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Poetry Is

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Two Hundred words

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” ~Robert Frost

We call poetry words, but this is wrong. Words are words. Poetry is something more. Poetry is something that inhabits the depths of a man’s soul and moves his pen to give life to words and so ascribe what some call poetry.

Poetry is what lies behind the words, prompting them into being.  Take a strand of expression, a strand of passion, and a strand of order. Let the lithe fingers of language plait them together with experience born of wisdom till they spill onto a page in verses. Then read them aloud with the voice of feeling. Shout them from the tree tops with the peril of passion. Quote them in the assembly with the tone of Wisdom. Whisper them to your children with an air of mystery. This is poetry.

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Trouble

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Try this prompt!

PROMPT: Write about a time you got in trouble. Were you right or wrongly accused? Did the punishment fit the crime? How would things be different if you’d gotten away with it? keep your pen moving for 6 minutes.

Peek into the hidden corners of your characters by having them do this prompt.

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Pick an object/word/feeling.

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I was once told to pick something and then write a poem relating to it. There are many you can choose from such as:

  • Colours
  • Feelings
  • Weather
  • Seasons
  • Animals
  • TV shows
  • Celebrities

I chose water and here is my poem:

The rain was a mirror of my life. As I looked down at my feet, I 
was submerged in a pool of water. The puddles reflected my face,
showing the true me. I threw a stone in the puddle; it rippled 
and discarded my face. The rain pattered on the ground, like the 
sound of my beating heart. Looking into a shop window, my face was 
undisguised. Rain was reflected falling down my face like 
teardrops. I wiped my face, but the rain carried on dripping down
from the sky in a wave of sadness. Memories flooded back to me
like a whirlpool of the past.