شما شاعر هستید و دانیل تیزدال قصد دارد آن را نشان دهد. دانیل شما را در طی مراحل نوشتن خود به نمایش می گذارد تا قدرت شعر را به نمایش بگذارد تا در یادآوری ، اندوه و جشن به ما کمک کند.
دانیل تیزدال از سال 2009 مدرس ارشد گروه انگلیسی در UTSC است. او نویسنده سه کتاب شعر و کتاب درسی شعر با عنوان The Writing Moment: یک راهنمای عملی برای ایجاد شعر است (انتشارات دانشگاه آکسفورد 2014). وی دریافت کننده جوایز متعدد برای کار خود است و علایق تحقیق او شامل نوشتن خلاق و شعر است.
این گفتگو در یک رویداد TEDx با استفاده از قالب کنفرانس TED ارائه شد اما بطور مستقل توسط یک جامعه محلی ترتیب داده شد. بیشتر بدانید در.
لینک دانلود
You said goodbye
With your eyes
As you began to lift yourself
to fall.
The last puzzle piece,
Shaped like a dove cast
With clipped wings.
This guy is a maniac.
I really appreciated this
I wanted to share the good news. I had participated in your exercise and wrote great work. I shortly after, wrote a poem that compared almost through the whole poem. I found out today, it was chosen for inclusion in the 2020 pushcart prize anthology. The poem was nominated and then chosen. It was also chosen for publication.
This is the poem I wrote for my crush. guess who
Crush.
I like it when u say
Lovely,lovely,lovely.
I love it when u flip your hair a thousand million times
I hate that i like it when u giving me heart attack n butterflies
I hate that I like you even we so far away and my feelings for u never fade
all I can say is
I love you, i need u,
Infront of my phone screen. (lol)
I like you.
My Lovely, lovely,lovely.
Crush.
Marry me, park jiminshi.
Life is depressing and dry
It will make you cry
The more you try to understand the more depressing it get
So dig a hole for your mind and berry it before it consumes and you die
Dark hair like my dark room
10 minutes after bedtime
As my day dissolves from dolls and play
Into dreams of fantastic flights and parades of elephants and sometimes scary sharks in mermaid depths
Skin as soft and pale as the haze around the moon
Shining in my window when the stories are all done
and I am left with wisps of memories, hard to catch, of the past day and hazy maybes of the days and weeks and years to come.
And when I tucked my feet up and hid my face under the comforter
I was dead afraid of what I didn’t know and couldn’t see, but only guessed at vaguely and uneasily.
The blanket’s shield her warming goodnight kiss, and the chilly draft that blew under the door,
the fleeting days until the one when I’d never kiss her goodnight any more.
You too watch YouTube
And into the tube you fall
When you too watch YouTube
For a moment you leave us all
I wonder what would come of you if you hadn’t gone away
Into the YouTube universe where you for so long stayed.
THE CELLO
Is woman shaped
Curved like a river
Which is what a woman's
Body is
The cello:s voice is the
Human voice
A woman's voice reminds
Me of the sea
I hold a woman
Like I hold a
Cello
My fingers travel
The road of her
Curves
I travel the journey
Of her sound
11'11'19
Rose are red
Floor are red
Everything red
People are dead
When I'm in pain I wish to sometimes to be the rain
To start from somewhere way too high
And think that I have a purpose to fly
The rain doesn't think about falling. It just does
And I never thought about dying. Til I was.
I want to be the rain. To let the pain flow down the road and only be an inconvenience to those wanting to stay dry.
I want to be the rain. To not be judged to cry
Oh how bad the pain.
Oh how I wish to be the rain.
Tired no sleep people think im insane
Quiet so clear my mind when it’s too late
The issue and the question is none of your consern
The cold blue drop will freeze no matter how strong you burn
Turn your head away
Tomorrow is a brand new day
Ok, so that came out of nowhere
Struggling with the gutting disbelief
The childless mother
Instinctually numb
Raw, guttural, inaudiable
The motherless child
Choose a side, pick a side
Not the right side
Not the orphans side
The childless mother
The motherless child
If you wanna touch it, go ahead and touch it
But remember, you'll have to learn to play
When you do, we'll be there to watch it
To make sure you have earned your pay.
My poem:
Am I enough?
Am I enough? I feel empty. I feel nothing. There is this voice. It tells me I am nothing and worthless. I do not believe this voice. Am I enough?
Am I enough? I feel a distant connection from society. I forget my words and stumble to find something to say. The voice is still there. Am I enough?
Am I enough? I push away my friends and family and get angry easily. The voice keeps appearing and it won’t stop until it gets it’s way. Am I enough?
Am I enough? I’m failing my classes and struggling to get up in the morning. I try to get help but the it’s not helping.
I keep asking myself am I enough. But now I know the answer, I am enough. We all are. We just have to believe it.
The End!
I want to be a poet and I'm not even a native speaker such a dream
Mr. Playing Safe, please play safely
With the game of love you played with me
The result isn't the result you wanted to be
So, I could laugh at you everyday
You are somewhat sure that I fell in love with you
But, I don't remember, did I say so?
You are certain I'm nothing without you
But I realized, life is much better without you…"boo!".
