Explanation of Poetry for Readers:
My poetry is abstract. It is intentionally disjointed in rhyme to explore the human state.
I try to create reactions to readers, and the reactions can mean that a reader sees the poet behind the poem. This is intentional. When a poet critiques a poem, they look for ways to improve the poet's voice. My voice is there in the poem, and it improves the more I write and explore this type of writing: my personal style.
I realize that a lot of readers do not understand my poetry. They consider it to be too vague or sometimes too emotional perhaps. The poetry is meant to twist the reader to explore aspects of themselves that they usually don't. So if you don't want to explore yourself through poetry my poetry is probably not for you.
Some poetry is plain. It gets right to the point. But in the real world human life is not that simple. We don't just 'get to the point' in our every day experiences. It takes a lot of contemplation behind the person to take your next steps.
It's also a sort of fringe poetry style. As it rejects poetry form. sometimes I have used poetry form like sonnets etc. But that isn't really what my style is meant to be. It's more of an exploration than a form. I explore many possibilities through my poetry.
Here is an example of a disjointed rhyme scheme:
Blue Yellow
She eats Hershey kisses at midnight
In a room with magazines and books
Full of all the words she's been ignoring
Like random people's looks
She dreams in black and white
She dreamed she was Alice last night
Staring down the rabbit hole
She turned her head from that sorta-world
No candyland or wonderland
Can save this woman from herself
She just won't understand
She just cannot find it in anyone else
Her pain is so trivial
It's like a mountain from a mole hill
Taking all her vitamins
To fix the problems with her soul
She never thought
She was broken
But they stuffed her ears with cotton
Said you'll never be forgiven
Well now that it's over
And the song remains the same
She picks up the pieces of herself
And holds them close to her eyes
But the person there has changed
She just can't embrace
That the stranger in the mirror
Is someone else other than her
She's not sure if this is true
And the world is so boring
It spins and swerves and they
Take all from what's been written
She's piling up the books
And piling up their dirty looks
And keeping her lips zipped shut
She doesn't believe in it
The world is perfect in blue
warped and ready to glow
Maybe if she loves them anyways
The stars will turn to yellow
So that's my poetry in a nutshell. I hope you read it and give me a chance.
"Black-Dove (January)" Tori Amos
She was a january girl
She never let on how insane it was
In that tiny kinda scary house
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
Black-dove
Black-dove
You're not a helicopter
You're not a cop out either
Black-dove
Black-dove
You don't need a space ship
They don't know you've already lived
On the other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
The other side of teh galaxy
She had a january world
So many storms not right somehow
How a lion becomes a mouse
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
But I have to get to TEXAS
Said I have to get to TEXAS
And I'll give away my blue blue dress
Black-dove
Black-dove
You don't need a space ship
They don't know you've already lived
On the other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
But I have to get to TEXAS
Said I have to get to TEXAS
And I'll give away my blue blue dress
She has a january girl
She never let on how insane it was
In that tiny kinda scary house
By the woods
Black-dove
"Humming" by Portishead
Closer
No hesitation
Give me
All that you have
And it's been so long, that I can't explain
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Naked
My thoughts are creeping
To late
The show has begun
And it's been so long, that I can't confess
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed
If I remain, how will I know
And it's been so long, that I can't be sure
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
My poetry is abstract. It is intentionally disjointed in rhyme to explore the human state.
I try to create reactions to readers, and the reactions can mean that a reader sees the poet behind the poem. This is intentional. When a poet critiques a poem, they look for ways to improve the poet's voice. My voice is there in the poem, and it improves the more I write and explore this type of writing: my personal style.
I realize that a lot of readers do not understand my poetry. They consider it to be too vague or sometimes too emotional perhaps. The poetry is meant to twist the reader to explore aspects of themselves that they usually don't. So if you don't want to explore yourself through poetry my poetry is probably not for you.
Some poetry is plain. It gets right to the point. But in the real world human life is not that simple. We don't just 'get to the point' in our every day experiences. It takes a lot of contemplation behind the person to take your next steps.
It's also a sort of fringe poetry style. As it rejects poetry form. sometimes I have used poetry form like sonnets etc. But that isn't really what my style is meant to be. It's more of an exploration than a form. I explore many possibilities through my poetry.
Here is an example of a disjointed rhyme scheme:
Blue Yellow
She eats Hershey kisses at midnight
In a room with magazines and books
Full of all the words she's been ignoring
Like random people's looks
She dreams in black and white
She dreamed she was Alice last night
Staring down the rabbit hole
She turned her head from that sorta-world
No candyland or wonderland
Can save this woman from herself
She just won't understand
She just cannot find it in anyone else
Her pain is so trivial
It's like a mountain from a mole hill
Taking all her vitamins
To fix the problems with her soul
She never thought
She was broken
But they stuffed her ears with cotton
Said you'll never be forgiven
Well now that it's over
And the song remains the same
She picks up the pieces of herself
And holds them close to her eyes
But the person there has changed
She just can't embrace
That the stranger in the mirror
Is someone else other than her
She's not sure if this is true
And the world is so boring
It spins and swerves and they
Take all from what's been written
She's piling up the books
And piling up their dirty looks
And keeping her lips zipped shut
She doesn't believe in it
The world is perfect in blue
warped and ready to glow
Maybe if she loves them anyways
The stars will turn to yellow
So that's my poetry in a nutshell. I hope you read it and give me a chance.
