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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.

Restless Nights At Times
Restless as the nights are dark. Hard to sleep when are troubled person like me has been restless. I look out rocking back and forth wondering why like is so hard.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
The Company of Myself
The joy of enjoying you, unapologetically taking time, time to be alone, alone in new environments, alone looking up at the stars,
By Charlotte Eden 3 years ago in Poets
APPEARANCES
APPEARANCES Her appearance in this life slipped past the conscious intention makers of the world, and instead,
By Melissa Ireland3 years ago in Poets
Their beauty and my heart💕
Gracefully flying twisting hair, Beautifully up-down moving eyebrows, Silently blinking, hurting eyes, Broadly expanding smiling lips,
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets
This Is Poetry Some Say, Why Not Give It A Try?
And here are mine: Crab Cannon This is no Joke I just spoke Tell that to the little folk 🦀🦀🦀🦀 Tell that to the little folk
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
How To Control Your Mind: The Ultimate Guide
We tend to think of our thoughts as something located deep inside our skull, but our mind is a great computer. It’s an automated system that takes our commands from our speech and “reads” them. Our thoughts are programs and instructions that are received from the outside world. Our thoughts are the product of a mental process that is controlled by our brain’s logical functioning.
By Pratika Moorani3 years ago in Poets
Human
I am the gain, without the loss. I am the place, to ponder your life. The reason of rhyme and the logical passion of the mind.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
Mmm Ja; Schiesse
with a hand full of faeces and the other on my pecker i rub the poop into my chest and grab the Black and Decker i sand my tiny ballbag
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
What I Wish Was Said
“It’s just like that, ya know? You think you know what you were here to do but then, just like that; all of it turns to smoke. All you’ve ever known, all you’ve ever done, all the steps you’ve taken and all the breaths you choked on. Turned to dust, blown away by the very air you’ve tried to keep in. You should be angry, you should be sad, you should be happy, you should be tired. You should be in all the moments you inhabit, but this mask you parade around in does no one any good. Your brilliance belittles you, your exasperation is proof of that. You pity yourself but don't take steps to better yourself. You stand a bit straighter and say ‘hey i am fixed.’. You hold your head higher and think you’ve got it all figured out. But it’s just like that, ya know? The world keeps turning, the masses keep walking and you stand where you stood all your life. At the crossroads, wondering where everyone has gone. Sorry friend, they’ve moved on. Dig in deep, and beg for absolution and all you’ll find is isolation. Step towards tomorrow, try a little harder, say sorry when you fuck up and mean it. Keep your back straight, keep your head high, ask for forgiveness and be okay with their answer. Don’t stand in place for longer than you need, rest when necessary and take in the view; enjoy the moment. Be there in the moment. Just don’t dwell in it. Your breath will renew there as it does anywhere else. You’ll be better tomorrow than you were today. Just don’t dwell in it, kid. Forgive and forget, don’t ever resent, let go of grudges, and move on from those who drag you down. Try again, if that’s what you want and take it as far as it’ll go. Just don’t dwell on the mistakes you’ve made along the way. You’re life can’t sort itself out, you’re not that lucky. You’re lucky enough to be right here, right now and honestly… that’s all you need.
By Jake Trammell3 years ago in Poets
A Battle of Wits, Already Lost
Which dog howls louder? The Yapping Pup, little-pawed, Or the wise old hound? Swift to insult a master, Knowing they cannot compare.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Poets
Will You Not Dance With Me?
I prefer to write in rhyme and rhythm, Following clear and definite rules. I understand the metered system, Taming words and poetic tools.
By Karyn Savage3 years ago in Poets
Wank Cramp
flogging my log on a nice afternoon stroking like a professional hoping i’ll come real soon smacking the old trouser lizard
By Bren3 years ago in Poets