Hi I'm Natasha,

I have decided to share with you some of my most deepest thoughts and feelings through poetry. All the poems i have written are from what Ive been feeling at that time or what Ive been thinking about in certain times of my life.

I find poetry represents a persons feelings and emotions, its not always just a piece of imaginative writing but a personal view of a subject and expression of emotions. I find i write poems more when i have something to get off my chest or when I'm feeling emotions that are hard to handle or express, this is how i get it out and show how I'm feeling.

Now you want to know how to write poetry for yourself?

Firstly i would recommend you read some poetry actually lots of poetry.This will not only give you an idea of what to include in your poetry and how it can be written but it will give you confidence to do so, now what harm can that do? and because your reading poetry your learning poetry and about poetry.

Ok so you have read lots and lots of poetry, now the next thing to do is pick up a pen and start writing your first poem. As i mentioned before i tend to write things about my life experiences, I would recommend you do this for your first poems, write about something you feel strongly about and passionately about, start by writing all your feelings down in a list everything that pops into your head just write it down. Ok now you have a base for your poems ( your words) now lets put these words together in some sort of order along with a string of words explaining how these feelings have come about and what you want from them.

Now one thing to remember and this is where everyone gets it wrong, poems do not have to rhyme, that's not to say that good poetry can't rhyme it just doesn't have to, I personally like rhyming my poems that's just my personal preference. If you write a poem that doesn't rhyme but you like how it reflects your feelings and you like how it comes across and makes sense to you then you have accomplished something, because that's what poetry is... an expression!

So you have now written your first poem... and you hate it? well that's ok it happens to most of us i remember that's how i felt but one thing I'm glad of is that i never screwed it up and threw it in the bin, i kept it and read it sometimes along with many of my first attempts because not only does it show me how much i have improved but it also helps me to change how i do things now and how i word things. Its also nice to look back sometimes and read it. One thing to remember is don't give up do keep trying and who knows you might look back on a poem that you have written years from now and think it isn't actually that bad after all.

Just take a pen and a piece of paper and start writing and good luck :)

The poem gallery:-

just a few poems i have written myself over the years.

When my mother turned 50 i went out and bought a present and a card and then went and got another present for her, but still it just didn't seem right somehow. I sat and thought for ages before her birthday of all the courageous things she had done for me and my siblings throughout our lives and she continued to do so to this day, i thought how no matter what i bought her it would never be something from my personal feelings to show how much i was grateful for all she had sacrificed throughout her life just for us! And while many people just think well isn't that what moms do? its just natural.. and yes it is but i wanted somehow to show her that i was thankful to her and appreciated everything and especially that i loved her so dearly that nothing in this world could possibly express that for me. I decided i would write a book of 50 poems  from my heart purely dedicated to her from me. Now i have been writing poems since i could write because as a child my favourite thing to do was rhyme, which in turn developed into rhyming poems.

So anyway these next couple of poems were ones i dedicated to my mother on her very special 50th birthday and i hope you enjoy them.

THE BEAUTIFUL ENGLISH ROSE

The first flower of spring

the birds up early having a sing

the beautiful English rose!

the day starting a new

that's when i think of you.

The beautiful rose of many colours

the beautiful rose leaves a scent to desire

these things remind me of you

the reason quiet simple

the rose of light pink so soft and gentle

the rose of fire red pure and passion

rose of pale yellow innocent and sweet

the rose of magenta a thought so deep

the blossom through spring

the radiance of summer

the English rose that is my mother.

 

A MOTHERS SILENT PROMISE

When a child is born

a promise is sworn

a silent promise

a moment to reminisce

no words are spoken

as his promise cant be broken

to love and protect from heartbreak and harm

the resist to frighten or alarm

to praise the right and point out the wrong

to give that child the sense to belong

when this child is upset or starts to cry

you always wipe the tears from their eyes

with every mother a love is left to flow

with every emotion learn to show

for a natural mother it all comes so easily

so thank you mom for keeping your promise to me!

 

This poem i wrote when i was 17 years old, this poem was written on my bed the day after my cross German shepherd/rottweiler dog had to be put down at just 8 months old because he had a ver severe hip displacement. When i was growing up my brothers and my sister had each had their own pet in turn, my sister had a cat and my twin brothers had a dog but by the time i had grown up to a reasonable age to take responsibility for my own actions my parents had split up and i always wanted my own dog but couldn't have one due to the situations we had been in.

