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Question: Problem with my poetry, need help!!!!?
ok so here's my problem, i love poetry, i read it all the time, and its been my dream since i was a little kid to become a great poet!.!.!.!.!.and its like i got all these great ideas to write about!.!.!.but when i try to,i don't know where to start, i want to rhyme but yet i want to say so much i cant keep it in the bounds of a rhyme scheme!.!.!.i write some story's and a lot of songs and im very creative but i just cant seem to write poetry!! and it hurts me so much that i cant cause that's my biggest dream!!!
what should i do!?
has anyone had this problem!?
and what would you rather read free verse or a poem that rhymes!?
and what would you rather listen to on stage free verse or rhymes!?Www@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Staturine
A glittering granite passage of sliver stone, I am Grace
Long stemmed orange poppies lit like flaming fans
Sway en mass, the silent whisper of air, such sweetness
My entourage is fading, fading fast
In company to the white owl that bemoans my lot
Places offerings at my anointed toes and weeps
Moonstones tears for me, leaves
Carcasses of small affairs that attract the crows
Of red eye hate
Magicians in midnight cloak
Oh, how I loathe their black
The clans draw my contours from every angle my image
In every paste and substance
A 1000 miles away, round the world, how so!? In red clay
Such fools that chip away
Oh time, she wears my image down till I’m just a lump
For luck, for love, for dreaming all I’m not
Some weep--they just want to go Home like Me
Parallels, alignments of my expressions
Give meanings worth nothing but my weight in clay!.
Vitamin C
There, the potential lies
In an upturned ginger smile
Where the rind eases into a concentric spiral
Helixed truth trickles trickles in a prickly slide
To pulp the child’s chin
Beneath the grin, slurps up the sap
Poignant exploit sets in
To a sun-drenched varnish
We are wary of the smiles
And we tary out the miles
Still clad in our Scooby satchels
And Loony lunch pails
Sections of the sunshine
Offset the bologna on holsum
Sallow bread
That sticks to the ceiling of
Our lispy phrases
On the teaching floor, here’s a kiss
A baby ray
Of orange glare
Palm it, the balmy outgrowth and wring it snug
In a downy, chubby hand
With a kung fu grip
Tilts the child’s gullet to the rear,
Elongate the passageway
And rift the tonsils wide
Sherbet pop, creamy orange
Choke back the phobia like a tangerine jelly bean
Where that kind eases into a concentrate
Of trial and error
Of faulty adjudicators, shifty-eyed
Principals and stony teachers
Iron-fisted fathers and back-seat-fathers
Cram the kid with sufficient liquid sunshine to
Endure a generation
Making up, making up, making up to what!?
Contemplates the adult result
with a blood orange on her bureau
Scrutinizes the sun put aside,
Smoothly carroty
And crimson as the livid locks about her dappled features
Behind the shielding windowpane of glass,
Behind her tinted lenses
Draws the blinds, one last time, lashes quiver
Seeps the tears like seedlings
From strung out mandarins!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
ok!. personally, to answer your questions, just write!. write what you feel, and then worry about it!. poems don't always have to rhyme!. just do it!. write whatever you want!. and also, if you read other peoples poems, and ask for help from a lot of people, it'll work!
hope it helps! -emog!.Www@QuestionHome@Com