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Do you write poems and for how long?

Asked by tocutetolive90 (888points) November 11th, 2008

I have been writing poems for 3 years. I have written over 55 poems. But I don’t know if there good.

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loser's avatar

I used to. Now I like to write hiaku’s.

timeand_distance's avatar

I’ve written for a few years. I used to write a lot more often than I do now, though. You might post them on somewhere like xanga (that’s where I put mine, anyway) and see what kind of feedback you get.

tocutetolive90's avatar

Ya I used to write a lot too. Dead done a lot. I do post them on xanga and on this site for poets and this site i made. But no one likes to give me feed back.

timeand_distance's avatar

hmm.
did you try joining any blogrings pertaining to writing?

tocutetolive90's avatar

ya that’s what the poetry site is. I get some feedback, but hardly any.

KatawaGrey's avatar

I am a poet myself. I believe the first poem I wrote was 10 years ago wen I was 9 years old. Every Thursday night at my school there’s an open mic night and sometimes I go and read my poems. Yay to fellow poets out there!

Mexicanamerican's avatar

I just started writting them about 4 months ago.. I don’t know if they are any good they are pretty long… That and they all have one thing in common, they’re about heartbreak & heartache

gailcalled's avatar

Try reading Poetic Meter and Poetic Form, by Paul Fussell. He describes what makes a great poem; it requires a lot of knowledge and hard work. Writing about personal emotions and putting them into verse form doesn’t make them poetry. It makes them part of your personal journal or diary.

Here’s a short review; “This book is a classic of prosodic exposition…... Fussell shows us the relations between form and content, between rhyme and rhythm on the one hand and the function of these formal devices to illuminate meaning on the other. The book also devotes a chapter to empirical observations on the properties of free verse, and it includes a concise bibliography of other works on prosody.”

Here’s a deceptively simple poem by Robert Frost. Why has it endured?

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

(tocutetolive; start with the difference between “they’re” and there.”)

KatawaGrey's avatar

@gailcalled: That is one of my favorite Frost poems! I am also quite partial to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening and The Telephone.

gailcalled's avatar

Frost locked himself away from family and friends and sweated bullets to write his opus. He was also much more interested in form and meter than content. Young people should take a poetry class to learn about this complicated and compressed art.

science_girl89's avatar

Yes, I write poetry, it’s mostly crap… for every 15 I write one can be considered entertaining/meaningful… most of my stuff is explorations into the way things work… most recently men’s minds… and my asperger’s like standing outside a holiday party on a street curb, watching people through frosted windows laughing, you see people leave and enter, and they smile at you for an instant as they walk past, but the brilliant flash of emotion is too much to stand, and you shield your eyes and stare at your feet, and when you hear the muffled carols, you stare at your feet still, the black snow caging them, and you wonder why you can’t sing as well as them

timothykinney's avatar

If you want to see what other people think of your poetry, you can try to visit The Starlite Cafe

People are typically very kind and supportive there. They will tend to tell you your poem is great, even if it isn’t. :)

GAMBIT's avatar

With pen in hand I may begin
To write a sonnet or a sad requiem
Just to show I’m alive and haven’t keeled over
I’m getting up in my years so I’m starting to move slower
I’ve experienced things that would make a bluebird cry
I’ve heard the truth turned into a pack of lies
Yet I greet each day as if it could be my last
Tomorrow isn’t promised and one can’t dwell in the past
So I hang tough until the last card is played
And that sad ole bluebird flies over my grave.

Knotmyday's avatar

You can also try Booksie, another free online publishing site.

tocutetolive90's avatar

thanks for the websites to try

tocutetolive90's avatar

are all the websites free to join? and use?

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