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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.

Shoulda' Brought the Bong
i like a joint as much as the next bloke so please don’t get me wrong i’m not a fiend but i like the hit we shoulda’ brought
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Closure
Even though I know it is over I have not heard your voice in so long I just wish we had closure I miss you so Every day I do my best to grow
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
TL:DR
no, sorry i didn’t miss it just didn’t feel the need if reading time > one minute too long : didn’t read of course i overlooked it
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
New Form of Poetry for Me
The breccbairdne is an Irish quatrain form. Here are the basic guidelines: Quatrain (or four-line stanza) form. Five syllables in the first line; six syllables in the other three lines. Each line ends with a two-syllable word. Lines two and four rhyme. All end words consonate. Quick note: Consonance is the act of repeating consonant sounds. by Robert Lee Brewer
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
You-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wildwood
Hush now, gather close, the fire's warm and low, A tale I weave, where shadows twist and secrets grow. I met a stranger on a train, eyes like stormy seas, He spoke of whispers on the wind, and carried mysteries.
By Sher singh2 years ago in Poets
authority. Content Warning.
reclaiming the confidence held in my administration. the authority of the author is me. i have power in my pen - a yet raging judgement, arbitrarily distempered.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Requisite
if only you knew the requisite, then the answer would be about the opposite. So what are we talking about here? Well, it is all simple but not same old same old, yet recluse. Quick question, have you by far understood what you read until this moment were you are reading this word now. Now indeed, this is all about understanding, for without it what good is it delving deeper into these words with no clue of what they speak of. Now that is the Requisite that can be so recluse. Seems far of reach till you get and all that is before you opens up. Understanding, it is not a mystery but can be identified as a mystery, and yet it unveils mysteries (for no mystery is a mystery until Understanding makes it known.). Now. Wherever you may be as you are reading this, just know the only requisite is, Understanding. Do you understand the requisite?
By T MMEREKI2 years ago in Poets
Playing dead
Everything is great, I am wrapped under three blankets with a mug of tea and it’s something o’clock Please don't ask me any more questions though
By AJ2 years ago in Poets