stand in front of me Looking into my eyes The sun is shining Reflecting your beautiful golden hair and hazel eyes The sunflowers next to us Sway to a melody The birds hum As the crickets chirp the day away The flower in your hair Smells like a handful of bliss You shine Like a star in the night sky. Opinions on it and tips would be appreciated! 💕 It sounds a bit off to me but I’m not sure what it is. 😅
I think you should change the bird part to something like "the birds humming and singing creating a beautiful melody" and I think maybe something else to go with it like "the sunflowers swaying with the wind as the birds singing... creating a beautiful remedie" ouuuu that'll be sweet
I attempted to write a poem its my first time lol. *Pluto* They call me the forgotten, Once named a planet, now just a memory. Being overlooked through every aspect, In the mist of remembrance Not thought about twice. A sphere of rock and ice. Filled with loneliness and rage Being seen as opaque Should I innovate?
hey ana im just a beginner and i have a story idea but i dont have any laptop or anything else just my phone, how can i develop my story idea into an actual novel in my mobile phone??
You can use google Docs in your phone to write. Yes! It'll be difficult at first but yeah if you don't have any other choice, you can definitely try this out. I'm also doing the same.
Describing this beauty girl in the video The swan like structure she stood by People stopped and looked aback by Her brunette's was craved by every house in the neighbourhood She keeps blabbering in the oven's churner ❤
A poem that i wrote: Sea of sadness Because I I know it was too good Good to be true The jokes, the pranks The faces he made Showed an inexplicable love and I Stupidly in love I didn't see that it wasn't And won't be real Real a small and non-existent word The looks Those looks that melted me They became empty Empty like the sky Hungry for external beauty For the beauty that matters least For a body that has no love That only sees money and fame My happiness disappeared Like a sea crashing on the sand My happiness Is at the top of the everlasting mountain Without you There's no reason to go looking for it Because one day Any day He'll realize he's lost That he looked in the wrong place But it was in vain It's too late It'll be nothingMaria
her smiles don't believe them, they looked like solace they invited me in, but only if you knew what those smiles meant, they felt like home then why did they disappear overnight, they felt like tranquil then why did they change overnight, they felt like rain on a sunny day then why did they fade over time, if only she knew how deep I was in if only she didn't give me those smiles from afar if only she cared, again her smiles don't believe them This is like my first time writing a "POEM" I know it is not proper poetry or a nice poem but it is my first attempt. Please give me suggestions on how to correct my mistakes and write good poetry. Thank you 🎀✨💌
I’m looking for some feedback on this poem I wrote. I wrote this while in my feels about my boyfriend, it’s kinda a prayer or a letter to him Anyways here *Hope* I hope we’re one of those couples. Who stays in love their whole lives Those couples who slow dance in the kitchen, Those couples whose love derives, From honesty and patience, compromise and trust. Those couples who laugh and joke, Even when they’re full of crust When our bones are old and cracking, And our meals consist of mush, When the wrinkles in our skin Have gone and swallowed us up Will we still make each other laugh? Will we still make each other smile? Will we still harbor our deep love, and affections all the while? But that’s so far away. And the future’s never certain. So, for now, let’s stay present, And appreciate what we have Let’s keep dreaming of our life together, Hand in hand Keep dreaming of the home we’ll have, Of the tender embraces shared Keep dreaming of our little adventures, And the cats we want to care With our love as sweet as honey, And our intention true as steel. We will hoist the sails high, Keeping a firm grasp on the helm. Together we will sail, Together, face the storms. Let’s keep our hearts dreaming, And see where this tale goes.
The only lines I loved was When the wrinkles in our skin have gone and swallowed us up. And cats line! Love them Otherwise the poetry sounds like any other poetry but it makes sense as we have similar hopes from love.
Honest opinions please, its my first time doing this Selfish Thoughts All these thoughts that entered my brain Soon I realized I needed to self reflect Selfish thoughts are what comes in my head All day in bed, thinking about what happened Thinking about what happened Soon, anger enters my body Anger then takes over my emotions Soon enough, I snapped out of it All these selfish thoughts Get them out of my head I need to change, I need to change Selfish thoughts, get out of my head
I write poetry pretending to be my OCs. Is that normal? I just have more ideas when it comes to my OCs and they all have different experiences and feel different about things. I just want to be sure it's a okay thing.
