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Nicolas Cage never ceases to amaze me with his talents.

i grew up learning that poetry is so structured and confusing, and i just can’t get away from that pattern of thinking

When I heard the clouds roaring I remembered his words They were soft but harsh Like the drops of rain Calmly falling on my window While my eyes looked outside Through the edges of my tears I remembered The tone in which he spoke to me The body language that made me realize I was someone not worth mattering I wish, I wish I could stop things At that time But all I have now, is soft but harsh raindrops I just wrote first time with 0 thoughts, plz give opinions

Congratulations on starting your poetry journey! I hope you find this video of some use. I also have a free pdf you can download which I'll link for you in the description! 🌹

I have written this poem *Address to the Rain God* I sat gravely before the window, watching the dark that laid before me profoundly thinking for a moment or so, about the Showery world that I could see. And up the heaven, I looked henceforth Towards the paradise, till the eye's sought 'What makes him rain such?' 'Brutish he is' is what I thought. Above the world I looked far end And beneath came the God of Rain Thundering the skies and the heart of men stiffening the shower that had went insane. I stood there aquivering with fear for he stood in front of me and asked me for my remembrance knowing well that it is he who caused it. Politely I said with tongue no less, "This world is beautiful with creations unparallel" But the unstoppable rains have made such mess Why don't you stop that you shall! 'It is you the humans', replied he 'who pray for rain' The rain that quenches the Earth's thirst Deepening the swift streams that long last And then calling for it to return to the den. And Oh! the inner me felt deafeated But I stood there losing no faith But that was prime, this is subordinate "Has the thirst, vanished not yet!" The rain has caused havoc on crust The temporary world is biting the dust Fields overflowed by the tyrant rain 'Floods and rain', are they same? The king of splashes was pleased with me, At least what I thought from what I saw And replied with a strong voice With the winds added to his draw. Glad are you, jolly are all, Happy are you when the rains do fall. Irrigating the fields," the mother earth weeps For the joy, that water beneath seeps. The joy lasts shorter do remember, For nothing lasts Forever and sorrow after joy is a chain of cycle Each in it's time is completely great So he told and so he went Leaving an impression that long lasted Shaken was I and ended up in faint Oh the conversation was just what I dreamt. The story still doesn't end here and I ain't, For it teaches that nothing is permanent. Time heals everything, just wait for the day For joy and sorrow both are great. Joy comes after Sorrow, misery after happiness Just don't look behind the eternal fence. Life is not a bed of thorns, wise men say, For a man on alms is a king next day

I would love to have reviews on my poem: Titled: Don’t let go of my hand I think back to the night we met Like touch of a ray of sunchine on a beautiful day The first touch of your soft skin, I will never forget As we talked and laughed the night away The first sight caused sparks to fly The first touch caused an eruption, the fire ran high But now here I am with my hart in my hands Frozen in time What has happened to us, I can’t understand How can love bring us here, it’s not really clear But my love, please don’t let go of my hand I promise, together we will fly out of here And don’t be afraid as we fly high For I will never let you fall into the sand My love please don’t let go of my hand I will make you understand That we can be happy again Stay in my arms all along We will hear our harts singing a song Letting us know, to whom they truly belong (My first poem)

my first poem lol. She was claustrophobic Trapped in those sturdy walls The sturdy walls of the castle She was a princess The most gorgeous princess of them all I was the knight I visited her often I protected her From all her worries She trusted me The feeling was mutual Until one day She fell in love with the prince He was so charming Something I could never be I don’t blame her Thus we were both women I never got my happy ending uh yeah that’s my first idea. a lot of poems i see have multiple stanzas or spaces in between the lines, but i’m not sure if and where i need any.

I'm like a moth drawn to your flame Set me ablaze, but I'd still feel the same Sitting here, in this hurt, comphrenhending why you won't reciprocate Maybe our stars didn't cross right, maybe just blame it on fate. My first ever poem (I'm still working on it)

I would say I regret meeting you. But if i could go back, Back in time, When the butterflies had yet to be turned to stone, When i couldn’t imagine you hurting me so, I would. A summer sunset, Nervously waiting in the car. Waiting to finally meet you, I have to say, I was not dissapointed. Your smile just like i’d imanged it. Your voice just like i’d dreamed. ''If i only knew all the tears you’d cause.'' My head screamed. this is copyrighted dont steal it thank you.

