(8/27/2008 3:02:00 AM)
I find that writing exercises help me concentrate on my surroundings one sense at a time. One of the basic ones is to find a place and sit, then concentrate on one of your five senses for a few minutes. I like to start with closing my eyes and hearing what is around me for a good five minutes, then with my eyes still closed, I move onto scents in the air, next how something may feel against my skin (the air, clothes) . I'll open my eyes and try to experience the world only with my eyes as though I was deaf, mute, and paralized from the neck down. The last thing I'll experience is any taste if its a glass of water or a dust on the wind. All these I'll write sepretly or record on a voice recorder. Then try to combine them and write about the world I experienced and my emotions on it.
I also try to carry a small voice recorder around with me so when I get an idea or mood, to quickly catch the moment before I lose it looking for a paper and pencil.
Another technique is to do flow of conscience writing, where you begin to write without stopping for a set period of time. It forces you to maintain a steady stream of thoughts. Sometimes it looks odd when you read it back but it allows you to then refine and edit it afterwards without losing the moment you were in.
I also try an exercise where I constrain my lines of poetry to a certain number or words, or syllybles, or even the types of gramer used in it. It doesnt matter, just pick a rule or set of rules and stick with it through the poem your writing.
Ultimitly though, the thing that has helped me write better poetry is to experience other forms of art and culture to give me a deeper sense of the use of prose.
(8/27/2008 2:39:00 AM)
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Folks if you want to post your poems, please create an account and post them under your profile, not in the formus. It clogs them up and prevents the resource from being used as it was originaly intentioned.
(8/25/2008 3:58:00 PM)
Due South....(a group poem)
The simplicity of his character prevailed
upon every occasion,
yet it was the subsidence in his majestic
that momentarily dominated
the unfulfilled and complacent brocade
of her sensibility.
The pattern is, of course, to withdraw
from the possibility of perfection,
to slip beneath the irregularity
of certain delirium, together,
where forward is only the direction in which we face
and choice manifests our meaning.
Omar Ali Sabar
(8/24/2008 2:24:00 PM)
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hi there poetry lovers. This is my first post on this forum so I'll start it with my poem 'The Killer Gaze'
The Killer Gaze
That glaring gaze that turns
the grey to black, water to muck
drops my tray, spills my milk,
roughens the silk
softens the ground, tightens the air
kills my hunger little wonder
strengthens the slumber
cheap thrills to your endless will
that gaze that devours
through my soul and empowers
heart explodes, brain washes,
the soul drenches, breaks the edges
burns my library, dries my ink
Into your world I will sink
Buildings tumble, Nations fall
False dreams and broken thoughts
Cemented to your wall
Ears deafened to the call
Oh this five second stall
The last second, the killer gaze
pierces the eyes layers
conquers the mind's provences
blades the heart's seams
Widening eyes, tunnelled vision
No roads out of this prison
Entrapped in your web, torn and tangled
worn out, drained and strangled
then you'll know, all that you are facing
is just a reflection of yourself gazing
Omar Ali Sabar
(8/24/2008 2:49:00 AM)
This looks not quite similar likes the general forum discussion area. The first I try to look for the members in Poemhunter corner. This is only a trial how it appears. Just first to say hello to all of you.
There are a lot of skill about how to write in poetry I want to learn, so I want you can help me if we can discuss.
Albert Wong (sfiawong) 8/24/08 00: 53am in home usa.
(8/20/2008 9:45:00 PM)
Hello everyone, i have posted a new poem and would like to invite you all to read it and give me some comments on it.... thnx
(8/14/2008 12:09:00 AM)
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In honor of the Chinese, hosts of the 2008 Olympic games.
by Hai Zi
translated from the Chinese by Ye Chun
The mirror is a bowl
on the table
is the potato in the bowl
Growing out of the field
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(8/12/2008 7:25:00 AM)
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(8/12/2008 7:23:00 AM)
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(8/12/2008 7:06:00 AM)
need people to comment on my poem 'who said talk no more of colors? ' constructive criticism is welcome
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