I feel like this is definitely a good idea!! I myself have a hard time writing about my own feelings sometimes so i pick characters I like or even those I made up and write from their perspective. Sometimes I even write how other people might have felt in a situation that me and them were in!!
Diner with friends, diner alone They'll talk about a world I have never known Their discussions are overall the same The mountains seem high, the ocean's bit wet It is all my mind can comprehend Say it or not, you're just a man
The crow that calls for my harpsichord Is the player of times old strum And when light is blotched and falls down It sinks back into the sallowed winds’ drum The crow that calls for my harpsichord Is the loud breath the sun takes in its leave As I brush past all this nettled din He lingers on the branches near my knees The crow that calls for my harpsichord Is the call tailing into the shadows of my feet He listens to me drum on the damp woods The sun, a metronome swaying in the heat The crow that calls for my harpsichord Is not the carrier of death, as you all say For he waned in my joy and feathered my plight Now the crow clings onto a night with no ray The crow that calls for my harpsichord Is the one who watched me plunging down I never kicked stones farther than my stride And yet even the birds, but not my crow, frown The crow that calls for my harpsichord Was the greatest sound I ever saw in the glazed lake Mottling the depths as I look up at waving blues Now one with tuneless vales and dreary wake I wish to hear the call of the crow in the unbitter Climes now But I fear he would stop. And listen, to death’s creaking sound
American gothic Do look at me as so imploringly as you do While your sharp-beaked wife stares at you, clutching at her broom Her eyes a cerulean terror, pupils carrying a cloud of monsoon And still without a clue, You will trot through lands anew Still hardly knowing what to do Daring the stones you kick to have a greater stride While you edge past the eye of the universe merely to pass the time Then you'll walk into your house and hum a tune about a clock and a mouse Run up the curtains, and sit in the window Madly tear at your waving pillow and feed the feathers to a wrinkle-handed minnow And I will wait for Sparrows of old tales to flock among berry lined youth And peck past the glaze of this old man's wild untruth Stalk through woods, your eyes winding like vines up the cherry-coloured trees Watch little creatures embrace their walnuts and their beloved leaves To their trembling chest, all only wishing you to not look up and see The overgrown candour that looms far above any sighs that be a whisper of a forgotten melody And the skeletons of autumn still loll in the bark The cold flesh of winter, creeping through green, to make a cruel mark beauty still finds itself in the gentle toil of rivers , and the mottled light that delivers A faint view of tomorrows sun, roaming listlessly in glinting eyes Candles woven with lucent thread, looming past what forever belies So leave and don't come back, To the farmer that will only be seen to feed chickens with an over-filled sack
I'm thinking to release a book of my poetry...so uhmm i don't this seems like a safe place to present one of my poetries... I loved you at sunrises You wished for me on a shooting star.. Promised to love you forever more.. Hoping you'd never go far.. Never said my words But wanted them understood It was the realest feeling I ever felt... Despite it was in childhood Was too busy drowing in you Now I'm paying the price You might not see a shooting star now... But the sun will always rise.. Omg this is the first time i represented my poetry please i need reviews you all
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I love writing poetry, this is perfect! Your channel is absolutely gorgeous, your videos really inspire and motivate me. You seem like such a genuinely sweet person, I wish you the absolute best in life. xx
I’ve never written, but I get compliments for my essay and creative writing, and was asked to sign up for this poetry competition. I found your channel and I’m so grateful! Your tips are so helpful and I’m writing all of them down. I love how the themes of your poems are slightly vague so everyone can kind of imagine something that is meaningful to them.
Oh my god!!! Thank you soo much for these tips. I was in absolute need of it. I am a 12 year old writer who is working on a fantasy novel. Recently I have been into poetries and stuff and this helped a lot. I have a video request! Could you please make a video where you read our poems and give feedbacks please? I would love to share with you my work and would love to hear other people's writing.
I second this
I third this. I'm also writing fantasy and poetry.
