Poetry, is a study of the poems. basically it includes discussion of the poem's imagery, the symbolism used and also the metrical rhyme. Actually it is hard to study poetry. A handy dictionary would be most welcome but readers will constantly rely on their own shema (stored knowledge to inorder to relate) to greatly understand the poems. I suggest that you read Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare. I guarantee that you will find it most entertaining.
poetry is not what is spoken or written its more what is felt.
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not again This of course is more irony than poetry.
hello... There are as many definitions of poetry as there are poets. Wordsworth defined poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings;" Emily Dickinson said, "If I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry;" and Dylan Thomas defined poetry this way: "Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing." but poetry to me is a deep thought an unusual that cannot be made by every 1 there is a secret art behind it as well as a mind blowing mind it is a world of sumtymz dreamz,hope,past and belief. it is a beautiful art of saying ur feelings ur thought in a poetric form.Poetry is the chiseled marble of language; it's a paint-spattered canvas - but the poet uses words instead of paint, and the canvas is you.I believe we can render an accessible definition of poetry by simply looking at its form and its purpose One of the most definable characteristics of the poetic form is economy of language. Poets are miserly and unrelentingly critical in the way they dole out words to a page. Carefully selecting words for conciseness and clarity is standard, even for writers of prose, but poets go well beyond this, considering a word's emotive qualities, its musical value, its spacing, and yes, even its spacial relationship to the page. The poet, through innovation in both word choice and form, seemingly rends significance from thin air.Poetry is evocative. It typically evokes in the reader an intense emotion: joy, sorrow, anger, catharsis, love... Alternatively, poetry has the ability to surprise the reader with an Ah Ha! Experience -- revelation, insight, further understanding of elemental truth and beauty
....feel free 2 ask more ques related 2 this for eg about the poets the kinds of poetries its forms etc
Hi - You posted the same 4 words as a Hub Request some time ago. It didn't mean a lot then and I'm afraid it still doesn't.
If you mean 'what is a poem?' or 'what is poetry?' we might get somewhere, but we might never get past the famous Louis Armstrong definition of Jazz - 'If you have to say what is it, you ain't never going to know!'
The way of thinking differs from one person to another and every individual explains in different manner and I raised this question to collect your views. What do you say about poetry? what do you feel.......
"Robert Frost" said : POETRY BEGINS IN DELIGHT
AND ENDS IN WISDOM.
I don't say a great deal about poetry. I try to write it. Some people think I succeed, some don't. Robert Frost's poetry is far more important than Robert Frost's soundbite on what poetry is. Among my favourite poets are Thomas Hardy and Robert Burns. Whom do you most enjoy reading?
Or, maybe, prose is saying in ten words what ought to take one.
All in the eye of the beholder, or in the hand of the writer.
No-one's ever come up with a definition. Verse is easily described, but not poetry. Really it's best not to try
I don't agree that poetry is the study of poems. Poetry is written by poets and can be simply enjoyed or seriously studied later. Prosody or Poetics are better names for the study, but the word 'poetry' is best kept as a collective term for a poet's output. No argument about Shakespeare though
oh yeah.. that was a mistake though.. comments regrading shakespeare's sonnet 116.. any feedback?
Shakespeare Sonnet 116 (out of copyright, so OK to repost!)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
This is one of the 'evergreen' sonnets in Shakespeare's sonnet cycle. Mostly, this is because it is very straightforward and direct. The language and imagery are accessible to the modern reader.
The first quatrain (Lines 1 to 4) are a simple statement of the constancy of true love. To a modern reader, the 'visual rhyme', love/remove, is uncomfortably archaic, but it was part of the convention of the time. It's one that modern poets are well advised to avoid, especially if hoping to be published. (Similarly, the inverted syntax - when it alteration finds - was conventional, but is deprecated nowadays.
Possibly the extended nautical metaphor of the 2nd quatrain (lines 5 to 8) could trip up anyone unfamiliar with 'bark' as 'ship', or with the idea of 'evaluating' a distant ship's cargo by sight alone (not a lot of radio around in 16th century!) However, this quatrain is arguably the most interesting part of the poem, simply because it presents an image to illustrate the theme.
The third quatrain covers the familiar territory of physical beauty fading with time, while true love remains constant.
The final couplet (Lines 13,14), at first sight, is adding very little. In fact, many of Shakespeare's sonnets seem to throw away the couplet, instead of employing it either to sum up or even subvert the preceding 12 lines. However, there is an ambiguity in this couplet: Because of the convention that allows inversion, we cannot be certain of the subject of the verb 'loved'. The non-inverted interpretation is the simple one:
I never wrote. No man ever loved.
