When I write poetry, you know,
I start with a feeling in mind.
Or maybe a picture in need of description...
Or a situation to undermine.
And it'd from these the words grow.
Like flowers with letter petals...
Then watering them with ideas,
Until into a phrase they settle.
Them once all have been watered.
I pick the ones I like most.
And from here I build a poetry bouquet.
One that hands enjoy to host.
ยฉOdd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Poetry, poetry. For me you will always be a mystery. Words get rhymed and they get that meaning. Gives us that feeling. A good or a great poem is nice to read.
I'm always aiming to write The perfect words for a perfect poem A poetry that speaks not only of - Disjointed words, and flowerly rhymes, I do not write for pennies and dimes.
First I'm idea-less Can't find the words Second I'm inspired Ideas just occur Third I look back Disgust in my eyes Fourth I'm regretful And wondering why Fifth I return to the initial state And get...
I am not dead. Just gone away. Like a vacation. I'm back to stay. Until I get tired. And take some time off. To get myself together. To get rid of this cough. I have not passed away.
I'd choose diamonds so no-one could break it. Or gold so it would always be guarded. Maybe balloons, when it's big I'd be generous. Or elastic so I'd never be torn.
I often wonder how it would be, If I was born a great oak tree, Stood tall and proud all on my own, Once just a seed nature had sown. Witness to all manner of things.
I don't usually like talking about myself, but I feel like I have to explain my poetry and justify it. I am not a severely depressed person, nor suicidal. I actually quite enjoy my life.
You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
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