'Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.' ~ William Wordsworth ~
I remember that I always love to write poems, even when I was at school I joined English clubs or participated in class poetry competitions. I clearly remember the day I won 1st prize for the first time, it was so awesome. I remember how proud I was, the feeling of joy and making my mind up that I will always continue writing them. I still have those old ones with me, some good, bad,happy,gloomy or ....well, I wont say stupid because I was pretty young and naive.
I am still amazed after reading them. All those emotions neatly wrapped up in a small paragraph. The feeling of intense love or hatred. Maybe its just how a mind works as a teenager, going through different phases in life and growing, learning and understanding things.
I feel as if its the true form of poetry. It can be described in so many ways. Poetry is something that is like the the true emotions a person goes through.
I love how Robert Frost has defined poetry, he says that a poem begins with a lump in the throat and I agree with it. The lump can be defined in many ways because we get lumps when we are over joyed or even when we are in misery and from that point on we tend to put them in words. Its how I get my inspirations. I write poems about how I feel and the emotions that I go through.
But its been a while since I wrote any, held up because of my busy self. I will try to post a recent one soon.
I have earlier posted a small poem called "Moonlight", which I have written a while back. Its one of my old favorites. I think I was in a happy phase when I wrote it but I will post another one which is very dark and sad and its my FIRST ever poem. I think it was the time that I started to know about poetry and was just experimenting with it. I feel very nervous. Maybe because it might be not that good but keep in mind that this was my very first one. Hope you like it.
Sometimes I feel like being torn into pieces
Like my world has been crumbled down
Like the feathers that has been blown by the harsh wind
Sometimes I feel like being shattered into bits
Like the day that has no sun to shine
Like the night without the twinkling stars
Sometimes I feel like being broken apart
Like the poem that has no meaning
Like the song that has no rhyme
Feeling as if the world is upon my shoulders
Feeling as if I am the key to darkness