She grabs a tight hold of my lungs and threatens my breath
she can’t stand to see me calm
She creeps up on me late at night shoving troubling thoughts my way causing my hands to shake
Wether I’m in bed or with my friends I can’t catch a break
for without me she’d have no purpose; her purpose being driving me to question if I’m sane
I feel her tugging me multiple different ways while standing on my chest
Til I’ve had enough and decide to let her win
I let her pull me apart and as she does I invite her in
because anxiety strives to get the best of you so that’s what I’ve decided to let her do
Everything is Nothing
By The First Time Poet
To have everything…
Is to have nothing
Rather have just one thing
Then that'd be something
Broke and rich are the same thing
To have balance…
Is to have equivalence
And sacrifice importance
Balance is pointless
At least with nothing you can advance
In the end, everything…
Is really the worst thing
Cause it'd be like having nothing
When all that's left is losing
And that's not motivating
So dont strive for everything
Is dis gud ???
"Hotel ?
Trivago."
one of the best videos i have ever watched! impressed!
I will personally pray, as a man of God, for you and those who knew this man Blaire that they might find peace of they haven’t already.
Blue smoke and soft lips,
Warm jumpers and pale clay dust.
Late night stillness like an empty railway station,
Glad we have missed the last train
So I can stare, instead, into your eyes
Amid this owlish Autumn.
my heart's on an unpleasant haste
to meet your sunkissed face
but I can never go back
a picture on the kitchens shelf
I'd never want more or less
you make my heart beat fast
even though you're in my mind
unknown but still divine, I would want to go back
This was wonderful! Gave me a much better process to write, thank you! 🙂
this guy is great
Coconut in my desk
Well you know
Man, i have to rest
Window
Tap tap tapping of the rain, falling silently on the roof;
like a secretary studiously snapping – with missing keys.
Your smile broke through the haze, like a search light in the night;
and illuminated my love – 'bare' – for all to see.
Her baps were substantial
One could call them a handful
But all I got was an eyeful
Because she was way out of my league and I'm at best, maybe like a 4/10 and she was a solid 10/10, perfect face, lovely curves, proper model type and I just couldn't muster the courage to talk to her out of fear or getting rejected, and I was with my mates…..
Nobody:
me:
roses are blue violets are red i have to go the the washroom Shits pants Never mind. The End.
Everyone: Snaps AGGRESSIVELY
All I wanted to say
Is that this guy looks like Shakespeare
But as I was scrolling down the comments
I realised you were all making poems
So I decided to do the same
I hope you don't find it lame!
Thank you. You drew me in. Great lecture.
view.
you are the star i view for the last time
like a astronomers nightmare
i share my last glance to you
as i trail off to another path
i still think about you
winter forms and we grow cold
in and out this grows old
white noise has a hold of our phones
this was the last time
let see how this goes,
today is a beautiful day,
i see all my friends at the park.
today is a beautiful day
i see not her at the park.
Today is beautiful day,
and i realized at the park,
that i won't see her forever
I still haven't seen her as the decades goes on.
wow that's actually cathartic.
Edit:thank you whoever gave me a like, im glad you liked my poem^^!!
When it comes to poetry, or any other form of literature, don't wait until you find inspiration. Write, and you will find the inspiration. Watch the movie Dead Poets Society, and the scene were Robin Williams encourages one of the students to create a poem from his heart.
I have been writing poems for years just for my own benefit, many about emotional problems, this is good, rather than just think about it or write about it composing a poem about is just like a map of your problem it really works and is very useful.
Thank you for posting
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Is it able to write a song as a poem?
I am good at poems
No I am not
Vauge and numb,
Every time im feeling pain,
Yeah, im feeling love.
Unsure and akward.
Trying to walk home,
Falling down backward.
I am an empty shell,
Broken, fall apart again.
Wish I could reach the window,
Let this mindset out of my heart.
I wish i could find home,
But each time im looking,
Im getting hurt and missunderstood.
How many circles do I have to walk til' im lost for good?
I absolutely love this talk ❤
Its crazy how I started writing because my buddy passed, and now I watch this Ted talk and, in a sense, it's about those who passed, its jus crazy I came hear to learn mo, and it's about recalling a loved one, who passed.
I dream of you …
And in my dream I dream of you…
Every time I wake up from the next …
I return to sleep in my dream and dream some more …
Extending the dream to wake ratio as much as I can …
I dream of memories that could of been memories…
Things we never got to do…
I wonder if you dream of me wherever you are… and dream that I’m with you
As my eyes open and I’m awake your Touch Is last to leave …
I almost brought you back to life … my brother why are you all I need♥️…..
There was an AI made of dust,
Whose poetry gained it man's trust,
If it follows ought,
It'll do what they thought,
In the end we all do what we must.
Anyone else notice that the video was 18 mins and 18 seconds? No? 0k
Each and every one of us has poet in us, but not all of us have the ability to express ourselves in poetical terms. Writing a poem is a mere banality, on the other hand writing good poetry is a talent which needs to be honed; moreover the ability to appreciate and analyse poetry is true genius. The ability to write musical poetry that flares with apt symbolic expression and rich literary technique is as miraculous as a budding flower.
Your footsteps frailed
Echo in an empty forest
We once called home
Okay so I made an image, added 'like' or 'as' and it sounds good. What do I do now? How do I make a longer poem?