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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.

A triolet-trying types of poems
Rules of a triolet: take the first line and repeat it in the 4th & 7th lines;take the 2nd line and repeat it in the last line(8th), the 3rd rhymes with the 1st, the 5th rhymes with the 1st, 6th rhymes with 2nd
By Jay,when I write3 years ago in Poets
Do your best and ask for what you want
Sometimes it seems that the heavens that set the rules of heaven is always, a symbol of injustice Scattering some seeds into the fertile land
By Peggy K Frank3 years ago in Poets
Silence, is a kindness
Growing up is not learning to express, but knowing how to swallow. Sometimes a light-hearted comment hurts more than violence.
By Timothy J Carrier3 years ago in Poets
Sun Bathing
Sitting out in the sun the warmth on my skin. So deep it puts me to sleep. At the beach the waves crashing against the rocks.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Comfort is a lie
I would like to be comfortable, To get through life without much struggle, I would like to think that my entire life has not been a lie,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
Pathfinder
Live it up Only for you. Be selfless Be gentle In the presence of others. Be selfish when it comes to your happiness.
By Jordan McCoy 3 years ago in Poets
Life
In my twenties 　　I am on the road to working 　　I know many, many people travel with me 　　I want to know 　　What is the difference between us and those who are young and successful?
By Bobby3 years ago in Poets
Night Mares
Roll, steeds— Carry me when I bleed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Roiling the fury through the night, Blind me
By Brent Tharp3 years ago in Poets
Finding Brompton
Tick, tock; He sensed it, always next to him. Tick, tock, whir, click; Straining—as he did, but for him. Tick, tock, whir, click, plunge, whoosh;
By Brent Tharp3 years ago in Poets
Chuck
abdominal muscles clench and release a warning of warmed saliva fills your mouth a rancid metallic taste hits your tonsils
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Poetry Slam
I thought that I would never see A fight regarding poetry. Life can venture nothing worse, Than fisticuffs o’er flowing verse.
By Donald J. Bingle3 years ago in Poets
How to Live with Yourself When the Mirror is Shattered
You may wake to find your mirror has been shattered. When searching for something or someone to blame, you must come to terms with the idea that, sometimes, you are your own worst enemy. You can wish you realized sooner that the problem lies not with the outside looking in but the inside trying to escape.
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets