The best Poetry ever

 

THE BEST POETRY

 

Which is your favorite poetry?

 

No doubt poetry will lead you down interesting paths whether it is a path of love and sunshine or that of dark and grief, or even disbelief! It is worth noting that best there ever is, is when a poem is written from the heart and is filled with emotion because we draw from it.

However it is also true that while others find the choicest of words to describe tragedy or love, others find words to show their talent. Many lovers of poetry would find it ‘offensive’ to say that poetry is just a mesh of words and expressions which are neither hot nor cold and describe only purpose for which they are written. But then it all comes down to interest.

I like to put myself in other people’s shoes to see just how they can write different kinds of poems. I was heavily reprimanded by one of my teachers in high school for taking such an approach but I wanted to prove to myself that poems are different in many ways. Some have a unique theme while others have what I would call an inherited or inspired theme. Take this love poem I wrote for example:

 

Swan of grace and beauty,

Moving curiously in the summer garden,

Blend your thoughts with mine

And scheme the bliss of heaven.

 

Green apple with a pearly shine

Hanging gracefully among the leaves,

One about the robin sings

And your heart accordingly beats

 

Your eyes are star-shine!

Slouch and sloth…left for the comparison!

Darting to and fro, and fixated,

They reflect the dawn in the horizon.

 

 

 

You can notice such writings from many great works. I am not sure what many imply or seem to suggest most of the time. In my opinion, they are a great thing to read. Can you notice the difference in the next poem?

 

With crimson flare your heartbeat sings

Like trembling echoes of a thousand voices,

Like brimstone molded into eternity rings

Your desire swirls into a thousand choices

 

 

 

I was just playing with words with this one but you understand. I will not dwell much on love poems because they remain a much of a topic…too wide they captivate me!

 

Depressing poetry on the other hand is not my favorite because it stirs up the worst in me. It might be yours but I wonder why…You see, in my journey to search all things, I stumbled upon an interesting piece of writing. It is the most depressing thing I have ever read. I don’t know who wrote it but hey, I think great mind do think alike. You can also read William Wordsworths’ we are seven and see how you relate to it (we are seven is not depressing but I think it is quite sad.). I have a journal filled with sad things I cannot share because I do not want to put myself in a position where you would know who I am…that is not a place I would want to live my life.

I am not sure for whom they are meant but mine are meant for me. I am for the idea that sometimes such poetry desires only to benefit oneself (because of some feeling you tend to draw from it) and has disregard for others. My first collection started like:

 

“I am that person with a familiar name

That little guy burdened with time.

Yes, the hopeless dreamer in his bane

I, whose quatrain is a wicked rhyme”

 

And it goes on to lands I have never walked…you can’t read! It is interesting to read depressing poetry but it may give crazy ideas about life…at least some of it. But it is all about talent, thoughts and feelings so it may be a good read after all. I wrote this poem when I was learning to dance and I could not get the moves right.

 

I can feel the beat in my loins.

My gut swell; spills,

I am wavering in my groin.

My heart slow; chills,

Silent wind sweeps across my face

Sending a shiver in me.

I can feel their gaze in my pace,

Taking the breath from me.

The song rises with the beat,

Saliva spurts in my mouth,

This cannot be me, dead-beat?

I want to shout!

 

Dark poems are equally good. It is amazing how chills can be sent don’t you think? I have tried to write something close to it but I guess there are those who are blessed with that talent! However you might read between lines and figure just what someone would like to say. I wrote this a while ago:

 

“Unadorned view of horror

Horror with a twang of strings to it

I fear the scarlet dagger.

The feel of frozen steel.

In the large airy southern house

The girls faint; scream.

Marianne, Sue-Anne, Louise,

Though each is intact and trim.”

 

 

You are right I did not finish it but I still got the satisfaction I wanted (although I have now worked on how to write a poem that will appeal…). It is a wonderful experience to explore all avenues of poetry and maybe come up with something unique. I want to find something I could dwell on and relate to with my mind although for now I remain a wide topic, and my mind remains a quiet house!