Poems are the reflection of one's true self,
All the raw feelings that our hearts express.
Weaving words together will always help
When our minds and souls are in deep distress.
The pen and pencil are but tools of men,
Instruments to express what our hearts choose.
Complex feelings that simple verses send,
Our thoughts stay free despite poetic rules.
From fresh joy to gloom and new life to doom,
Our words flow in grace across blank pages,
To describe how the sun bows to the moon,
How evil in society rages.
Poetry stands naked before all eyes,
Full of passion and without any lies.
Bwahahaha...the Demented Sonneteer is back with his relentless assault of meek readers with the twisted creations of his icy dark mind. Eh..just playing with you. The title I sometimes label myself is none other than a humorous nickname from my teacher for some of the dark imagery I like to include in my poetry, though I am a very happy child by nature.
As my poetry suggest, my favorite style of poetry is the sonnet (three quatrains and a couplet). Though I normally stay close to the traditional rhyme scheme, occasionally the turtle of a poet plays the lion and tinkers with the world of sonnets. Everything from free verse to completely different ways of rhyming. Though I like to experiment with sonnetic styles, few of the more creative inventions fail to receive my approval and are deleted almost instantly for their apparant poetic rebellion. As for iambic pentameter, I sometimes utilize it but most often merely stick only with pentameter. So, for you sonnet purists, I'm sorry but I am a rebel.
I truly believe that poetry is the reflection of one's soul and should always be filled with emotions through words that could paint a vivid pictures in anyone's mind. I enjoy writing poetry usually when I am at a peak of an emotion so as to harness the most intense power of words. Consequently, most of my poems seem slightly depressing since happiness is usually harnessed into chatting or other sources of emotions. Unlike stories and novels I believe poetry requires the most talent and skill, since you are trying to cram all your feelings and thoughts into tiny measured stanzas. Yet, at the same time, an idiot could write an amazing poem as well simply because poetry is at its best when written out of the soul and emotions are the source in which the soul survives. Even the village fool can be mad, sad, glad, or filthy bad.
All in all poetry is a style of wonders. It shows each person's uniqueness in full bloom, since no poet could ever be completely alike in style. Even when we emulate another style, our subconscious mind blends it together with our own latent talent.
Background courtesy of the great Seraph1885!
*I don't teach anymore...*
All the raw feelings that our hearts express.
Weaving words together will always help
When our minds and souls are in deep distress.
The pen and pencil are but tools of men,
Instruments to express what our hearts choose.
Complex feelings that simple verses send,
Our thoughts stay free despite poetic rules.
From fresh joy to gloom and new life to doom,
Our words flow in grace across blank pages,
To describe how the sun bows to the moon,
How evil in society rages.
Poetry stands naked before all eyes,
Full of passion and without any lies.
Bwahahaha...the Demented Sonneteer is back with his relentless assault of meek readers with the twisted creations of his icy dark mind. Eh..just playing with you. The title I sometimes label myself is none other than a humorous nickname from my teacher for some of the dark imagery I like to include in my poetry, though I am a very happy child by nature.
As my poetry suggest, my favorite style of poetry is the sonnet (three quatrains and a couplet). Though I normally stay close to the traditional rhyme scheme, occasionally the turtle of a poet plays the lion and tinkers with the world of sonnets. Everything from free verse to completely different ways of rhyming. Though I like to experiment with sonnetic styles, few of the more creative inventions fail to receive my approval and are deleted almost instantly for their apparant poetic rebellion. As for iambic pentameter, I sometimes utilize it but most often merely stick only with pentameter. So, for you sonnet purists, I'm sorry but I am a rebel.
I truly believe that poetry is the reflection of one's soul and should always be filled with emotions through words that could paint a vivid pictures in anyone's mind. I enjoy writing poetry usually when I am at a peak of an emotion so as to harness the most intense power of words. Consequently, most of my poems seem slightly depressing since happiness is usually harnessed into chatting or other sources of emotions. Unlike stories and novels I believe poetry requires the most talent and skill, since you are trying to cram all your feelings and thoughts into tiny measured stanzas. Yet, at the same time, an idiot could write an amazing poem as well simply because poetry is at its best when written out of the soul and emotions are the source in which the soul survives. Even the village fool can be mad, sad, glad, or filthy bad.
All in all poetry is a style of wonders. It shows each person's uniqueness in full bloom, since no poet could ever be completely alike in style. Even when we emulate another style, our subconscious mind blends it together with our own latent talent.
Background courtesy of the great Seraph1885!
*I don't teach anymore...*
- Last seen on Aug 9 9:10 PM. Member since September 17, 2003.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 510 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "More insane than a hamster hooked on Prozac!".
- I am a guy (US)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student of Life.
- I have 510 comments, 3 contests, 5 columns, 115 poems, 4 stories
My Poetry
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Alone and silently crying, slowly dying inside
Hugging and rocking, pressing against the beside19 lines, 1 comment, March 29 -
With courage firmly grasped I managed to ask
A girl I had my eyes on for quite some time17 lines, 1 comment, January 20 -
In a moment of clarity I gazed within me
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We go through life's hardships with high hopes
That one day our efforts bear fruit and serve22 lines, 2 comments, October 9, 2008
My Stories
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“All right, we have martial arts next!” Bane exclaimed in excitement, his usually stone face full of happiness.1691 lines, 1 comment, October 5, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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Chapter 2
Weaving the Ancient Powers1446 lines, 10 comments, March 7, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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