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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.

Sun, Moon and Flowers in Bloom
If you are lost in the struggles of life and looking for a home free from strife But you can't seem to find that certain place
By laura larson4 years ago in Poets
Origami Flowers Cannot Survive a Real Winter
Confused— lost between sheets of paper with problems I do not understand. And days that never seem to end, but do not last long enough.
By catchafrisbie4 years ago in Poets
Bury The Hatchet
To bury the hatchet we must first dig Unearth the things that have been forgotten left for dead infested with worms
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
The 5 W's of Home
What does the body do at home? When does sleep relinquish its grip? Where are you when you’re here? If I were to define for you the home, you will expect me to define the family, which is a blood enclave,
By Aaron Restivo4 years ago in Poets
On the go
Always on the way, never arriving The inscription embedded in the verb stands in a row of sycamores Bringing sleepless longing to the sleeping birds
By thad ari4 years ago in Poets
Time for me
No one to laugh at the teenager's pimples He rode an old bicycle and And flew away No one points out a man's age spots
By Veronica R Poe4 years ago in Poets
Shelter or Home
Shelter or Home By Cleve Take sticks or stones, limbs or straw 'tis easy to fashion a shelter or lean to
By Cleve Taylor 4 years ago in Poets
Papa Murphy
My dad was never around when I was growing up He was always on the road He was always working I respected that but sometimes I feel I missed out
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
Fixing the Environment
Cis gendered Age of Autonomy Racial Majority In my dominant community. Ethnic majority In my dominant community.
By DCMJ unsilenced4 years ago in Poets
Words Belong to All of Us
As a poet I am always looking for a new way to explore text and play with words. A new project for me is creating erasure poetry from magazines. This project came from two origins; 1. That I was lacking inspiration in writing organically and 2. I have a a lot of old magazines laying around. Come along for my process of creating a poem from previously written text.
By Rachel Kiskaddon4 years ago in Poets
My Creative Process
I start by grabbing my pencil. Making sure it’s nice and sharp. Then, comes my binder With many a tale. I misplaced my pencil.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Poets
Technology things
Don't belive that the computing is incompatible? the computing is interactive beyond belief. Does the computing make you shiver?
By Thomos James5 years ago in Poets