One might call it a writers block, or lacking creativity but whatever was happening, it took me a long time to get this poem on paper. I feel as though sometimes, when I get an assignment to write something creative, I struggle to use my emotions and feelings naturally to write it. I would call myself a songwriter, and for the most part I don’t find it difficult to write a song, but for some reason this poem was a challenge. I think I worry too much about “trying to sound poetic” rather than using the skills I have accumulated and just writing what my head and heart feel to write. One day I sat down to write and it just came to me and then I had my poem! It was a great journey and process because it took me such a long time to write something
I got started on writing the song lyrics because I was listening to “Thinkin Bout You” by Frank Ocean. The song starts off the same way with the use of a tornado explaining to someone why they can’t go in his room because it’s messy. I used the same idea but to describe a relationship to start the poem off. I tried to rhyme the whole poem like AA,BB,CC except for the last stanza because it was showing the end or a problem in someone's relationship when it ends. I used barbados to rhyme with tornado but expanded on that the relationship was fragile. I think the two first lines are similes because I'm comparing them using “like” and “as.” I didn’t try to use to make the whole poem use like or as because I think it's good to have break. The third
This poem reflects on how when you lose someone you truly care about it affects you mentally. When we lose someone who we're really close to, we tend to hold a grudge and start questioning our love for the world. We lose ourselves when we
What idea(s) does this poem suggest to you about overcoming challenges involving with hopelessness and ambitions?
Images and impressions are beginning to form in my mind. Finally, Hacker, you provide a clue with "Feeling and Form" where you compare your poetry to Cezanne's apples: I do like words, which is why I make things out of words and listen to their hints, resounding like skipping stones radiating circles, draw- ing context from text, the way I've watched you draw a pepper shaker
Yes, learning that I could truly enjoy poetry was an amazing, but also, a highly involved discussion. One I would rather focus on at another time. I would, though, like to elaborate on the profound similarity I felt with the feeling of the narrator. There have been many times in my life where I have done something that I am not proud of. Most of these dealing with the men in my life.
Loss and isolation are easy, yet difficult to write about. They are easy because every human being can empathize with loneliness. If someone denies this, they are lying because loneliness is a common feeling, anyone can relate. It’s hard because we don’t discuss loneliness or loss publicly very often, and when we do, we forget about it quickly. These poems contrast each other by speaking of the different types of loneliness and isolation, distinguishing between the ones of loss, and isolation in a positive perspective.
...is poem has a greater meaning to me since I had a personal connection. Someone close to me was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago, and it affected me incredibly. The fact that someone I cared about could just die unexpectedly seems so surreal. Before, I did not even acknowledge the fact that anything could happen at any time in life; I took everything for granted, never savoring the simple pleasures in life that came so easily. After that incident, I started realizing that one day, I could be diagnosed with cancer. One day, I will not be able to wake up. Anything could happen on that one day, and it will happen. But for now, I have decided to be happy with what I have, to be glad to have some sense of normalcy in my life. It may not seem like enough to most people, but it is to me.
Within my fifteen and a half years of living, I have experienced many heart wrenching moments that have changed who I am, so many that I stopped trying to keep count long ago. Like most teenagers, the past couple of years have been some of the most confusing, hectic years of my life. I'm at that age I'm trying to figure out who I am, as well as who I want to become. As indecisive as I am, I will more than likely change my mind a time or two, but right now at this very moment, I've finally come to terms with who I really am, and what I would like to do for the rest of my life.
This poem has been my favorite poem ever since I first read it. I like how when you read it aloud it has a great rhythm to it and sounds very sing-songy. I believe that this is a wonderful poem with a meaningful message and I hope that one day I can experience this type of love for someone.
People always say that first impressions are very important and what people remember most because it is usually what makes one like or dislike someone or something. This poem aids that saying. The first time I read this poem, the first line caught my attention right away: “What happens to a dream deferred?” ...
I am glad we got this poem because I have some things I would like to say about this weird acting woman. In my town were I come from their was a girl who acted just like this lady. This girl would not talk to anyone, she would run away all the time, she tried to commit suicide a couple of times, but did not succeed. Her parents it seemed they would be always looking for he all the time. So finally one day they decided to put her into a hospital to see what was causing her to act like this. In my mind I think she was depressed because she did not have any friends. And according to my knowledge Emily Dickinson was the same way.
A famous poet once said, " I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty." That famous poet was known as Edgar Allan Poe and he is seen as one of the most significant writers from the romanticism era. If you think about it, Poe was right. Poetry is a creation of beauty that one reads with the heart instead of their eyes. It allows you to express yourself and inspire others. poetry is everywhere, It’s the lyrics on the radio and the plot to your favorite movie. If you have never written a poem before, then you have not lived the life from a true literary perspective. Perhaps you just don 't understand the values of writing or maybe you aren 't able to express your thoughts into words, so I 'm going to show you how you can overcome these obstacles.
This poem made me think about my own life. I realized that I am not sure yet what my verse will be. In that way, I think I am a little jealous of Neil because he knows exactly what he wants to do with his life. I am still figuring out what my verse will be. The second poem that I chose to quote for my diary entry is ‘Walden’ by David Thoreau, because this poem inspired me.
Ever since I can remember I have always loved reading poems even when I despised reading. I loved reading poems because they were simple and easy to read and understand at times. The first poem I can remember is “Rose is Red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet and So are you” poem. I remember writing and reading about poems in elementary and middle school it was the only time I looked forwards to English class.. I even wrote a poem to enter in a scholar ship award once in high school. I did not win, but was offered to have it published in a poem book, but I declined the offer. We wrote Haiku, ballads, imagery, sonnets, limericks, and free verses. When I was writing these poems after the initial struggle of starting the poem I felt like it was a direct link to how I was feeling. An easy outlet it seemed to flow from my mind painting a picture to unknown places and emotions.
I titled my found poem “A Girl of Emotion” because I wanted to highlight how my outward expression of emotion is not always how I handle them on the inside. “A Girl of Emotion” exhibits the persona or theme of the cheerful me everyone I surround myself with perceives versus the real me, who has hardships that bring me down to the point of tears. In the first stanza of my poem, I introduce the me I choose to depict to those around me, a bright bubbly young woman. In my second stanza of my found poem however, I explain that at certain times I disappear to a metaphorical hiding place, a place I feel at home, and ponder on my hardships. The first stanza of “A Girl of Emotion” magnifies how the whole world perceives me towards the reader.