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Title: Writing Tips

Author: New Poets Press

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How Do I Know If I’m A Poet?

Are you alive?  Do you hear an inner voice that cries
for expression in a form other than direct speech?  Are
you moved by the world around you? If the answers to
these questions are “yes”, then you are potential poet.

What separates poets from non-poets?  Poets write,
non-poets don’t.  If you really want to be a poet, the first
thing to do is put your inspirations to the page…so you’ve
come to the right place.

To Rhyme or Not To Rhyme?

The basic thing to remember is that Poetry is the written
or verbal expression of inner feelings and impressions.  It is
an art form that allows the creator to layer understanding
and meaning with subtle references or to create a specific
feeling or impression that works at both the conscious and
subconscious levels.

Early poetry was rhymed because it was sung or treated
as lyric.  As in the case of early music writing, this led to the
development of strict forms, styles and meter of writing.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with writing a poem in any
style you may choose, so long as the content agrees with the
style.  An experienced poet will feel the theme they wish to
write and a specific style may come to mind.  A Sonnet is a
classic form for writing love poems as it has become nearly
synonymous with the subject.  However, one would seldom
see a poem that decries the brutality of war in sonnet form,
unless there was a specific intent to pose two such emotions
in counterpoint.   There is no set rule for form or styles
(although specific forms and styles have their rules) and just
as you’ll find in any area of study, the “beauty is in the eye of
the beholder”.

You’ll find in Publishing Books such as Poet’s Market
that some publishers refuse to look at rhymed poetry, while
others will look at nothing else.  On the side of those who
nearly insist on rhymed poetry is a loose quote of Rudyard
Kipling who when asked how he felt about the new form of
poetry called “Free Verse” replied: “I’m not sure, why don’t
you quote me some?”

Conversely, the current trend in modern poetry is towards
Free or Open verse.  Keep this in mind when you are told
your poetry “should be” free verse by other poets and

It is fairly obvious that the mind uses sounds to assist its
memory, which is why a rhymed poem is probably more
easily remembered.  However, a poet must decide whether
it is better to have a poem easily remembered or better
understood and appreciated.  If you have a talent for creating
rhymned poems that don’t sound “too rhymy”, then by all
means, go for it!  If you find yourself forcing rhymes and
corrupting your poem just so it fits, another example of
“fitting a square peg into a round hole”, you should reconsider
the use of rhyme.

Some new poets think you have to write in either rhyme or
free verse.  This is not the case.  Many poems combine the
styles, if one can really call them styles, with a resultant poem
that retains the lyric qualities of rhyme, yet has the free flowing
sense of free-verse.

The best advice we can give to new poets is to READ.  If
you should choose to read cover to cover an anthology, great;
if you choose to read short collections of poems, that too is
okay.  Just be sure to read a good cross section of poetry,
poems that span the greatest spectrum of time, style and form.

Avoid end-stopped rhymes as a rule, be careful of not
trying to make all your rhymes “full” rhymes.  For details on
structure, format, style, etc, you can check our Poetic
section for books on the subject.

As we stated elsewhere in our website, civilizations are
measured by their “collective” perceptions.  This means that
there is no one single person who has a privileged point of
view.  So if you want to write a poem in any specific style,
go for it.  Poetry can be as public or private as you desire.
If your poem expresses what you feel, then it is a good poem.
If no other person who reads it understands it, you’ll need to
make a choice: are you trying to provide them insight or just
please your inner-self.  If you want to make that connection
between them and yourself, you’ll need to rewrite it.  If they
don’t “like” the poem because it’s too “rhymy”, again, they’re
only one opinion in a world of five billion…but you should still

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Write It By Scholastic


Title: Write It

Author: Scholastic

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A Mother’s Letter To The World


A Mother’s Letter To The World

Dear World:
My son starts school today. It’s going to be strange
and new to him for a while.
And I wish you would sort of treat him gently.
You see, up to now, he’s been king of the roost.
He’s been boss of the backyard.
I have always been around to repair his wounds,
and to soothe his feelings.

But now-things are going to be different.

This morning, he’s going to walk down the front steps,
wave his hand and start on his great adventure
that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow.

To live his life in the world he has to live in will require
faith and love and courage.

So, World, I wish you would sort of take him by his young hand
and teach him the things he will have to know. Teach him-but gently, if you can.
Teach him that for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every crooked politician there is a dedicated leader;
that for every enemy there is a friend.
Teach him the wonders of books.

Give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hill.
Teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat.

Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,
even if everyone else tells him they are wrong.
Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder,
but never to put a price on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob…
and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.

Teach him gently, World, but don’t coddle him,
because only the test of fire makes fine steel.

This is a big order, World, but see what you can do.
He’s such a nice little fellow.

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Love Is By Adrian Henri

Love Is

Love is…

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans

Love is a fanclub with only two fans

Love is walking holding paintstained hands

Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights

Love is blankets full of strange delights

Love is when you don’t put out the light

Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops

Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops

Love is what happens when the music stops

Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn

Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm

Love is when you have to leave at dawn

Love is

Love is you and love is me

Love is prison and love is free

Love’s what’s there when you are away from me

Love is…

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The Parent’s Tao Te Ching By William Martin

the parent's tao te ching

“Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.”

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‘Valentine’ by John Fuller


The things about you I appreciate
may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
and chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power
and see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
and other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
to chase you screaming up a tower
or make you cower
by asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like successfully to guess your weight
and win you at a fete.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

I like the hair upon your shoulders
falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I’d like all your particulars in folders
marked Confidential).

I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
the neat arrangement of your teeth
(half above and half beneath)
in rows.

I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk
I like the way your elbows work,
on hinges.

I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I’d like to teach them how to count,
and certain things we might exchange,
something familiar for something strange.
I’d like to give you just the right amount
and give some change.

I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them,
even in trousers I don’t mind them.
I’d always know, without a recap,
where to find them.

I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I’d like to cross two hemispheres
and have you chase me.
I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers
or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I’d like you to embrace me.

I’d like to see you ironing your skirt
and cancelling other dates.
I’d like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt
or frightened senseless by invertebrates.

I’d like you even if you were malign
and had a yen for sudden homicide.
I’d let you put insecticide
into my wine.
I’d even like you if you were the Bride
of Frankenstein
or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s
Jekyll and Hyde.
I’d even like you as my Julian
of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan.
How melodramatic
if you were something muttering in attics
like Mrs Rochester or a student of Boolean

You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I’d like to find a good excuse
to call on you and find you in.
I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin,
and see you grin.
I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russe,
I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I’d like to make you reproduce.

I’d like you in my confidence.
I’d like to be your second look.
I’d like to let you try the French Defence
and mate you with my rook.
I’d like to be your preference
and hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
the final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.

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Bright Star By John Keats

Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
         Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
         Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
         Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
         Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
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