When it comes to poetry, there are so many different forms and styles out there it can all seem sort of confusing. Especially when you are attempting to write your own. But don’t let that deter you, writing poetry is such an amazing pasttime and hobby.
It’s been around for centuries, and will continue to live on throughout time, for as long as literature is an outlet for us humans. Writing poetry is form of therapy, seeing as it allows you to get out your thoughts and emotions onto the page in a way that allows you to process them. Otherwise, emotions can fester, and can build up until they are too much for us to deal with. Getting them out is much more cathartic.
Writing poetry can also be a very fun thing to do. Especialy when you practice it on a daily basis. It is a muscle like any other, and you can build it up overtime. Many of the most famous poets wrote for most of their lives. So if you are just starting out, do not fret, everyone started somewhere. One of the best forms of poerty to get your started out properly is a 12 line stanza, better known as the Rondeau Prime. A Rondeau prime is a form of
9 line poems by famous poets
1. Twin Stars
Can You Hear My Heart?
Oh, but I can tell!
We are Twin Stars
With different births.
My caring shadow-
It has your face
The voice of my soul
Knows well your name.
Tell me,
Can you hear my heart?
Oh! How I love you,
My best friend.
-Clairel Estevez
2. “June: The Gianicolo”
3. Unknown
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale heard;
and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
-Emily Dickenson
4. Ode to Sorrow
Her eyes, a closed book,
her heart, a locked door;
she writes melancholy
like she’s lived it before.
She once loved in a way,
you could not understand;
he left her in pieces
and a pen in her.
The ode to her sorrow
in the life she has led-
her scratches on paper,
the words they have bled.
-Unknown
5. Airline Surprise
On a mao
I see black lines.
From the sky
I see designs.
Lines of river
trace a field.
Shapes of nature
are revealed.
Countries seem
to disappear
There are no borders,
way up here.
–Unknown
6. 12 Lines of Sorrow
The night air is cold
The world is dark
Once again you feel old
Listen! Can you hear it? Sweet song of a lark.
It makes you younger, it makes you mine
Yet I am silent,
Makes you joyfully smile.
Then it is gone, I sing my lament
A lullaby of the breeze
-Gone perfume of flowers sweet
A stray dog, covered in flees.
It’s life ended; no more does it leap…
-Anne Harkonen
7. 12 Lines
For every When? There is a Why?
For every push, there is a pull
For every truth there is a lie
For every fall there is a fool
For every Where? There is a How?
For every Heaven, there is a Hell
For every moment there is a now
For every nose there is a smell
For every foe there is a friend
For every smile there are many tears
For every start there is an end
When every day we face our fears
–Gordon David
8. Success Is Counted Sweetest
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the Purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear.
-Emily Dickenson
9. Wings
My wings expand as I reach
for the sky
They cannot be clipped, I will
not be still
I need to reach my snow-
capped mountain
For I cannot settle for
anything less
My dream is nestled in the
snow-capped top
I expand my wings and
ascend…
-D.G Torrens
