When you already write poetry but you just come here to make you sure you are doing it ok

I remember less each day Your laugh Your smile Your gentle way. I search my brain Then entertain The thought of you With me again. And for a while I wear a smile But then once more You start to fade. I try and try To only find That you’re not here And I remain.

aw look at all these cute poems in the comment section. Follow your heart everyone, and may light shine in the darkest corners of your life. Peace x love

the woman I fear to be is the one I already am don't want to grow into my misery but she's the only one who holds my hand

She said do you love me, I told her only partly, I only love my bed and my mama, I'm sorry🙏.

I love how this comment section is full of poetry, as some one who loves poems I often struggle on how to write one.

Coconut in my desk Well you know Man, i have to rest Window

When pain is involved, Poetry is evolved. ~Old Soul~

Like a broken record, you just repeat. Missing lines, skipping beats Your notes are random Your meaning blurred You sing a song to me But I don’t hear any words. I've seen your heart, I’ve felt the beat With each note you play, you draw me in Enticing strings call my name Distorted chords you wrote in pain They harmonize in sweet accord And combine to form a perfect melody. The song you sing cries out to me Distorted chords in harmony Composed from pain; a melodic sympathy Perfect symmetry; vivid imagery Forged in fire; my affinity You are my song; a beautiful eccentricity

I pushed a cat: I pushed a cat That was bad I pushed a cat The cat is mad I pushed a cat He bit me That hurt Now I'm sad The end. **many snaps**

Don’t want to go Don’t want to stay But here I am Wasting away

His eyes were like a kaleidoscope, Changing colors when he was happy, Or when he was sad. Changing colours when he cried, Or when he smiled. They danced between shades, And I could never decide What colour they really were. But one day, I found out. They were blank, Staring up at the sky One last time With nothing left in them. The sparkle was gone, And so was he.

The comment section is gold ❤🔥

The scent of your after-shave mingled with medicine and coffee, Your radiant laughter was a new spring flower blossoming out of the barren winter.

I'm a poet who's lost motivation due to recent events in my life. But watching this just gave me a much needed spark! Thank you for sharing!

Poems come from the the deepest part of our heart The darkest secrets The scars and the hurt The pains we couldn't Enunciate to no one We are carrying them In our bleeding heart

Never started crying in under 5 minutes while eating cookies before.... What an amazing talk

I fell in love with you after you died Into deep brown Mona Lisa eyes That followed us around the room From the last taken portrait of you I held your sister as she cried Dressed in your favourite clothes The liveliest of your household now silenced And drifting through rooms as a ghost I listened to your mother as she tried Tried to thank me for coming to - to - "He would've liked that you're here I'm sure he really liked you." I flinched when your father lied He smiled, said he was fine He played us your favourite song But... didn't sing along.

Trauma: My tangerine sneakers, never having touched the soiled concrete, as fresh as perfectly ripened fruit, are bruised and spoiled by sour memories that grow tainted with confrontation; when my sweet joy was peeled away, leaving behind a soft mass of fearful, rotting pulp.

I miss him so much, I want to cry, I want to scream, want to hide. But can’t express how I feel inside, So instead I lay, wanting to die...

Leonora I remember the way The sun lights up your eyes As we laugh, cry, listen Sigh under summer skies You make my day. The light breeze breathes Upon your hair And your fair face. Now I lay down On the meadow Smiling, laughing Crying and sighing But all alone You are just another memory Just another rose But alas, the rose is plucked And laid on a stone.

My first poem ever, ballad, wrote it when i was 13, Ever since she drew her last breath, She took away my soul. And forgot to gave me back my heart, And parts of me she stole. I asked her just the day before, Am i forgiven yet? With makeup running down her eyes, I just cannot forget. I should've begged, I should've cried, Shouldn't have let her go, Without atleast, a goodbye hug. I was as cold as snow. How dare you leave me all alone? How dare you walk away? I lost my excuse for living, Congrats, you made me pay.

very eye opening. i'm a poet but I had hit a dry spell where it seemed I couldn't write anymore. I think I can get back into it

"just write, and let your imaginations move freely"

Professor Tysdal taught my POETRY 101/INTRODUCTION class. The man was a true gem who really tried his best to bring poetry to life for us. He made class entertaining while still teaching real lessons. I've been blessed with amazing teacher my entire life, but Tysdal is easily a top 5...and I had him in UNI, not high school! I went to his office hours once for an assignment proposal, and he was so impressed by my idea that he said he would grade the paper himself rather than his T.A...only after being a high school teacher for a few years did I realize that he tricked me. He wasn't impressed by my idea. But he knew that the personalized attention he gave me would make me work harder on the paper, and I did. Things like that are what make this man a treasure. That, and so, so much more!

