Jan 2019
I followed the trades to the center of Mecca,
Maybe looking for my soul.
All I found in the people around,
Were pieces of what made the whole.
I searched in the sun for the purest light,
But my eyes could never see.
The hollowness inside my every thought
Was a hunger I couldn't feed.
There was a rubble in the sands of time,
It all turned upside down.
Suddenly I was under the water,
And hearing not a sound.
Everything was nothing then the moment came,
When everything was alight.
An opening of eyes, there was clarity,
I was passing through the light.
I can still remember serenity,
When I was safe inside the arms.
All I knew was comfort and love in the moment,
There were no alarms.
I didn't know that I was fragile,
Or an aging ghost of an old man yet to come.
I only knew in the moment that I never knew a moment,
Or where the next was from.
It would last forever, in this familiar place
Where I might have been before.
Because I recognise the light,
But not the purest light that was vacant at its core.
Maybe looking for my soul.
All I found in the people around,
Were pieces of what made the whole.
I searched in the sun for the purest light,
But my eyes could never see.
The hollowness inside my every thought
Was a hunger I couldn't feed.
There was a rubble in the sands of time,
It all turned upside down.
Suddenly I was under the water,
And hearing not a sound.
Everything was nothing then the moment came,
When everything was alight.
An opening of eyes, there was clarity,
I was passing through the light.
I can still remember serenity,
When I was safe inside the arms.
All I knew was comfort and love in the moment,
There were no alarms.
I didn't know that I was fragile,
Or an aging ghost of an old man yet to come.
I only knew in the moment that I never knew a moment,
Or where the next was from.
It would last forever, in this familiar place
Where I might have been before.
Because I recognise the light,
But not the purest light that was vacant at its core.
Written Jan 14th, 2019
Now this might offend some people, but this isn't my intention. How is it that someone could post one or two whiney lines about some break up and it winds up all over the front page, however, when effort is put into a piece of work, to create something of a poetic nature it goes by hardly noticed?
I mean, writing a one line diary entry to cry about getting dumped is not poetic. Put some effort into your art, a little structure or something. Some creative turn of phrase. Anything that is metophoric, or oximoronic might work, also. Otherwise, it might be an honest feeling that's going to get some sympathy likes, but there is nothing creative in simply declairing a broken heart. Even if it is very brief, without structure, saying something like "I'm not good enough," is not poetic or musical. Without more content, I wouldn't call it prose. At best it might be a brief, singular undetailed narative. Then hashtag some trendy words that usually have little to do with the entry. It's just doesn't make this site seem fit for decent writers.
So try this: poets, take your singular line and dual lined entries and see if you can construct an actual poem with some rhythm. An online thesaurus might help some of you when you want to rhyme, or when you don't because poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Very, very seldom does one phrase make a poetic statement. How many times can people praise, "my boyfriend dumped me" one liners before they get eye-rolly and cynical? Let's ask Mr. Owl to lick the tootsie roll.
Now this might offend some people, but this isn't my intention. How is it that someone could post one or two whiney lines about some break up and it winds up all over the front page, however, when effort is put into a piece of work, to create something of a poetic nature it goes by hardly noticed?
I mean, writing a one line diary entry to cry about getting dumped is not poetic. Put some effort into your art, a little structure or something. Some creative turn of phrase. Anything that is metophoric, or oximoronic might work, also. Otherwise, it might be an honest feeling that's going to get some sympathy likes, but there is nothing creative in simply declairing a broken heart. Even if it is very brief, without structure, saying something like "I'm not good enough," is not poetic or musical. Without more content, I wouldn't call it prose. At best it might be a brief, singular undetailed narative. Then hashtag some trendy words that usually have little to do with the entry. It's just doesn't make this site seem fit for decent writers.
So try this: poets, take your singular line and dual lined entries and see if you can construct an actual poem with some rhythm. An online thesaurus might help some of you when you want to rhyme, or when you don't because poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Very, very seldom does one phrase make a poetic statement. How many times can people praise, "my boyfriend dumped me" one liners before they get eye-rolly and cynical? Let's ask Mr. Owl to lick the tootsie roll.
