Thursday, July 28, 2016

Link to Article: How to start a poem? 5 easy steps.

"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty"

Edgar Allen Poe

This summer I interned with a blog that is a dedicated resource for writers like myself. I was able to contribute one article that can be helpful for anyone hoping to write poetry.

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."

Robert Frost

Here is the link to the article if you'd like some tips on how you can start writing poetry now, or even improve your own writing if you've been working at it for awhile. Poetry is for everyone, and I guarantee that if you take the time to learn and practice, it will only benefit you in the end. 


"Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is only known in private."

Allen Ginsberg

Poetry Hour: Entry 10 - Porcelain

porcelain

break my neck, crack my spine,
i am merely a fly drenched in wine.
pour it down porcelain,
blood stained rich and divine.
my back hunched from the weight
of the meaning, of the voices of my 
enemies screaming, teaming up on me
and i lie bleeding. blue light
beaming in the dark. aged scents
pull me deeper, draw me into the 
sleeper that cradles the creeper,
the shadow looming in the dark. a
cloud in the corner, a cave in the 
ceiling peeling away at my skin. he 
draws me in. again he grins at my
sin and lifts my limbs weaker. do i 
answer? what can i say to this
cutting cancer that keeps me
reeling? a feeling of wretched
worthless withering. slithering he 
comes down from the corner and
meets me, greets me with a 
crooked finger, a touch that lingers. 
putrid, i melt with decay; all good
deeds of the day wasted away. i am
an insect; rotting flesh filled with 
this infection of filth that floods
every fiber of my blood with stain; a
brain born brimming with blame. 
pour it down porcelain. 
pour it down porcelain.
pour me down porcelain.