Here's some Совет for all Ты budding poets out there. Start a Поэзия journal and start Письмо a poem everyday.
To get started all Ты need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired by something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of Письмо on a regular basis and by doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice Ты will get by keeping a Поэзия journal.
To get started all Ты need is a notebook and a pencil. Everytime you're inspired by something you've experienced write it down while it's still fresh in your mind.
You'll find that a lot of what you've written is rubbish but that does not matter. What matter is you're getting into the habit of Письмо on a regular basis and by doing that your skills as a poet will improve with the practice Ты will get by keeping a Поэзия journal.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The Название comes from the Описание a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Любовь to hear what Ты like или hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The Название comes from the Описание a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Любовь to hear what Ты like или hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
Ты were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with Ты walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my сердце asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the Любовь that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of Любовь is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
Ты were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with Ты walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my сердце asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the Любовь that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of Любовь is rare