Poetry is more than just words on a page—it’s the rhythm of thoughts, the heartbeat of emotions, and the voice of the human experience. From ancient epics to modern free verse, poetry has always been a powerful tool to express complex feelings, provoke deep reflection, and inspire change. Whether it’s a sonnet, haiku, or spoken word, poetry captures what we often can’t say outright, using language as a canvas for our hearts and minds. 💭
What makes poetry so special?
Poetry is unique in its ability to convey deep truths in a few short lines. It invites readers to pause, reflect, and interpret words in ways that evoke emotion and contemplation. Through metaphor, imagery, and rhythm, poets can make us feel joy, sorrow, love, and even anger in ways that no other form of writing can.
Why does poetry matter today?
In a fast-paced world, poetry offers a moment of pause. It allows us to slow down and connect with our inner thoughts, our society, and our shared experiences. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the simplest words can hold the greatest power. 🖋️
Let’s dive into the world of poetry! Whether you’re a writer, a reader, or someone discovering poetry for the first time, let’s share what moves us. Post your favorite poems, your own creations, or even a few lines that have left an impression on you. 🎶
What does poetry mean to you? How has it shaped the way you see the world? Share your thoughts and let’s inspire each other through the beauty of words!
Nothing in particular is coming to my head, but I used to write poetry every single day!
I found one now that I'm willing to share from 2012.
Laughter –my inspiration
A recreation of disaster,
Backtracking quite the blast
Er – I think.
I think I lost all control
‘Cause when I reflect
Flowers distorted
Heavenly highs
We catch the drift and breed flies
We call them maggots,
Call them dope
We watch them squirm
And become our hopes
Now, us the people, we are nothing
But broken delight
We are the frightened
And the aching
And the panicked flight
Of people, trapped in seats
Air masks suspended too
But no one puts it on because
That’s too close to truth
We’ll be okay, they say
We’ll breathe just fine, assured
But when they try, they struggle
And choke, oh how absurd
We are the broken, broken
We are the filthy last
We are the ones who hate ourselves
Especially from the past
We are aching, breaking
And everything in between
We’re everything like flowers
HA, but save the seed
We are the hello-goodbye
And heavy carried sighs
The shoulders with boulders
And even crying fears
We’re everything, we say
Quite boldly and astute
Proudly we are the gracious
But broken nonetheless
And cherishing the heartaches
within the concave chest
sometimes, the simplest words can hold the greatest power
The pen is indeed mightier than the sword. Words can move people, they can offer hope or despair, they can guide through darkness towards the light.
If you write poetry (and want to) please share some with us. Thank you, Ali!
Whispers of the Soul
Words dance like fireflies in the night,
Softly glowing, weaving light.
They cradle dreams, they heal the ache,
A silent storm, a gentle break.
In verses, hearts find their refrain,
A mirror to both joy and pain.
For poetry, in its tender role,
Is the art of words that speak to the soul.
You guys have inspired me to write a little something about words, too!
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Each syllable that juxtaposes
And hinges on itself
It tells the tale of a well-made trail
And of thorns it pushes past
Incline, ancline, syncline
Up hill and the shift a million years
Held up to light, the sun's glowing might
Hoping not to fall on gone ears
Listening to something more, periled beyond
These are the words that carry us
And of which we should be fond