If I told you I love you,
If I told you I hate myself,
If I told you everything I am thinking,
Would you believe it?
If you read these tear-stained pages,
Would you wish,
You had let me explain?
Would you wish,
You had not made that vow?
Or are you truly happy now?
That no matter
The truth
You cannot come back?
I love you;
All the blood and tears
I shed each night
Is proof enough of that
See me lying here,
Might as well be dead;
Are you happy now?
Because I'm not.
Poetry is all about technique;
It is about rhythm
How words flow onto the page,
How the pen moves,
How it all comes together
To paint a picture...
Poetry is one of the most beautiful forms of writing. It is appreciated by many and there are many great poets who have-sadly-passed on. So many budding poets in this day in age, with dark and beautiful writing, but poetry is such a hard market to get into.
And poetry is not as easy as one may think to write, for most.
A poet chooses their words carefully, generally going for the minimal words needed to make the biggest impact. Sometimes a poem is much much longer but your average poem is no more than fifteen to twenty lines. Poems are written with an eye towards rhythm and grace, and often written to the end of being read aloud.
Most of the great poetry is dark. Many poets wrote during hard times and wrote dark poems, but in poetry perhaps the darkness is most beautiful.
A poem verse:
I love you
Cold words that spill from
Broken hearts-
And bleeding lips.
Note where the lines are split; I could have put the words 'broken hearts' with the line before it, but I preferred the rhythm of taking a breath there. Most poetry is meant, to some extent, to be read aloud. To put images in the reader's mind with fragmented sentences and paragraphs. And in some cases the fragmented style inherent in poetry makes the symbolism that much more beautiful.
Poetry can be tricky to master for some; and for others, it just flows. Whichever category you fall into, good poetry is a pure art form and it is a passion just as any other form of writing.
Broken
Lifeless
Lonely
Without you.
What is the point of living?
Once upon a time
Our love;
Now...
It is gone.
Am I capable of surviving?
I just don't want to-
No matter how rock bottom I think I am
I never really am;
It just keeps going down.
I don't know how much
Further down I have to go
I just want to give up
Because it isn't uphill yet-
Will it ever be?
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