I'm just in highschool and I really do want to learn how to write poetry except my country's curriculum doesn't teach like a couple years ago I didn't even know there was poetry in English, and I want to learn how to write a good poem I just have zero idea how or where to start. I am a good writer in other topics I just don't want to be so terrible at poetry.
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limpid quarry
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Hi blue, i am a beginner poet myself, if you could share some of your works it'd be nice! Anything at all, any attempts at writing poetry, whatever it is.
As for how to start, you don't need to have an established story, an established start or a clear end. The beauty of poetry is rewriting! But if I had to say what the most important part of a poem is, it'd be meaning, I'd say is the soul of the poem. First, figure out what you want to convey to the reader. Then there's the theme; the heart of the poem, which is the device you're gonna be using to convey the meaning.
You could reverse engineer this, wherein you figure out your theme and then the meaning, but the meaning should always be underlying and mostly never spoken aloud; most great poets imply the meaning and not state it.
As for words, as for poetic devices, read a lot of poems and figure out what voice suits you the most.
Just keep writing and send it here in this server, people will critique and you'd learn from your mistakes
Now theme and meaning are NOT the same.
I'll give you an example,
I wrote a poem about a rotting garden,
The meaning was:- even things that seem beautiful can hide suffering
The THEME itself was centered around nature, family, changing of seasons, and rot. So here, the qualities of the garden (which is the theme) are not the meanings of the poem. They are just a framework to convey your meaning.
Don't just write about random things, you'd have an urge to write about a specific topic, just write about that
limpid quarry
suffocation
glimpse rush back in when the time is wrong
vivid
painful
could one be stupid enough to fall for such easy tricks?
sitting at my desk staring at the teacher’s mouth moving
almost like words are unfathomable
am I feeling anything?
not exactly
we’re all swimming here but no one taught me how to swim
clueless
my head’s underwater sinking down
take a deep breath
but that’s impossible now, isn’t it?
well, it feels like it.
it was never water though was it?
even yanking myself upwards staying afloat seems to be absolutely impossible
is the weight on my chest even real?
it follows like a shadow except the shadow’s in your head. you can’t really escape that now, can you?