I fourth this. I’m writing a fantasy novel with poetry in between each of the acts/major plot points.
It's soooo nice to find someone who is alsooo 12!!!!! and is a author
@@softmooie941 Oh my gosh that's so great!!!! Are you writing anything right now? I would love to get in touch with you....🙂
A poem i wrote :)
Stargazing
A hundred stars in your eyes
I went stargazing in my mind
My dark room turned into a galaxy
Where a millon stars glared at me
Love it ✨👌, you could try include a shooting star in it. Not forcing of course.
that's cool❤
So cool
This is awesome! Do you take constructive criticism?
@@spoonzz5302 sure :)
Poetry is Poetry, and that's what is important.
a little late but here’s my poem!
I write my poems like songs 😅
poem writing -
world theatrics
take me to a world of theatrics,
where I can escape
stories where my identity can be reshaped
I dream of perfect symphonies and melodies in my head
Tapestries of literacy and prophecies foretold
Even if it’s a reality that I can only hold..
written in the stars
chained down to the earth,
I’ve wanted to break free from my chrysalis ever since thou birth..
set me free,
set me free,
from this world of anthropology..
maybe happily ever afters were never meant for me
so i guess I’ll have to stick to dreaming sadly
au revoir my fellow people from way up above
one day I’ll ascend the world to meet another I love.
Girl, when i tell you I've bever clicked on a notification faster, I've been wanting to get into writing better poetry. Thank you, Ana.
I like writing poetry for my characters. From their perspectives, about their situations. Mostly, I've been writing prophecies (my nano project has FOUR different prophecies lmao) and they're untitled, so I should follow your advise and name them soon lol
Also if you're working on a fantasy novel, writing in-world poetry is wonderful for worldbuilding!
I literally write poems every week, and now that im in vacations I have the time I've been wanting to sit down and write poems on to my journal. Im really looking forward to it
This video motivated me, to finally start and write them all down. And it also gave me tips i will use
@@luiscarlos-mn5rk what do you think of this poem I came up with called The Man and the Girl?
The man gives me roses to love.
The man gives me gifts to have.
The man gives me money to spend.
Then he met the girl and left me.
The man gives her roses to love.
The man gives her gifts to have.
The man gives her money to spend.
Then the man and the girl got married and not me.
@@huntercoleman460You could add something different what the man gives to the "Other girl".
For example:
"The man gives her wonderful memories to experience.
Or
"The man gives her a ring to their future."
The first girl was his girlfriend, and the other girl is becoming his wife.
This is just advice, I love the idea and how you wrote it :).
Thank you for the episode… I was writing while you’re talking… It’s flowing thank you thank you thank you
ive never wrote anything before cuz i was scared it would be bad and never good enough. When i wrote something i threw it away. Finally i started writing though and ill share my first poem with everyone even though im not really proud of it, but i hope ill learn to be.
I call it nostalgia cuz ive been struggling with that shit
It's everywhere I look.
It's everything I think of.
It's everyone I think of.
It's everything I think of.
I have no idea if it was a good time.
I don't know what I could write.
What could I write to describe this feeling.
It's a sick sick feeling.
I miss what used to be.
Even though in that moment I would have
traded everything in order to be free.
And I already know that in a few months
I'll feel this feeling again.
I'll miss this feeling, this exact moment.
The way i held this pen.
literally fighting the urge to delete this comment but i hope it inspires someone who is scared to share their art to share it as well, no matter how 'bad' u think it is😭
“Even though in that moment I would have traded everything in order to be free” goes so hard. I like this poem a lot, it’s relatable to me
I wrote a poem recently (that I think turned out really nice) because I had this image in my mind that I thought was super beautiful and I wanted to convey the feeling that image gave me so, because I'm not very good at art, I thought this was the best way to do that.
a lot of the time I have these big ideas that I just HAVE to convey and I end up with very few actual works because I find it hard to just write for the sake of it/when I don't have these amazing ideas. I really like the first few tips you gave because they're focused on writing a lot and frequently instead of wanting to have a perfect meaningful piece every time, which are all things I struggle to do. what you said about building poems around words, small everyday things and improvising I found very helpful in providing a different way to look at things
I have a video request! Would you mind making a video showing off your poetry notebook and like sharing more of your poems? You don’t have to go to in depth and share anything that’s too personal ofc :)
here's a poem i wrote, it's my first ever haha
i lay, on my cold mattress,
whilst I ponder on whereupon we'd reunite again.
