I am new to poetry and am trying my hand at various types.
I hope you like what I have done so far.
Pictured: Me with my Cave Lion, we live in harmony together in this beautiful place.
We understand one another! 51 followers / 1.5k words
We did not come here on the orders of others We came freely, our own choice, blown by the soft winds scattered o'er many a mile Landed upon Flanders Fields and rested a while
Then death came, disturbed the earth Destruction hit the ground in which we slept so quietly Awoke us from our slumber sweet To witness tragedies and defeat
Now we are risen and in our place beneath lie men and boys of courage, strong and true Who fought valiantly but now lay slain Our gentle roots entwine around their bodies that remain
Each dawn we wake for them and face the summer sun At night our gaze doth meet moon We stand tall and proud and dip our heads And honour them that lie beneath with our petals red
Another WW1 inspired poem. Poppy seeds can lay dormant for many years before flowering. This is what happened on the battlefields of ww1. The earth was disturbed with all the shelling and death and destruction and released the seeds that had been laying dormant. How beautiful yet so sad.
All my forgiveness is gone I have no more love to give No more happiness to share I feel tired, empty Feel myself slowly being devoured by your ignorance Destruction and despair are your new masters Hatred and fear rule you now What happened? Where did it all go wrong? Did I not give you enough? Did I leave you wanting? I did my best, showed you the way. Ungrateful, that's what you are I must end it all to begin again Start afresh, anew Before it is too late
Is it too late?
What we are doing to our lovely planet makes me so ashamed. Why must we fight and bicker. Lets enjoy what we have while we still have it because Mother Nature is ****** and she's coming to get us!
Purely my opinion But I really have to say I often don't understand it And I just want to convey... I feel lost in this world of "poetry" Often floundering and splashing In this ocean full of words Against the rocks I feel I'm crashing onto the beach that is the glossary of terms A-Z my head I'm bashing On the poems I often "heart" Others I end up quietly trashing Though I get a bit excited when my lightning sign is flashing That's when I start to think that maybe poetry feels... SMASHING! :-)
Please tell me I'm not alone
Finding some works pretentious, some confusing, some lively, some disturbing, some wonderful. It really is very subjective. Long live poetry (in all its many forms).