I have to write a poem about poetry...but i don't exactly know how i feel ab

Question:Hi! What a terrible assignment!!!

Actually, it is a nut, but maybe you can crack it. Ha!

The best way I have to asnwer your question is to post a poem I wrote about writing poetry, which is exactly what your assignment is, and maybe you'll get some ideas from my poem (or steal my poem!) Please don't!

taken to seismology

this poetry
is an exercise i engage in
that engages itself in me
it’s a pursuit
that i don’t entirely understand
as i sit
before a smiling gleaming keyboard
and try to grasp
the ethereal poetic process
the more i focus
on it all
the more my mind goes blank

i can’t fight it
and i’m driven away
back into my daily routine
to the distractions
of a scratchy old phonograph record
played to the program on the tv
with the sound turned off
there’s something boiling
on the stove
and a bunch of socks
turning over in the dryer
i’m jotting down notes
and sticking them
to the pantry door titled
things to do and groceries
thrifty or work
there’s even one titled
ideas for poems

there’s things
on there i wrote
while in the fast lane
on the freeway
i can’t read them
and have no idea
what i was thinking

and it’s only
when fully immersed thusly
in my world
when i’ve completely
forgotten whatever
i thought i had to say
a poem happens

the thing comes
crawling up
from somewhere
in my subconscious
and the way
of the words
continually baffles me
i wonder
how deep
in the earth
this process
begins

and i’ve taken
to seismology
i look to cal-tech now
with a keener eye
each time
the earth moves
shatters the relative calm
and i’m becoming somewhat
of an amateur scientist

so what is this then?
a poem
i feel like there’s
a poem coming on

the poem starts
in a place deeper
than i know
and sensing it
i grope towards it
trying to bring
this strange sensation
into consciousness
it percolates upwards
towards a thought
and finally emerges
glimmering in the midst
of all the rest
of life’s minutiae and detail
and lo and behold!
i think i
have something
to
say

and the poem rumbles through
without invitation or warning
and takes control
for its dreadful and
fleeting moment
then passes on
all on its own timetable
brings its own
definition style and fury
leaves when it has decided
to do so
and promises
no answers
or returns

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Hi! What a terrible assignment!!!

Actually, it is a nut, but maybe you can crack it. Ha!

The best way I have to asnwer your question is to post a poem I wrote about writing poetry, which is exactly what your assignment is, and maybe you'll get some ideas from my poem (or steal my poem!) Please don't!

taken to seismology

this poetry
is an exercise i engage in
that engages itself in me
it’s a pursuit
that i don’t entirely understand
as i sit
before a smiling gleaming keyboard
and try to grasp
the ethereal poetic process
the more i focus
on it all
the more my mind goes blank

i can’t fight it
and i’m driven away
back into my daily routine
to the distractions
of a scratchy old phonograph record
played to the program on the tv
with the sound turned off
there’s something boiling
on the stove
and a bunch of socks
turning over in the dryer
i’m jotting down notes
and sticking them
to the pantry door titled
things to do and groceries
thrifty or work
there’s even one titled
ideas for poems

there’s things
on there i wrote
while in the fast lane
on the freeway
i can’t read them
and have no idea
what i was thinking

and it’s only
when fully immersed thusly
in my world
when i’ve completely
forgotten whatever
i thought i had to say
a poem happens

the thing comes
crawling up
from somewhere
in my subconscious
and the way
of the words
continually baffles me
i wonder
how deep
in the earth
this process
begins

and i’ve taken
to seismology
i look to cal-tech now
with a keener eye
each time
the earth moves
shatters the relative calm
and i’m becoming somewhat
of an amateur scientist

so what is this then?
a poem
i feel like there’s
a poem coming on

the poem starts
in a place deeper
than i know
and sensing it
i grope towards it
trying to bring
this strange sensation
into consciousness
it percolates upwards
towards a thought
and finally emerges
glimmering in the midst
of all the rest
of life’s minutiae and detail
and lo and behold!
i think i
have something
to
say

and the poem rumbles through
without invitation or warning
and takes control
for its dreadful and
fleeting moment
then passes on
all on its own timetable
brings its own
definition style and fury
leaves when it has decided
to do so
and promises
no answers
or returns

You could start your poem with that question.
Then line by line address the diffent aspects of poety that people enjoy.
Sounds real easy.

To me it's a passion, a way to express how I feel or what I see.
A lot of times it's a way to let your emotions out.
I can't write it unless I have that passion. I can usually only write what I'm passionate about, unless it's something funny.
Good luck:)

Poems are words arrange in an interesting fashion.