perhaps..in my dreams, where all i envision is an enchanting image of you.
i slowly turn to my dreams to feel warm again, is it possible you are my sun and my moon?
both are so close yet so far.
in a sky full of gloom, the only bright star i notice is you.
shall i stay during this starving interlude of love?
or shall i abandon all the love i hold in my weak heart?
and..slowly give up?
perhaps I could battle for our love, for you are worth a million wars..
- j.
TOO good! first time? nah too good for that
thank u so much haha, yes
Very Nice Poem, as a beginner of writing poem, this looks to me like Shakespeare's master piece 😮👍🏼✨
"Scarlet gaze"
Red and bright
Yet dark and deep
Stood those eyes
Making me weak
They take my breath
So full of light
Shining like stars
At day and night
Sealed for all
A puzzle to crack
A burning flame
With a bleeding heart
They pull me in
And drown me deep
Traped in a web
Unable to get free
It’s really good Amelia.
I just wrote this short poem:
I’ve always been the poet
My ink has always flown
Through strokes like threads of gold
Shining sunrays onto beauty
Yet if there’s one thing I know
It’s that I’ll always be the lighting crew
I’ll never be the show
That "is that makes sense" man totally relatable whole explaining something 😂
I swear with every video you post, I fall deeper in love with your hair
ahh bestie ur killing me🥺💗
omg I'm so happy you posted this, I've been wondering if I should start writing poetry but I wasn't sure, since I'm not exactly good at it lol
Just the right time when I’m gonna try poetry lol!
tysm ana, i've just starting writing poetry so this is perfect
Today I wrote:
Did you pluck me,
like fig from a tree
a delicate delight
beautiful
oozing with false light
o see beneath
squirming
pulsing
a set of wings,
ebony stripes
Do I sting for defense
or disdain?
Pretty good. Got any other poems?
That’s fire
I wrote a poem! (It's my first poem and it's pretty long)
Shade of Blue
My tears are blurring my vision
My pain is making me blind
I crave to hear your voice
On the other side
I called out for you but
I was met with quiet
Your meaningless words echoing
Among the silence
I should’ve known honey
Comes from bees
Your poison inside me
I’m begging on my knees
Let me go, I cried
Before I decease
You’ve put me to the test
Healing never really was
What I did best
Six feet under
Bees die when they sting
Yet you still wonder
What didn’t you bring?
The quiet moments you caused
I wish I hadn’t been so young
You tore us apart
Your words stung
I want to return to what we were
Before the hurt, the pain
But my vision is a blur
Thinking is a strain
I want you here to hold
I want you far away
Your touch is so cold
I can’t hear a word you say
Where is home
If not with you?
You’re the only pain I know
The only shade of blue
It’s very good.
i will cry
No way thats so good you doing amazing ❤
omfg this is sooooo good ! bro youre so talented
I started to write poetry a week ago so I’m pretty new but I’m confident that this gets my goal across. Here it is.
You wive your way into my dreams
you dazzle us with your tenderhearted melody.
You influence me to be the best version of myself.
Your certainty that your performance will be exceptional.
You are the goalpost that’s just out of reach.
You are my sunshine, my reason to get out of bed.
If it wasn’t for you, I could sleep forever.
Will you ever come back to me?
Will you march onto stage?
Will you be my idol again?
Will you join my duet?
My duet, my duet.
For context I’m 13 years old.