This is my first poem. It may be long, but I felt it was right. Please feel free to give constructive criticism. ||is it just me|| Is it just me? As I walk down my road of misery and terror I always think, "could I have done that better?" All through my life of anxiety and dispare Was I never good enough for them there? Is it just me? Or do you feel this way too As if when you walk you have to just stare at your shoes. Never making contact as you think all the eyes are on you. But it's just the spotlight effect messing with you Or is it just me? Having this thought of whether your liked or not. Its crazy i know but why not, Why not feel the knot growing and growing within your heart. Aching for love and aching for joy? Aching for fun and aching for the happiness. Is it just me or is it you too?

Thank you Adam. This was very insightful and I really appreciate you taking the time to share your knowledge with all of us. Please take care of that flu/cold. Hope you’re feeling better soon. I truly look forward to these videos and learn a lot from them. ❤️❤️

5:21 Was that a fart, as you spoke from the heart? At five twenty-one in time, such cheeky a sound is a surely crime...

Taking the pressure off has been so important for me. I always loved poetry and I always wanted to write poetry but because I wanted to be amazing at it from the start I kind of spoiled the fun/ beauty of it for me. I pressured myself into writing about big themes such as love and the meaning of life and death. But by doing that I didn't allow my thoughts to flow freely. I realized that for me the only way to write good poetry is to stop trying to write good poetry. Pressured writing will never be able to make you feel the same emotions as writing that flew freely out of your mind

I've played around with some poetry in the past. This is my stab at it A simple introduction was made I knew in that moment My world started to become frayed And this was going to be potent I feel my world melt Safety and security comes over me For I haven't felt This free Flowing through this cathartic river I see the authentic I begin to shiver To this antiseptic Envisioning a bright new day I am seeing the way

My favourite sonnet too. I have written over and over in order to memorise it. As I’m not there yet, I keep reading it over, and love it more with each reading. Thank you for this vid, I gave enjoyed it.

i just wrote a poem that i’m planning on turning into a song. this is the first verse in the chorus, but i’m writing a second verse in a few weeks. the whole idea is to write a verse right after a break up, and one a few weeks after when i’ve started to to heal. [verse] end on good terms that’s okay i guess it’s for your mental health and i want that to be at its best _ i still miss the little things that we used to do but i’m cool with good terms cause i’m afraid of losing you _ we talk everyday like we used to do but it’s different god i wish you fucking knew _ talking to you has got me losing rest cause there’s one thing i gotta say i gotta get it off my chest [chorus] cause i’m in love and everyday i fall more in love but you’re moving on man what the fuck i don’t know what to do man i feel so stuck yeah we broke up but you still got me starstruck

just realized Poe's rhymes remind me a lot of mcr lyrics! i would not be surprised if he was an influence.

This is such an insightful video Adam! Thank you for doing this, I'm inspired to write again.. You always help me in some way or another, always a motivator! 🙏🏼♥️🙏🏼 And take care, get well soon!! ♥️♥️

I am so stirred with excitement to simply write.

This is super cool. Enjoyed your tips. Experimenting is key.

On days I feel I can't get out of bed I always think of you Your energy makes me excited to live another day Something only, you could bring to my array Energy is the source of happiness It is the fuel that feeds each and every soul It is the part of me that makes me feel whole You give me too much credit for thinking I have it all together Even though, I have no idea what I would do without you This is my second poem I ever wrote. I feel its very sweet and is for my bae

I've been looking for tips on how to write poetry better and I've found it! Lol. I just realized I like poetry and now I'm writing my own poems on wattpad 🙂 Thanks to Gary, I can improve my poems.

I'm interested in poems now because I discovered Jim Morrison

I have been writing poetry for many ayear now, however it has come to light i'm dyslexic. Which in all fairness has not surprised me. I took an english class starting at the botton of course, as my writen english was so poor. Now coming to the end of my three year course, I am more able to understand what it is im writing. I am still dyslexic , that will never change and does make writing different. I have never been to college nor have i ever been taught poetry. Yet it seem to come from , like you said " deep inside". I have shown my wirting to one or two people and i have to admit, they loved it. Obviously not all my writing is good , far from it ! I'm in my 50s and want so much to write nearly every day. So i have been lookiing for guidance and happened to stumble across your youtube channel today and found it very insightful. Thank you !

"If My Heart Could Talk and Other Poems" by David Sanford is my debut book of poetry detailing my experiences living with my heart condition. It's available in paperback on Amazon now! As poets, I believe we're a small community and need support. I hope someone gives my work a chance and finds solace and strength in my words. Thank you. Poetry is beautiful!