"Black-Dove (January)" Tori Amos
She was a january girl
She never let on how insane it was
In that tiny kinda scary house
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
Black-dove
Black-dove
You're not a helicopter
You're not a cop out either
Black-dove
Black-dove
You don't need a space ship
They don't know you've already lived
On the other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
The other side of teh galaxy
She had a january world
So many storms not right somehow
How a lion becomes a mouse
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
By the woods
But I have to get to TEXAS
Said I have to get to TEXAS
And I'll give away my blue blue dress
Black-dove
Black-dove
You don't need a space ship
They don't know you've already lived
On the other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
The other side of the galaxy
But I have to get to TEXAS
Said I have to get to TEXAS
And I'll give away my blue blue dress
She has a january girl
She never let on how insane it was
In that tiny kinda scary house
By the woods
Black-dove
"Humming" by Portishead
Closer
No hesitation
Give me
All that you have
And it's been so long, that I can't explain
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Naked
My thoughts are creeping
To late
The show has begun
And it's been so long, that I can't confess
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed
If I remain, how will I know
And it's been so long, that I can't be sure
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
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- My mood is , and quote is "Be influenced by that still, small voice that resides inside your heart.".
- I am a 20 year old woman from West Virginia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm solving riddles.
- Visit my homepage at gabrielleswriting.blogspot.com/
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- I have 3,415 comments, 28 contests, 3 columns, 283 poems, 23 stories, 1 philosophy, 4 journals
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"That's where I want to go where there is no snow--
sugar and flower beds of roses red15 lines, October 6 -
Jennifer was sometimes amused
and the kids at the playground80 lines, 1 comment, September 28 -
guided by the gentle toes
she lends herself a prayer26 lines, 4 comments, September 4 -
34 lines, 1 comment, August 29
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Broken glass, rusty nails, where the wild violets grow -- From the song: “Diamonds and Gold”
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In morning embrace, thy kiss 'tween,
Loving shamrock, all dress'd in green,17 lines, 8 comments, March 17 -
The best rose is a happy one.
She likes to spend days in the sun.13 lines, 5 comments, March 15
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back in the days when we were young
immortal and full of song10 lines, 3 comments, November 4 -
I'm finding friends in many places
different lands and different faces26 lines, 1 comment, November 4
My Stories
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517 lines, 3 comments, November 10. In <600 words
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(One two three hold your breath) Kneel for confession because Christ your savior has come. (one two three) sinking lower and lower she goes into the water--he has come has come. (One two three) I see them moving around me whi627 lines, 3 comments, October 27. In 600-2000 words
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She had not been about the formalities of civilization. No, as they had seemed almost like the forlorn passages in a strange fairytale. She was avoided, and while they avoided her much as if she were a postcard to some voyager at sea, she avoided the - Column: Dark Matter at allpoetry
This is my short story it's a work in progress. I might turn it into an epic poem or use ideas from it to form an epic poem, which I am currently working out. Any critiques are quite welcomed! And any thoughts as well. - Column: Ashes to Ashes at allpoetry
A new book coming out by me.
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I can't write on here. The atmosphere is stifling. Everyone wants the perfect poem. To me poetry is not perfect and I never want it to be that way. They can rise to fame, I need no honor nor glory and if the world ignores me completely...it won't matter because I don't stoop to the grandeur delusions of life's poeticNovember 19, 400 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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December 22, 2008, In Contemplative, Depression, Diary, First person, Life, Spur of the moment. 19,000 words. Me only.
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thisispast : passed through and found you... on October 28I hardly ever come on this site anymore - but a random email caught my eye. I enjoyed reading your poetry tonight. It hit the spot. I'm interested in your memoir. I have one too - haven't published it yet and it's collecting cobwebs and dust bunnies and such.
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The Rainbows Mind : Creativity on October 26Well, I was passing by because I wanted to become more interactive with those in Poetic Stoners And Psychedelics. You are indeed correct, poetry should be free and it should look at life from several different angles. I've always had the mentality that life could be simplistic, but humanity makes it harder by placing boundaries around themselves so a fearful truth may not be exposed.
At any rate, from what I've read so far from your author page, I like your sense of distinguished individuality. I will definitely soon be reading some of your work. Thanks for joining. -
afroqban on April 15thanks for the kind words. Im glad to have met someone new to read and enjoy now. But right now, i better get back to work lol. Much love and respect to you
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Tristania on February 7I love your poem Tangerine Tragic! It's truly magnificent! Made you a favorite of mine now!
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