I named the poem ode to Vasilissa. Even if it’s not a ode
I’ve gtg to bed rn! But I’ll have to check this other tomorrow morning! Love ya ana!
thanks so much! i just wrote my first poem and i know it's not great but i had fun and it will be fun to look back and see how much i'll have progressed.m
I lingered in the beauty of a flower not long ago,
It's stem, as strong as a hunter, but otherwise
A daze of uncontrolled mirth weighted down on the flower's eyes
Petals, with the hue of ink and the grace of prideful words
Blanched in colour of this tragic battlefield, speared in colour were golden swords
Of honey and mellowed sunlight, loved and adored
Trees around, would be glad of this sight
Spending their lives, wishing for their branches to brush the painted light
Smudges of colour, mixed with dandelion delight can do nothing to suffice
The love that was laced in the sallowed waters beside
Gardens of joy could never contain the curve of life, in the flower's smile
And a cloud's reflection could not cover anything of its disdainful rile
Given to the roots of its vanity, but no glow present to its halo
A prophecy would rise and take this earthly tragedy and sow
It's placid hamartia, forever embraced by the breeze
But often lost and forgotten, by those who trample over the leaves
Old threads may still be frayed, in the winds that carry,
A rebounding echo, that never seems to wish to tarry
Repeating a murmur of you, you and you
Of love, or for hate only the sweet daffodil could know
As it's fellow leers in the riverbed, not even daring to say a bitter hello.
I love creative writing, especially poetry...
So, here is my first poem that I just wrote 2 weeks back at the age of 11 and since those 2 weeks I have wrote 3 more, but here is the 1st one:
LEARNING TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT....
What if I am not, what I were to be.
What if I am not, what I were to be.
I am enjoying myself, sitting by the sea, and the sunlight beaming on me.
Neither the Grief from Past, Nor the Worry of Future.
Neither the Grief from Past, Nor the Worry of Future,
keeps me awake late at night.
This just feels Right.
This just feels Right.
I feel a strong gush of wind,
sitting beneath a tree.
I feel a strong gush of wind,
sitting beneath a tree.
Oh, my, Lord, set me free.
Oh, my, Lord set me free.
HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
_seasons_
The snow went away
But it's snowflakes stayed
I see the pattern, cuz i think that the day
When the sun went down
I also got tattoos that i never made
I tought, still in a ball gown
Why do i always get marked by things i didnt do
By words i didnt say
And seasons that got away?
Fall, summer, spring and winter
All left me like some social drinker
Not too drunk or too sober
I turn into an overthinker
Another season will come
But i still feel the cold on my skin
Or even the taste of the mango gum
I still feel her, perhaps even him
And i wrote poetry
So i could feel like myself again
Or get rid of the emotion train
I used to think that the marks were bad
However, i heard from a wise man
That the marks are not to disdain
So now i wear the tattoos
Like some beautiful lyrical chain
Knowing that what makes me human
Are the seasons with both wine and champagne
Little piece I wrote with these tips and my own thoughts!
Sunflower Field:
You stand in front of me
Looking into my eyes
The sun is shining
Reflecting your beautiful golden hair and hazel eyes
The sunflowers next to us
Sway to a melody
The birds hum
As the crickets chirp the day away
The flower in your hair
Smells like a handful of bliss
You shine
Like a star in the night sky.
Opinions on it and tips would be appreciated! 💕 It sounds a bit off to me but I’m not sure what it is. 😅
it's really cool..why don't ya publish it??❤
I love it!!! If you want a challenge you could try making a rhythm pattern, the easiest way to do this is with uniform syllables
I think you should change the bird part to something like "the birds humming and singing creating a beautiful melody" and I think maybe something else to go with it like "the sunflowers swaying with the wind as the birds singing... creating a beautiful remedie" ouuuu that'll be sweet
@@theyfwle3764 thank youuu
Wat do you think about "you shine like a star in the night sky, you have a crush on a boy, is he even the right guy?"
I attempted to write a poem its my first time lol.
*Pluto*
They call me the forgotten,
Once named a planet, now just a memory.
Being overlooked through every aspect,
In the mist of remembrance
Not thought about twice.
A sphere of rock and ice. Filled with loneliness and rage
Being seen as opaque
Should I innovate?
Im applying for SOA and I need 2 poems by the end of this week and it’s the deadline so I need to make sure I can get some good ones
I been sleeping on your channel girl 😮 tuned in now 👌🏽
In life we must be with some special persons or situation or some other which make life sparkle like 9 gems
hey ana im just a beginner and i have a story idea but i dont have any laptop or anything else just my phone, how can i develop my story idea into an actual novel in my mobile phone??
