This post was inspired by my cousin who hates poetry because he does not want to look for meaning in anything! He doesn’t have to like poetry but by golly gum drops he will learn to appreciate it! (Insert higher power reference here) as my witness! You will learn to appreciate POEMS! (Waving fist maniacally in the air!)
I enjoy poetry! for most people though it is a dreaded piece of literature. The rhyming nature, a haiku, and epics that charge on through the literary world with alliterations and an onomatopoeia or two, stanzas and lines; even the language of poetry is too much sometimes, but the beauty of poetry is that is can be anything you want it to be.
A bird takes flight.
The love you once lost.
That dark night’s noise.
Manifested into words that leap from the mind. Poetry makes you rhyme.
Poetry is more than just rhyming words. Albeit, I find it easier to write in rhymes (well at least I think I rhyme) than free verse. I admire free verse poets. They’re just the bee’s knees and the cat’s meow!
Love it or hate it poetry serves a purpose to writers. It allows you to explore the depths of your writing or it can serve as a release for the sheer utter nonsensical thoughts that might arise about an ice cream cone. It is not constricted by the rules of grammar; it is liberty in expression—freedom from the rules that on occasion box you in. Sometimes, a period simply doesn’t fit because the thought is never complete; it’s meant to hang there in time and make you think. You might think this was great or this really sucked, you might infer a deeper meaning into the words but the lines will make you think.
Poetry gets a bad rap and it shouldn’t.
Why do you think angsty (yes! not the proper use of this word, but that’s fine no need for the rules to apply.) teenagers love writing melodramatic verses of their existential lives:
Whoa me! It’s so hard
My life, it really sucks so bad
Mom said: “clean your room.”
The pain and dissonance that comes forth in haiku, because mom said: “clean your room.”
If love sends you on trip
Send me to the far side of the moon
As I will glide
Through the stars
And in the air
As love sends me on a trip
In a little rocket ship.
OK, that was cheesy! But hey I just made it up to prove a point and that last line’s a reference which parents should know.
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So let us not be so disparaging about poetry and embrace the power of prose and explore the freedom of writing through verse. Poetry is fun, poetry is serious, whatever you make it poetry is yours!