When I was young, people were suggesting that we didn't like Shakespeare, but we did, we were fascinated with him, especially the fact that his words are still relevant today. He is our culture, at the moment there are many people who try to rid us of all that is important to being English. One of the reasons that I have stopped paying for the BBC TV licence.

Explained very well! You have a new sub man. Very playful cool and sauve way of doing this, I was entertained🌹🌹 Thanks mate🥰🌹

Such an amazing teacher you are With such a nice voice too! I’m excited to start writing poetry. Shakespeare is my inspiration 💖

Thank you so much. I really love this.

Great tips, Adam. I just discovered your channel and will be checking out more of your videos. I encourage my students to keep writer's notebooks - to do poetry exercises, to play with language, form, rhyme and metre. My favorite exercise to give to students is to take an ordinary object, give it human or animal characteristics, and then make it dance, walk, or fly. My example was turning a sidewalk into a snake, slithering and hissing its way to town. This allowed me to use so many other great poetic techniques. Poetry is such fun and so is playing around with words and language!

Your thought is Good, Thank you I will try on my Poetry

This is a poem I have recently wrote called Don’t let it. Don’t let the darkness keep you down. Don’t let the darkness fool you. The darkness knows all of the right things to say . To keep your mind a stray. It lies It cheats Until you it defeats. It has no mercy it has no code. It wants you to believe that you are all alone. That you can’t seek help. That no one would listen. It wants you to believe that you are not worth missing. You are worth it. Nobody is perfect. Let the light help you escape the mental prison that you are in. Let the light guide you away from the greatest of all sins. Let it fight away all of the demons in your head. Please let it help you before you end up dead. Is it okay that I write this way? I can never seem to write on happiness.

Thanks for this video! It's pretty much exactly the primer I was looking for. Now at least I have some idea where to start!

There is this woman that I am trying to charm. She is spending the summer in Minnesota. I wrote her this really silly poem to be funny. She absolutely loved it so I set this high bar for myself but I don’t really know how to write poetry. Now I’m trying to study up on writing poetry so I can keep it up. Part of the poem I wrote goes; May the locals spare you from their lutefisk I caution you not to take the risk For it is merely year old fish preserved in lye so they don’t die from E. coli

Will you be my valentine? I am asking for a charity, they told me that a date for you is somewhat of a rarity.

Walking with the grace of a doll and the fear of a child wandering through the long path that is life it's not linear it's not clear but you know what seems near wandering through the forest wandering through the snow but never knowing where you're supposed to go blindfolded to the light blindfolded to it's delight but always know that you'll survive for another night

Very informative video! I think a video just dedicated to sonnets would be really helpful

poetry tells us a lot i dont kow why people cant inderstand that sometimes

This so awesome, informative, funny, and relaxing. Absolutely brilliant.

particularly as non native speaker this is the best explanation of a iambic pentameter I have heard thank you!

Can't wait to see some of your poetry in ghost rider 3

Thank you man! Just found your channel by chance. Let me know if you ever want to collaborate on anything in the future. I'm a software developer and musician as well as a mentor in technology

I think it`s so important to both see and hear poetry and, you showed it amply in the video. Will you be able to show more about sonnets? Keep up the good work.

Druids used rhyme to cast their spells.

I LOVE THIS GUY!!!! :) LOVE YOUR VIDEOS

absolutely amazing

im 14 and i wanna start writing poetry :3, like half a year ago i tried writing a poem, it wasnt that awsome tho "if i could claim words, id take 'i dont know'. why? i dont know. 'i dont know' fits almost everything. "why did you hurt yourself?" "why did you go crazy?" I dont know, sometimes there is no why, i just. did. why would i know? im just a child after all, or am i only that when you need me to be? im only really "too young" when you want control. you take advantage of the fact that i really don't know"

Hellor Mr Gary, today I have just found your channel. And after listening to your explanations I bravely tried my creativity and luck: Adam Gary is so friendly teacher Your teaching is excellent and simple After learning poetry I feel better Would want to entertain other people

this video is very helpful for teenagers like me who's interested in poetry! thank you ❤️

The pain he possesses: its about time he confesses, He loved you more then… the world could manifest it. He broke himself down, It took him some time; to realise this night was his last to say bye. sorry for the mess, you realise hes done - so does everyone’ But He will smile once more as he knows thats what she adores, the boy she once saw standing there at her door. He feels his souls gone this world is so raw, he wasnt made for it now but maybe once more, pray for higher power..to guide what for? a brighter day before… he leaves for sure… Its a matter of time, dont ask why’ hes not looking for help he did this to himself. First poem probably makes no sense to anyone else but lmk if it does 💔

My first poem You say I shine but thats your bright light im reflecting You say Im strong But thats your dominance im presenting. You say you love me And I say i love you to I absorb your love as energy And it keeps me going through You love me and i love you more Without you i would have no core And id simply be nothing at all

This is awesome thank you!!