You can use google Docs in your phone to write. Yes! It'll be difficult at first but yeah if you don't have any other choice, you can definitely try this out. I'm also doing the same.
Describing this beauty girl in the video
The swan like structure she stood by
People stopped and looked aback by
Her brunette's was craved by every house in the neighbourhood
She keeps blabbering in the oven's churner
❤
A poem that i wrote:
Sea of sadness
Because I
I know it was too good
Good to be true
The jokes, the pranks
The faces he made
Showed an inexplicable love and I
Stupidly in love
I didn't see that it wasn't
And won't be real
Real a small and non-existent word
The looks
Those looks that melted me
They became empty Empty
like the sky
Hungry for external beauty
For the beauty that matters least
For a body that has no love
That only sees money and fame
My happiness disappeared
Like a sea crashing on the sand
My happiness
Is at the top of the everlasting mountain
Without you
There's no reason to go looking for it
Because one day
Any day
He'll realize he's lost
That he looked in the wrong place
But it was in vain
It's too late
It'll be nothingMaria
her smiles don't believe them,
they looked like solace they invited me in,
but only if you knew
what those smiles meant,
they felt like home
then why did they disappear overnight,
they felt like tranquil
then why did they change overnight,
they felt like rain on a sunny day
then why did they fade over time,
if only she knew how deep I was in
if only she didn't give me those smiles from afar
if only she cared,
again her smiles don't believe them
This is like my first time writing a "POEM" I know it is not proper poetry or a nice poem but it is my first attempt. Please give me suggestions on how to correct my mistakes and write good poetry.
Thank you 🎀✨💌
I’m looking for some feedback on this poem I wrote.
I wrote this while in my feels about my boyfriend, it’s kinda a prayer or a letter to him
Anyways here
*Hope*
I hope we’re one of those couples.
Who stays in love their whole lives
Those couples who slow dance in the kitchen, Those couples whose love derives,
From honesty and patience, compromise and trust. Those couples who laugh and joke, Even when they’re full of crust
When our bones are old and cracking, And our meals consist of mush, When the wrinkles in our skin Have gone and swallowed us up
Will we still make each other laugh? Will we still make each other smile? Will we still harbor our deep love,
and affections all the while?
But that’s so far away. And the future’s never certain. So, for now, let’s stay present,
And appreciate what we have
Let’s keep dreaming of our life together,
Hand in hand
Keep dreaming of the home we’ll have,
Of the tender embraces shared
Keep dreaming of our little adventures,
And the cats we want to care
With our love as sweet as honey,
And our intention true as steel.
We will hoist the sails high,
Keeping a firm grasp on the helm.
Together we will sail, Together, face the storms. Let’s keep our hearts dreaming, And see where this tale goes.
Gosh this is so beautiful.
i love this
The only lines I loved was
When the wrinkles in our skin have gone and swallowed us up.
And cats line!
Love them
Otherwise the poetry sounds like any other poetry but it makes sense as we have similar hopes from love.
Its beautiful ❤
Honest opinions please, its my first time doing this
Selfish Thoughts
All these thoughts that entered my brain
Soon I realized I needed to self reflect
Selfish thoughts are what comes in my head
All day in bed, thinking about what happened
Thinking about what happened
Soon, anger enters my body
Anger then takes over my emotions
Soon enough, I snapped out of it
All these selfish thoughts
Get them out of my head
I need to change, I need to change
Selfish thoughts, get out of my head
I write poetry pretending to be my OCs. Is that normal? I just have more ideas when it comes to my OCs and they all have different experiences and feel different about things. I just want to be sure it's a okay thing.
I feel like this is definitely a good idea!! I myself have a hard time writing about my own feelings sometimes so i pick characters I like or even those I made up and write from their perspective. Sometimes I even write how other people might have felt in a situation that me and them were in!!
