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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.

Shiva
You will know him when you see him, The dream whispered to me one night. He will speak his name and call to you , It will be upon you like a fright.
By Amanda Hamilton4 years ago in Poets
Who wants to b normal?
The world has changed, that’s a certainty, But every generation, thinks this certainly, Life moves on, we do our best, But don’t compare yourself, with all the rest,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
Love Is True, Huh?
You know its true love when you see them walking and you hit the door, You know its true love when you start tripping over your words to ask them out,
By Devilisa Warner4 years ago in Poets
The Sestina
Let’s talk about poetic forms. This is, after all, a writing site. And I did major in creative writing and have done absolutely nothing with my degree. I’d like to take the opportunity to introduce and inform people about one of my favorite types of poems: The Sestina.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Poets
Symmetrically flow
Do not take the chase reconnect Re-evaluate Be the brave Dance Wave your shape Embrace the face Look into the phase
By Darkos4 years ago in Poets
Top Dog
What could make you my enemy from the moment you arrive? Let's start with the most obvious is your skin color white. Do not get the wrong idea based off my first statement since I to am a white boy; However if you walk on this block and your unknown then you may end up being my new toy.
By Jason Shipley4 years ago in Poets
New Year's Revolution
"New year, new you" I said mockingly As my aunt pulled out a batch of brownies from the oven But your old brownies were perfect
By Hol Nordby4 years ago in Poets
Falling on your pen
The formidable writer’s block has been an ancient foe to writers of every generation, niche, and planet ever known, dating back to when words were initially hieroglyphs.
By Faridah Giwa4 years ago in Poets
My Mother’s Bag
You, that man, in the middle of the night went after, and took my mom’s precious bag while she held it on her shoulder neck,
By Agnes Laurens4 years ago in Poets
Playing with Friends
Whenever he goes on stage, at late night, saying it with lots of flair, his message, to greet his friends in the big hall, with light
By Agnes Laurens4 years ago in Poets
Three Hundred Years Old
Three hundred years ago, or even more, there was a luthier from Italy, who made instruments of high class, I adore. Since the day I started playing, I knew
By Agnes Laurens4 years ago in Poets
How You Can Write Poetry That Is Creative and Original With Confidence
Poetry is a special kind of magic for me. Truth be told, I didn’t always think of myself as a poet. I was a grown man, in college, big ideas of becoming the next great American novelist when I stumbled into a poetry class taught by none other than the award-winning and bad-ass poet, Nikky Finney.
By Gregory D. Welch4 years ago in Poets