Poem about writing poetry

jboelhow

The words seem so clear
when running along the keyboard
of my creativity
Somewhere, along the neurological pathways,
between grey matter and muscle
the poem becomes boxed
caged in expectations
The language screams for rules
Noun, simile, semicolon
The paper shies away from my emotions
The reader must understand
But they are my words
my words
my
words

FinsburyParkCarrots

Yes, and when words transcend the rules they become poetry. This is a poem I like. Cheers, jboelhow.

Bu2

*raises hand......points index finger to indicate ~one moment please~*

*continues swallowing the crow*

jboelhow

Thanks FinsburyParkCarrots and Bu2.

Astral Star

I say fuck the rules but then again I'm not very oriented in reality when I create. Interesting read my friend!

deadnote

that makes me think of something i wrote a few ago
it seems up to this point all my poetry has been wwritten by hand and i havent ever freestyle talked out word poetry

and i wanted to say that i really have a lot of respect for the freestyle writers

i liked your poem

DopeBeastie

I have to say that I am privately quite fond of my stuff that makes no sense to anyone else (my chaotic pissing venge-sex pieces)... no one else really likes 'em, but I do. BUT. Also, it's been a very good excersize or discipline or maturation, perhaps, to try to write the kind stuff you hear read by Bob Edwards on public radio international. It's kinda like forcing my teenager to put on a suit and go get a job. Make a little money, and be at peace.


I've never studied the rules, so I'm not hampered by them. Nor am I assisted... but that's cool. I suppose I don't have to be read on PRI... :):)

chadwick

writing-art or poetry, whatever you wanna call it by name
has no rules to go by.
its all up to the author and his/her universe, well, all of ours universe.
its all we are.
its all we have and do not have.
its all we share or should be sharing.
never-ending chain linked but of one.
i feel a bit of poem-ish comin into this universe were i am located.

chadwick

chadwick wrote:

writing-art or poetry, whatever you wanna call it by name
has no rules to go by.
its all up to the author and his/her universe, well, all of ours universe.
its all we are.
its all we have and do not have.
its all we share or should be sharing.
never-ending chain linked but of one.
i feel a bit of poem-ish comin into this universe were i am located.

oh yea i do like your poem you pulled out of your pen/keyboard/heart/mind.
(dont forget the paper) recycle (kill down another tree)
or maybe you pulled this poem out of yours and our river of creativity.
not muddy or clean but rather fresh.