Focus on the poem not the bag
I have been stifling myself writing iambs or trochees instead of freeing my mind and writing from heart first
Diner with friends, diner alone
They'll talk about a world I have never known
Their discussions are overall the same
The mountains seem high, the ocean's bit wet
It is all my mind can comprehend
Say it or not, you're just a man
Move along
Free like wind
Move away
Free like eagle
Go away like mountains abeck
Learning how to write poetry, so that i can compete 😂
The crow that calls for my harpsichord
Is the player of times old strum
And when light is blotched and falls down
It sinks back into the sallowed winds’ drum
The crow that calls for my harpsichord
Is the loud breath the sun takes in its leave
As I brush past all this nettled din
He lingers on the branches near my knees
The crow that calls for my harpsichord
Is the call tailing into the shadows of my feet
He listens to me drum on the damp woods
The sun, a metronome swaying in the heat
The crow that calls for my harpsichord
Is not the carrier of death, as you all say
For he waned in my joy and feathered my plight
Now the crow clings onto a night with no ray
The crow that calls for my harpsichord
Is the one who watched me plunging down
I never kicked stones farther than my stride
And yet even the birds, but not my crow, frown
The crow that calls for my harpsichord
Was the greatest sound I ever saw in the glazed lake
Mottling the depths as I look up at waving blues
Now one with tuneless vales and dreary wake
I wish to hear the call of the crow in the unbitter Climes now
But I fear he would stop. And listen, to death’s creaking sound
Chefs kiss❤❤❤
Can you please use microphones , because I the volume is too low 😊
I actually wrote a poem which name is "memories"
- let me find a way for you
all these promises
sounds lose
you are gone
letting me alone
But when I write the first line I don't know how to write or what to write in second line, my brain doesn't work 😢
i am to pantser but also use out line
American gothic
Do look at me as so imploringly as you do
While your sharp-beaked wife stares at you, clutching at her broom
Her eyes a cerulean terror, pupils carrying a cloud of monsoon
And still without a clue,
You will trot through lands anew
Still hardly knowing what to do
Daring the stones you kick to have a greater stride
While you edge past the eye of the universe merely to pass the time
Then you'll walk into your house
and hum a tune about a clock and a mouse
Run up the curtains, and sit in the window
Madly tear at your waving pillow
and feed the feathers to a wrinkle-handed minnow
And I will wait for Sparrows of old tales to flock among berry lined youth
And peck past the glaze of this old man's wild untruth
Stalk through woods, your eyes winding like vines up the cherry-coloured trees
Watch little creatures embrace their walnuts and their beloved leaves
To their trembling chest, all only wishing you to not look up and see
The overgrown candour that looms far above any sighs that be a whisper of a forgotten melody
And the skeletons of autumn still loll in the bark
The cold flesh of winter, creeping through green, to make a cruel mark
beauty still finds itself in the gentle toil of rivers ,
and the mottled light that delivers
A faint view of tomorrows sun, roaming listlessly in glinting eyes
Candles woven with lucent thread, looming past what forever belies
So leave and don't come back,
To the farmer that will only be seen to feed chickens with an over-filled sack
wanted to like the video but the like count intimidated me
I'm thinking to release a book of my poetry...so uhmm i don't this seems like a safe place to present one of my poetries...
I loved you at sunrises
You wished for me on a shooting star..
Promised to love you forever more..
Hoping you'd never go far..
Never said my words
But wanted them understood
It was the realest feeling I ever felt...
Despite it was in childhood
Was too busy drowing in you
Now I'm paying the price
You might not see a shooting star now...
But the sun will always rise..
Omg this is the first time i represented my poetry please i need reviews you all
Alice In Loneliland
Alice
About Alice!
What About Alice
Always A Fickle Girl Alice
A Very Sad & Lonely Girl Was Alice
Neither A Foe, Neither A Friend Had Alice
Alice Became Tired Of Being Alice
'What Is The Point' Said Alice
Who Will Miss Poor Alice
Alice Won't Miss Alice
Rest In Peace Alice
What About Alice
What Alice?
Alice
A Week Later, At Alice's Funeral, Crowds
Gathered To Share Their Stories About
Their 'Wonderful Friend Alice'
& How Much She Would Be Missed!
It's Just A Pity That They Didn't Show
Their Feelings Towards Lonely Alice
When She Was Alive🤔
Dedicated To :-
All Lonely 'Alice's' Out There!
© The Poetic Dinosaur🦖