WHAT POETRY MEANS TO ME
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WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEPoetry is what plucks at the strings of my mind like a master guitarist on his guitar, a harpist on her harp, a violinist on her violin, a fiddler on his viola, It is everything that the human thought process is capable of, the baring and clothing of soul, the echoes of the humming and strumming of strange worlds not yet understood. Last edited by cousinsoren 05-27-2009 at 04:51:43 AM |
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Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEI hear that Cuz, there's an orchestra going on as well, Last edited by WordSlinger 05-23-2009 at 05:35:35 PM |
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Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEHi John, Last edited by cousinsoren 05-23-2009 at 07:30:05 PM |
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Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEHi John, Last edited by cousinsoren 05-26-2009 at 08:59:17 PM |
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Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEFor me it is life or death! It is my native language! My very soul, my sanity, even the beat of my heart, is consumed by it. I never was taught it. I have no understanding of this world, without it. No joy, no sorrow, no knowledge, of why I am hear. If I lost my hands, I would write with my feet. If those were gone too, My lips would do. It is who I am. I can't help it. I am adored or abhored. My eyes see far beyond. |
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Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEPoetry is my Heart's voice |
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Originally Posted by poett Poetry is my Heart's voice flying free like a beautiful butterfly. Proudly I show my colors bright as a rainbow. I shine over my truth to the world proudly, not afraid to reveal the secrets in my heart . Instead I flutter happily in a secret garden, A garden created of imagination, which helps me escape or forget the wicked or doom in this world. Poetry is a shield that protects me when thunderous storms form confusing my mind and life. Poetry takes me to a different world where I can be whoever I want navigating the fiercest ocean, or conquer the richest land, or just explore alone an island. Poetry can take me to heaven, helps me escape hell constantly, evading problems others create for me. It makes me happy being that butterfly, I flutter carelessly through my life's path. Poetry helps making easier my journey as I find myself and learn to love the real me. I was lost in dark solitude inside my cold cocoon. Poetry transformed me into a beautiful butterfly, and showed me that life is what you make of it. =============================================================== I opened My heart closing my eyes to think as I asked my self your question what poetry means to me. As I opened my eyes it was like suddenly knowing magically what I wanted to answer. My words came flowing easily as if my heart and soul took over my fingers typing my reply to you. I hope you like my response as much as it amazed me as I read it again when I was done........ Thank you for inspiring me with your soul searching question....   [/quoteHi Poett,I LOVE YOUR RESPONSE. "Poetry is my Heart's voice," is a beautiful expression. It breathes sincerity and pathos. It speaks for every true poet. THANKS FOR YOUR CONFESSION SO PROFOUNDLY EXPRESSED Last edited by cousinsoren 05-26-2009 at 08:57:16 PM |
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Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEI agree to it all...you captivate the essence of poetry...it is also the healing of the soul... Quote: Originally Posted by cousinsoren Poetry is what plucks at the strings of my mind like a master guitarist on his guitar, a harpist on her harp, a violinist on her violin, a fiddler on his viola, It is everything that the human thought process is capable of, the baring and clothing of soul, the echoes of the humming and strumming of strange worlds not yet understood. Poetry is emotive, therefore, it is a kind of rhythm of life, a solitary bewildered tree in the midst of the Sahara, a waterfall, or moss or lichen growing in a crevasse of an iceberg, or a precious stone in the bowels of the earth. Poetry is thunder storms or tranquil seas or a rocket on its way to Mars. It is an old sword hanging from castle wall or an old plough supplanted by a snorting tractor, lay rotting in a field, and mourned by a sombre sunset. Poetry is the pensive moment of an aged person in an antiquated rocking chair, children building sand castles on the beach, or a young horse running free on the prairie, or a nightingale merrily warbling its heart out or pigeons mournfully cooing on the roof. He is dead who hears not the throbbing of his own heart. For that throbbing is his poetry. I believe that the first line or verse of poetry ever created was "Let there be light!" in whatever language it was spoken. That first verse gave God to Man. His Muse then urged Man to sing and dance in the light, and to sigh and mourn in the dark. A friend wrote the Primordial Scream, in search of the secret of life. What did he find" The one who heeds the personal rhythm Of the soul is free to roam through time. (The Primordial Scream by Bruce Frankln Johnson) INVITATION ALL POETS AND CRITICS WHO ACCESS THE POETRY FORUMS ARE INVITED TO CONTRIBUTE TO THIS MOOT'; "WHAT POETRY MEANS TO ME" Walk good and good duppy will follow you" (Louise Bennett) 
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Re: Re: WHAT POETRY MEANS TO MEQuote: Originally Posted by unknownpoet For me it is life or death! It is my native language! My very soul, my sanity, even the beat of my heart, is consumed by it. I never was taught it. I have no understanding of this world, without it. No joy, no sorrow, no knowledge, of why I am hear. If I lost my hands, I would write with my feet. If those were gone too, My lips would do. It is who I am. I can't help it. I am adored or abhored. My eyes see far beyond. "My eyes see far beyond" The memorable line of a seer. I love it. Thanks for this far-reaching confession. Last edited by cousinsoren 05-27-2009 at 04:45:50 AM |
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.