Thanks lots of great info

The silence was like a needle That pierced my soul Strength and valor turn feeble The young turn old For nothing last forever Not even the lonliness of the night The seasons come and go darkness always turn to light

I tried this, (English is my second language) Amidst the towering peaks, so rugged and grand, lies an earthly log with a mystifying presence, tim sits on its bed, glazing ,absorbing singing and, wondering o'er the road's essence, one step away , would it had made any sense?

Poetry hasn’t captured me because it too often seems very light. I want to read poetry that is fiery, lands with heavy impact, or is brutal. I’d like to write that way. Where can I go to read poetry like that?

First (short) poem!!: This beauty I have forgone, inflates my failure This defeat has only sparked a flame that an autumn storm cannot douse I will free myself from gloomy thoughts And rid my soul of burden albeit with an empty heart..

Best video Ive seen on poetry today. Would love to see one on poetry slam.

What about ‘She shat on my heart when she said her final goodbye! - an even better example of illiterate😬

Question which one this is the simple clear clean ND sounds sweet to the pple

Can I write fictional type poetry?? I mean a story of lovers that I imagined in my head and then write it down as poetry!? Pls REPLY, thanks (Because many people say that poetry are from poet's feelings or thoughts)

When I'll be When I'll be 6ft with a plaque of concrete above me Maybe I'll be free Maybe I'll be something better I'll be worth more to the planet then I am to this life I lead. When I'll be nothing but meat for the worms, nutrients for the soil and I no longer bleed. I'll be worth more to everyone who was once around me. Surely then they'll say they need me… Till then I'll be empty Till then I'll be nothing Till one day I'll be something Opinions??

Thanks for the vid!!! I love the eye wink lol

I just started writing a poem do tell me if it’s bad or good it’s not finished yet. it’s about reading a book I don’t like the world I live in So I escape it I open Pandora’s box To which I am …

"Let's take a look at Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 which is my favourite sonnet of all time..." - and that's when I subscribed. ;)

my 1st poem in my life..wanna share with you although it is horrible...could nt finish it.. I am a master, You are a pastor. one needs ice cream, other needs shaving cream. Turn your head on, will i burn your head son? It seems pretty awful I find very fanciful.

Do you run any classes or mentoring?

I’m a beginner of writing my own poetry, thanks to my auntie Paula, may she b.I.p I’m working on my first poetry right now, I’m not rushing it I’m taking my time hopefully I will be done with my first poetry by 1/5/20222, wish me luck

Lore, door and more.

.my first poem : I want u to look at me everytime I call you Cuz u are the one who made my life new I can't think of a better way Instead being with you everyday There is no other place Just a glimpse of your face This world Is so small U are my everything my all I have u sunshine when it rain U gave me laughter When I was in pain U love riding in stars But I want to be with you underneath the stars U love me I know but when I am with you I want this time to be slow This world is so small U are my everything my all Pls guys give me your opinions it was my first poem U can refer this to anyone😁

Lore, More and Door rhyme.

It's crazy how much you rhyme when explaining...or am I just hearing things?

😍 you're so adorable 😊😊 amazing and genius 🙌🙇💗

I adore the open invite to relish your eccentric core Encouraging I thieve your wisdom ignites this passion more Spirit removing my veil by surprise unbeknownst to poems inside Fearless illuminated lioness unchartered territory I refuse to hide My first of poems written this month thrilled without denial not even once Beckoning the wise retort you have this poetry leading my souls ascendance

You can keep it simple yet elegant. I love this guy found my guy lol, you do have Nicolas cage vibes though lol

Other than in comic books by Marvel Studios you are the man who is alive in real to be called as Dr. Strange in literature. Truthfully you are 😂

here's a poem as a comment What a squeaky sound you made known as fart, it hit a bullseye in our ears like a dart, I knew the time on the red line, it was (5:21) five twenty one, love why you taught us poetry- its now our turn. Thank you now other comment readers turn to share your opinions on this

Thank you so much ☺️

Thank you!

I would like a video about sentence structure...

