When people first hear the word poetry…
beside the notion of eloquent language and the concept of emotional sensitivity coming to mind, they might often think about this form of literature as being filled with rules and structural regulations.
While classically poetry has had it’s share of rigidity and intense structure, this is not always necessarily the case. For example, slam poetry would probably drive someone from the Renaissance era insane.
Personally, I believe that good poetry is not so much about structure and form as it is about emotion and the ability to convey a concept not easily stated in any other way. Hence the reason that I, and many others, do not always follow the so-called rules.
First and foremost, poetry is an art and as such should not be constrained. We all need to have our own rules to some extent.
My personal rules and guidelines
1. I either use rhyme or not. It seems clumsy and awkward to switch between the two in the same poem.
2. When I use rhyme, I tend to rhyme in a pattern of matching up either the first and third/second and fourth lines or a stanza of lines one and two then three and four.
3. I generally write 3-5 line stanzas
4. Modern free verse has always been a great stylistic friend
5. I rarely punctuate except for emphasis with a question mark or exclamation point or to separate items in a series with a comma
I figure hey, what the heck? After all, E.E. Cummings was known for his unorthodox and grammatically flexible style while the great William Shakespeare literally made up hundreds if not thousands of words.
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Here’s my newest poem. It’s a little dark but I hope you like it.
We all have our skeletons
Held back by closet doors
But there’s no need to fear
As they are bones
And nothing more
What makes good poetry?
If someone was to ask this question to a crowd of people, that person would probably receive any number of different answers. But in my personal opinion as the author of poetry books, considering the fact that poetry is an art, who is to say what makes one piece good as opposed to another not? Like any art form, it is highly subjective.
But with that being the case, I do believe that there are a few things any poet can do in order to make the best of their own work.
1. Be inspired –
If you don’t have some sort of inspiration behind your work, the result won’t be as satisfying as if you do. While in other forms of writing you can simply just jump into it, this is not the case with poetry.
2. Express emotion –
Letting your emotion pour out onto a page is very important in this particular form of literature.
3. Let if flow –
The flow of the words in your poetry is also very important. The more natural and compelling the flow of the words, the better your writing will end up.
If I could reach up to the stars
I would pull them down to our feet
So we could walk among the skies
Ever so light and free
A new piece from Jason Greiner author of two poetry books “Wishing Wells” and “Shadows and Shade.”
We live within routine
Straying only when by force
Then reluctantly we walk
On paths fresh and new
But let one split second tear
And rip at our souls
To open our closed eyes
To an illuminating new truth
Death is death
And blood is blood
Which both in time will come
Taking hold of all
So before life fades
We mustn’t hesitate
To truly come to live
To see, to laugh, to love
Before our frailty does show through
Another piece from “Shadows and Shade,” one of the two poetry books by author and photographer Jason Greiner
A poem by Darakhshan Takmeel
To be in love, you must feel pain
Pain of loving, of having loved and lost
Lost in the galaxy of glittering delights
Delights that delight and never last.
Last summer rain on your garden
Garden of blossoming feelings, memories
Memories of a night well spent
Spent listening to the rain on the trees.
Trees that witnessed your times together
Together under the Banyan’s shade
Shade of happy, peaceful times
Times you sat together and prayed.
Prayed for each other with one another
Another day, another gift to cherish
Cherish the touch of the sun in winter
Winter chills when the greens perish.
Perish in pain like a dry river
River of sorrow when having to lose
Lose direction and stance, beyond control
Control your emotions and having to choose.
Choose between the future and today
Today that looks like a brilliant joy
Joy that will end with a tear someday
Someday that would do this, by and by.
By losing what you let go once
Once the blemish is on your being
Being an enhanced jewel on you
You will learn again, to love and sing.
Darakhshan is the poetic mind behind the amazing blog Introspections of my soul .