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Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding meaning in few words. A melody of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet express the inner most thoughts and feelings of those who read the words. Writing poetry is a gift, a wonderful gift, being able to illuminate words so that they form a picture, express a feeling and share a thought in so few words. Unlike telling a story or writing a novel that explains every intricate detail a poem leaves you to draw your own conclusion. Writing poetry can be a healing process, putting down on paper all the emotions locked up inside ones head, a way of remembering and a way of re-living. Poetry has many forms from free verse to sonnet but all poems tell a story, a story of words, words wrapped around each other in such away that they flow together, locked in meaning. The poem below is titled "Playing" and every time I read this poem I cannot help but smile, as too will any mother reading this poem. See if you smile.
Playing
Running gently Screams of laughter Looking back I see you smile Golden hair Such bright blue eyes Once a baby In my arms
Laughing harder Running around Two years old I feel so proud Golden hair And eyes so blue You call "Mummy Mummy" Come play too
Copyright ? Amanda Evans
Poetry can also portray emotions of hurt and betrayal, unrequited love, loss and great suffering. Just putting these feelings onto paper helps to unburden the mind and the heart. Off loading the grief, if only for a moment. The next two poems titled "Dreams" and "Suicide" display emotions of loss and sorrow. They are a complete contrast to the above poem "Playing" filled with laughter and happiness.
Dreams
Crystal moons And dancing stars Images of place So near yet so far Staring for hours As the night passes by My life at a standstill I painfully cry No grand illusions No place to go Destined to stay here This I now know Lost are the dreams You and me side by side Gone now forever With you they died
Copyright ? Amanda Evans
Suicide
The power to suppress The pain and the loss The tears and the sadness The grief inside Lying there Dormant Sleep please, oh sleep The memories suppressed No power to deal With the pain that you caused The gap no one can fill Your selfish act Leaves me broken Afraid to love Afraid to live Through suppression I survive Suicide not only killed you
Copyright ? Amanda Evans
Many of the worlds great poets wrote about loss and pain, Shakespeare's Sonnets spoke of love "Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day" and Emily Dickinson's poetry was about death "Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me", all contained great emotions and sadness that could be felt by the reader. Having the ability to express yourself with poetry is an exceptional gift, one that should be embraced and nurtured. The internet provides a vast amount of poetry sites where you can submit your poetry for critique and review. You can join workshops and receive expert help and advice or even help others. There are also numerous courses available via distance learning that you can take. Learning as much as you can about the art of poetry, will greatly increase your chances of becoming a recognised poet.
Expressing emotions through the art of poetry can be very daunting. Poems will always be clear to the author it is only when the reader understands the meaning that it can truly be called a poem.
Amanda Evans is webmaster for http://www.amandawrites.com a website dedicated to helping others achieve their dreams of becoming writers. You can subscribe to the free monthly newsletter Writers Passion. Amanda Evans is also the author of the newly published "From Those Death Left Behind" a collection of poetry and stories describing the grief and emotions of a family that lost a member to suicide. This book can be purchased at http://www.lulu.com/content/120733


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