 Finally my step brother's dogs had puppies and he tried just as much as me to convince my mom and step dad that i should have one of these puppies but they were having none of it. I looked after my brothers dog for the weekend and loved every minute of it. Christmas came and my step father was in hospital Christmas day he had just had a triple heart bypass. Me and my mother took the journey to the hospital to see him, he was still drowsy and coming around from the drugs he had been given.. he didn't actually know what he was saying for most of the time but the sentence that i will never forget was ..' do you want to go and get your dog today'.. i couldn't believe what i was hearing, my dog Benson's was to date the best dog i could have ever wished for, he was by my side day and night..the faithful friend but little did i know he was not to stay by my side for very long.

my poem i dedicated to him.

 

THEY LIED!

Whoever said a best friend was for life

whoever said they don't cause you strife

whoever said they stick by your side

I did believe that this was true

so why am i now feeling so blue

for my best friends been torn from me

although i know he is as free as can be

in a heavenly place

full of grace.

I know that we will meet again some day

at least i hope and pray

for when they day is finally here

no more pain no more tears

whoever said a best friend is for life

whoever said they stick by your side

they lied!

 

 

When Two People Marry

Your hearts are filled with happiness so great and overflowing You cannot comprehend it, for it's far beyond all knowing How any heart could hold such joy or feel the fullness of The wonder and the glory and the ecstacy of love. You wish that you could capture it and never let it go So you might walk forever in its magic, radiant glow. And love in all its ecstacy is such a fragile thing, Like gossamer in cloudless skies or a hummingbird's small wing. And love that lasts forever must be made of something strong- The kind of strength that's gathered when the heart can hear no song. When the sunshine of your wedding day runs into stormy weather, and hand in hand you brave the gale and climb steep hills together, And, clinging to each other while the thunder rolls above, You seek divine protection in faith and hope and love. For days of wine and roses never make love's dreams come true- It takes sacrifice and teardrops and problems shared by two. To give true love its beauty, its grandeur, and its finesse, And to mold an earthly ecstasy into heavenly diviness.

by helen steiner rice.

 

Emily Dickinson

At last to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side, The rest of life to see! Past midnight, past the morning star! Past sunrise! Ah! what leagues there are Between our feet and day!

 

Ghost House

 I dwell in a lonely house I know 
 That vanished many a summer ago, 
 And left no trace but the cellar walls, 
 And a cellar in which the daylight falls, 
 And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. 

 O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield 
 The woods come back to the mowing field; 
 The orchard tree has grown one copse 
 Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; 
 The footpath down to the well is healed. 

 I dwell with a strangely aching heart 
 In that vanished abode there far apart 
 On that disused and forgotten road 
 That has no dust-bath now for the toad. 
 Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart; 

 The whippoorwill is coming to shout 
 And hush and cluck and flutter about: 
 I hear him begin far enough away 
 Full many a time to say his say 
 Before he arrives to say it out. 

 It is under the small, dim, summer star. 
 I know not who these mute folk are 
 Who share the unlit place with me-- 
 Those stones out under the low-limbed tree 
 Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar. 

 They are tireless folk, but slow and sad, 
 Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,-- 
 With none among them that ever sings, 
 And yet, in view of how many things, 
 As sweet companions as might be had. 

by Robert Frost.

 

 marriage perfect

Mr Camel and Miss Dromedary were married And in time a baby was due. Said Mrs Camel to her beloved 'Would you prefer one hump or two?'

 

Aunts

You mustn't be fooled by their features. They look sweet, and kind, and gentle, Some would say quite ornamental, But they're really scary creatures.

'Come here and have a great big hug' She squeezes me 'til I can't speak, Then kisses me upon the cheek, Saliva, lipstick, perfume ugh!

It's Christmas time I really fear. It’s just the same year after year, As I unwrap my worst nightmare, A set of knitted underwear.

So this year I thought I'd treat her To a gift which she could treasure And would give me equal pleasure. I've bought a Spiny Aunteater.

 

The Dentist

An appointment with the dentist Who said, 'Now open wide'  And once he'd prised my jaws apart  He deftly jumped inside

He mountaineered over molars Trampolined on my tongue Then quickly jumped back out again And said 'That's it, you're done'.