i'm trying to be a hippy and hippies are supposed to like poetry but i don't get what its all about... can anyone help me?
plus so many people write poetry about butterflys having sex and i watched some butterflys having sex and i couldn't figure out what was so special about it
A: Nobody gets poetry. Not even the people who write it. So don't worry about that. B: Why are you "trying to be a hippy"? I tried to be an airplane once, but it never worked. C: How did you know the butterflies were having sex? Were they playing Barry White and did they smoke a cigarette afterwards?
Hello1 I only write ryming poetry beecause i think it is easier to understand. Here are 3 of my poemes. Title: To all Raisins in the morning, raisins in the fall. When I think of what they were, I begin to bawl. No more beans and bacon, no more birthday cake. Raisins in the morning, raisins in the fall. Title: It's alive! In order to be a true life form - from it more can be born. I might be crazy but now I see, alive and well the Internet it be. Its breed violence, its breed hate, let's kill it now before it's too late. It's created an expanding market for something that's always been wrong now more and more children are crying well abused by the strong. But man is still on top of the food chain and for creating this monster he is to blame. So now its time for the Internet to evolve, and it's new form and structure is for us all to solve. Title: 99 pounds of Canadian art Here we stand, you are you and I am me, the winner takes the bigger purse. We'll take it out doors, I'll hit you with poems that will bring out sores, the winner takes the bigger purse. Out of luck, here comes some abstract that you forgot to duck, the winner takes the bigger purse. Try to run, comedy and tragedy owe what fun, the winner takes the bigger purse. A quick head butt, for not protecting our kid's from smut, the winner takes the bigger purse. Still not clear? Here's one from the arts that I hold dear, the winner takes the bigger purse. Where are the art funds? Did you think we were really done? The winners take the bigger purse. (Written in response to the Canadian Governments cuts to Art funding)
Well, poetry means different things to different people. To some, poetry may seem very honest. If you'e one of those people, I can see why you wouldn't get it, being a complete poser and all...
That's a little harsh, don't you think? Molly, you don't have to like poetry to be a hippy. It's a personal preference that not all people share. Just be you but be open to different situations than you are used to. Peace and love
i think i understand poetry now... yea, i wrote my first poem... decided to make this into a poem... i don't get poetry (name of poem) i'm trying to be a hippy hippies are supposed to like poetry but i don't get what its all about... can anyone help me? so many people write poetry about butterflys having sex i watched some butterflys having sex and i couldn't figure out what was so special about it
Hello! I was a little puzzled from your reply. My username is my way of stabbing at Canada’s 35 years of cuts to public education. PS did you like my poems?
No, not really. I have to say you have no sense of metre, and that you're one of those people who just takes a phrase with a rhyme on the end and throws it in without worrying about the number of syllables or whether it sounds any good. That said, you seem like a nice guy. I have to say that I think your poems seem like rough copies. You could adjust the wording of many of the lines to fit the metre, and present them as a poem instead of a paragraph. That's my critism.
Molly, I think that people's love of poetry - at least in many cases, and to an extent - is related to the fact that the human mind craves patterns, and order. In the case of poetry, the 'order' is created with the use of mechanisms such as rhyme, alliteration and consonance. This might be more evident if you hear the words spoken (e.g. in a rap song) than if you are just reading them on a page.
I can write a poem, I know I can rhyme, String some words together, I do it all the time. I can labor over words till they all sound right, but this could very well take a day and night. What could it be about, I haven't a clue, The grass so green, the sky so blue.? The love of my life, the depth of my soul, War in the world, my favorite bowl ? Would passion give me the words that I seek, to convey the message by sometime next week.? Do I actually, truly have something to say ? Is it more potent than words in the usual way ? Does the rhyming make words more delightful to hear ? Should I go right home now , have a toke and a beer ? Ok, I will !!!!!!!
i am not going to write today when an object is identified with its word, attention is taken away from the object and given to the word take water as an example pure crisp clean water water from a skyscraping mountain far far away far far far away from our greed, our dirt, our suffering only a drop is all you need and there is thousands of gallons of this stuff falling off the hill but not too far far away