I consider myself to be a poet, but that’s what all writers considers themselves. Am I right?
No, but seriously. It was a while before I decided that I could write some decent poetry. I remember my father once found one of my poems insulting since I technically outed parents everywhere (I was still in primary school mind you) and I lost motivation for a while.
When I was in grade eight, I made a friend who taught me how to rhyme. It was very helpful and addicting for a while. I got more confident in the poems that I wrote and I started to enjoy writing again.
So you’re wondering how to poem like a pro? Here’s a tip from a self proclaimed poet.
That’s all for this post…
J.K. But that is part of the tip. If you want to write great poetry, just write. Don’t say you can’t write meaningful lines. Don’t say you can’t rhyme. Don’t say you can’t. Period.
What you say will happen. That’s what I was taught. I was told never to say negative things because if I say it, it will happen. So instead of saying negative things just say “I can poem” or at least “I’ll try my best”. That way you’ll be positive about it and you’ll be able to write much easier.
So what if there is someone who can write an award winning poem in one sitting? Well, there are others who take days, months even to finish their master piece. Writing poetry is not easy, but with a positive attitude it is doable.
My tip to all aspiring poets is to write.
That’s all I have to say.
Let’s just say that you were never here,
I never met you,
You never existed.
Or let’s say I never saw your smile,
I never heard your laugh,
I never heard your voice.
Wow that would be sad,
That would be a shame.
For the only reason my life has colour
Is because of your smile
That lit my world up
And gave me a reason to live.
“Yeah, that sounds about right.
A love poem you’d call it.
More reason for me to be faceless,
This is me expressing myself
Have you been seeing me
Standing by your side,
All of this time?
Or are you just choosing
To ignore me
And our past memories?
Gosh, you have grown
Different from who you were.
Different from who I know.
Whats up, howzit?
Do you even remember
And the tears shared?
Because that is what
You are good at.
Me in shambles
With no regrets.
Something you never learnt to say,
Something you never found necessary,
Something I wish you could have said.
At least once. At least twice.
At least whenever you hurt me.
I do not like you, nor do I like the way that you were brought up.
You seem to think that all you do is god-like
when in reality you’re just messed up,
screwed up, inhuman, filled with unnecessary spite.
You know how much you’ve hurt me and those I love
and for that, I can never find it in myself to forgive you.
You know by now how much of you we are sick of.
So stop sticking to us like some glue.
Hate is such a bad word. A terrible one that I feel guilty of using
even to a person as vile as you.
What are you doing?
Butting into others’ lives just to make them blue.
The fact that someone like you managed to be spewed into existence
goes to show that darkness really is persistent.
Kind of a dark poem, but I was venting. Forgive me.
I live not for me
but for you, to keep you warm.
I love not for me
but for you, to see your smile.
What is hate?
Is it you glaring every time our eyes meet?
Is it you not acknowledging my existence?
Is it you purposely being with other girls
when you know how I feel?
It is you forgetting all the good times that we shared?
Is it you making sure that I am in the room before stating
just how happy you have become?
What does it feel like to be hated?
Is it the feeling in my chest
of my heart being ripped out of my body?
Is it the endless pain of when I look at our old pictures?
Is it my desperate unanswered pleas to forget?
Is it feeling like fate has decided to turn it’s back
and let me drown in my own pitiful existence?
Is it me whenever I see you with her?
None of it is hatred.
None of it is being hated.
It is just another way of loving
someone who has never cared
from the beginning.
Out of all the things
That can make me frown
Out of all the beings
You were the one to push me down
You held my hand
Whispered sweet nothing
Made me feel grand
Called me your darling
You made me believe
The lies and deceit
And now I grieve
You have me defeat
You have me seize’
With the sympathy you lack
You force me on my knees
A knife you hold behind my back