I'm amazed Hope the cold is gone

You sound exactly like the goth guy out of IT crowd. Portrayed by noel fielding lol.

3:30 Ethan Becker, is that you?

I love your page, Wow

I would love you to do a video on acting sonnets. I really enjoyed this video.

I don't know if anyone told you this but you look like Alan Rickman from the 80s. You kinda sound like him too.

Strut at the pace time is moving Stepping to that song But then enters something cloven Depths he dances on Clutch to me this creature fallen Let me into hell Tell me is this my true calling Breath speaks of a tell Yelling I can’t see his logic Death rings it’s null bell Please now demons stop this haunting Vault of all who fell Death dealt by such macabre things Halt under my spell Breathless calls unto my coffin False light of jewels Only to him my response is Fallen to his rule Golden flames that keep me blinded Laws of the cruel Goofy poem bout goin ta hayell Also gosh why are all of these in the comments so romance driven Also I did like a haiku thing with the 5 7 5 syllable pattern, and just basically wrote five lines instead of three and then did four of those like an extended haiku. I was inspired by haikus and old timey lyricism since I’ve been living with my grandma. Also the rhyme for first and last words of each sentence is AB CD AB CD AB CE FB CE FB CE FB GE FB GE FB GH IB GH IB GH. Next I’ll try to use as much center rhymes as possible to see how much rhyminess I can cram in there. Any comments or advice? I’d really enjoy constructive criticism.

I thought I was falling for you And that wink(17:27) was my fiinal cue.

a lead is continuall, if it can stay a lead through the change of laws and justices, according to world/ global growth, we find the most outstreached, uprite, straight, path.

The step one looks this difficult what should I do? I don't have time I have to submit it till 5pm today only, and after you get a theme it becomes more difficult I can take the pressure off!!!😢😢😢😢😢

ADAM! SWEET PEA I JUST DISCOVERED YOU!! Is there anyway I could possibly have you read some of my work?? I would wholly appreciate it! My request is due to my feeling spirit has me leaning towards! All of my poetry does rhyme; however, it's strange ... I sometimes feel our language is barron in descriptive verbiage. Finding words to portray the depths of my abyss ... what collection of alphabet letters sounded with air upon the lips, can possibly echo feelings never before spoken?? All love and light to you and all reading!!!

I look to the glimmering moon , I look to the stars. I look to beating, fleating heart, it is ours. I pounder what I see, I pounder whom to hold. I told you, I love you, yet I was frozen cold. Watch me free fall, watch me fly. Oh my beautiful silly butterfly. Kiss me, love me, trust me. Our love forever to be.

10:33 bro hit the dab pen, jk jk. But honestly you were a BIG help.

LOST SOULZ Some say nothing gold can last forever And 2 believe this eye need no proof I have witnessed all that was pure in me Be changed by the evil that men can do The innocence possessed by children Once lived inside my soul But surviving years with criminal peers Has turned my warm heart to cold I used 2 dream and fantasise But now I’m scared to sleep Petrified , not to live or die But to awaken and still be me It is true that nothing gold can last We will all one day see death When the purest hearts are torn apart Lost Soulz are all that’s left Down on my knees I beg of god To save me from this fate Let me live to see what was gold Before it’s all too late.

the mind controlls the body, with cigaretts and alcohol, we write in the ether part of the brain, recording breaths and water to solid (bodies)

Ok then

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RAIN ----------- Twilight rain Holy God Please stay Don't forsake me today As I'm stuck in this drain We're worlds apart Deciphering your art Mother nature in a drought In the beginning was your word Beating on your chest with clout While I sit here and pout What's in your plan Since the foundation of your nailed scarred hand Considering my sins? How? Am I Eve? Am I Adam? The Tree Or the talking serpent In between? Wise fool times 3 Sometimes I'm an atheist as you can see Yelling to the wind that's unseen How am I supposed to know your dimension You gave me theses set of eyes that can barely see Anyhow I just don't know what to say Lord I miss you I'm struggling Didn't you know me? Wasn't I on your mind Seems so much better when I was a kid Time grew to fast as I'm catching this rain in a cup But I messed up I fell from your grace you say Carrying that cross you say You did it for me you say But I don't understand the message today I'm to old for this Lord I need that child like faith Don't you remember me? I'm not a murderer like Cain Don't you hear our blood running through Our veins? what does it say? Here's that cup of rain I'm on the other side of this bow, Today It's my tears as I pray Writer Ryan K Pendley