But allowing for inverted syntax, you can read it like this:
I never wrote nor loved any man
And there's plenty evidence in the rest of the sonnet cycle to suggest that the 2nd interpretation might be the correct one.
Just marvel at man: he sees by means of some gristle, and speaks by means of some flesh, and hears by means of a bone, and breathes by means of a perforation!
Just marvel at man: he sees by means of some gristle, and speaks by means of some flesh, and hears by means of a bone, and breathes by means of a perforation! Imam Ali (A.S)
Paraglider's replay in this discussion is more controlled and sensible.Prince Maak is neither ignorent nor innocent to cast this question on this forum.
Both in the east and west, much discussion about the nature of poetry has taken place for centuries. In India, this discussion is atleast 15 centuries old!(much earlier to the birth of English litereture!) With that knowledge and my own experience of reading and writing poetry, I can put it in the following points.
1 .Poetry is the unsuppressable expression of thoughts and feelings which, one feels relieved only after leaving it out.
2Success of poetry lies in its most artistic use of the language.Able poet enlarges the circle of meaning of common words in his poetry.( as W.B.Yeats and T.S.Eliot did)
3. Transitory experiences become permanent through poetry.Similarly, indivisual experiences become everyone's experience.
4 Poetry enables us to enjoy even sorrows.But we do not want such things to happen in actual life!
5 The basic and main fruit of reading poetry is-enjoyment. Rest benefits are only additional, but not meagre!
Every one of the above points needs chapters in explanation.Perhaps I have told only what Mr.Prince Maak has in his mind!
Not counting all the Great Poets of the past, the great poets of the future:
Poetry to me is
A stress reducer,
Love of words
Poetry is fun for me,
More important so you can see.
Things I hide deep inside,
Words that should go world-wide.
Doesn't have to rhyme. More answers? I'm Betty Jo Petty.
Poetry to me is the expression of my feelings. Through imagery I talk about things I never would in every day conversation. It is a release, and the end product is usually beautiful.
Exactly. Never stop writing, even when you seem to 'forget'. It's a Good medicine.
My son, at nineteen has written numerous songs. He taught himself to play guitar. I tried to get him to write on internet, he's not interested. bjp
Looks like the tables have turned - and the best medicine is... POETRY!
I use a kind of poetry in my spiritual work that is called the Science of the Spoken Word. There is power in the scientific aspects of words (rhyme and is it called pentameter, etc) especially the power of consciousness behind the words and the use of them as affirmation/mantra/prayer to change ones self and the energies of the world around self, inwardly and outwardly. For instance;
Oh, Love of God, immortal Love, enfold all in Thy ray.
Send compassion from above to raise us all today.
In the fullness of Thy Power, shed Thy glorious beam,
Upon the earth and all hereon, where life in shadow seems.
Let the Light of God blaze forth, to cut all free from pain.
Raise us up and clothe us God, in Thy Mighty I AM name.
One's form of exspression from inner self, translated in verse and hopefully understood by others, I think ?
One of my favorites goes something like this
If you wish not to be forgotten, once you are dead and rotten.
Either do something worth writing, or write something worth reading.
by good old Benjamin Franklin
POETRY IS THE ESSENCE OF THOUGHTS.
ITS THE BETTER WAY TO CONVEY AND EXPRESS TOUCHY AND ALL KINDS OF
FEELINGS OF SOMEONE.
ITS THE SHORT AND GREATEST POWERFUL WAY TO TELL OTHERS TO INFLUENCE OTHERS.
FRANKLY SPEAKING ITS THE TONGUE OF A POET.
Of course it does... And I shall be publishing some more soon.
Hi, I am new to the hub but not to poetry......Ann Rich is my name but you know me by Deeper Poet! Anyway, Poetry is a Parvenu!
February 12, 2008
It all came to me simply right out of the blue.
I was up against those war raging winds again.
I rose up to a failure of my life way back when.
But it was just like that and immediately I knew.
Abba they cry to my Father , Please! Please renew.
We are just crying out for we all come through sin.
We’re sin sick and do not honor where we’ve been.
It is in the air it is in the water it is definite parvenu.
Give me my purpose give me meaning for being in this.
I will absorb it and transform it to thought of my matter.
I shall come out negative or positive still blowing a kiss.
My thoughts my feelings my life already utterly a shatter.
Devastatingly! I have been denied,
Yet, miraculously! I have survived.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
One of my Acrostic poems titled. . . Poetry
Poetry flows smooth
On wings of rhythm,
Encouraging the reader
To finish each line,
Reading every word carefully,
Yearning for more.
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Which definition of vain should we use for this discussion? Which one the Lord's shall we use? Since there are so many variables to this, let's discuss all angles.
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