The shadow behind The bright and light outside The clinching and grinding inside The scratching and the binding The tears and wears But left with a happy smile and despairs (My first attempt at poems)

I am her Earth and she is my water no matter where she goes even if I can't see her anymore Even if she vanishes out of thin air No matter where she goes She always comes back to me because she is my water and I, her Earth

Poems do not need to rhyme. Rhyming is a waste of time.

how many times do you have to rehearse all of your crimes and crying verse? stop checking if the coast is clear- because the only thing you should fear is fear

My poem called sunrise you are like the sunrise that glisten off of the rocks of the ocean. Your radiant rays awakens and warms up this very heart of mine every time I see your radiant and beautiful sunrise. Love you Mom.. 12-15-41 7-24-16

Comment section filled with best poem i have read. First time i didnt curse myself after pausing video to read comments.

i want to write a poem but I have never been in love, I have never suffered a terrible life. I have food on my table and a roof over my head. what can I write about?

Here is my amateur poetry even if this video is years old You call yourself useless Not needed in a world like this you just never really listened To the people who're glad you exist You dont know their perspective Of how you saved their life That in their room of darkness You came by and stayed as light You came to their wasteland and made flowers grow and bloom You never really knew Their world needed someone like you

The silence in my room Accompanied by sobs that my lungs drew The night I dreamt of you Is another slit That lies on my wrist. I have not yet Nor do i plan to forget The day you made me cry Tears that have now gone dry.

Very raw but I am open to criticism. As long as it will help. please be kinda I've never done this before. "So Long Love Song" Your touch was soft like a light wave on the beach your blonde hair was as golden as the sunset skyline. My hand is empty like the desert after a sandstorm dry, empty, and lonely. Like a safe with no content my hand is bare. The warmth of your touch brought chills down my body a soft fire during winter bringing me comfort. Now cold to the touch bringing feelings of pain and sorrow. The haunting image of my tears on your shoulder brings salty streams down my cheek. Our last hug, our last kiss, our last goodbye, frozen in time. The lasting memories leaving a feeling of longing inside.

*The Nokia Poem* You don’t need an iPhone XS, For calling and Some random text, Not so costly With little specs, Nokia Is just few bucks.

This is what I wrote as he spoke and guided: Cold winters return, took my breath away Where that laughter once held me anchored Despite knowing the truth I fought to stay Just so I know you loved my scent everyday Now everytime I taste your favourite ice-cream Bittersweet tears roll down my face Your touched me like my favourite blanket on a rainy night I miss your shiny honey eyes, vibrant and bright Like the star of hope I hold in my heart I wish you return to me like a comet you are

Here's mine : Him sitting on his chair In silence, with no despair Taking baked bananas to eat Together with a cup tea Chewing his food tenderly and slowly With no stress in his mind

Also my first attempt of a poem: Empty: Without thought exiled from passion days spent distraught living with a life-less fashion It doesn't burn I don't know what is real Life doesnt always take the right turn It lacks the right feel The cold seeping through the window sill Oh the burn in my fingers, do it I cry Or just take a damn pill, When people say their okay, its really just a bitter lie.

Leap onto me with all you’ve got Don’t make me wait for tomorrow Find me a cage to shed my anger To lose my insanity And make the wolves look for me In this foreign society Where everybody loses their mind Go flee and run Throughout the jungle of worry Grasp my soul so tightly Where your hands grip and slide With a burn echoing through skin and bones Hold in your envy and spite Until the currents wave back And crash by the ocean base During the glistening night of stars Cheers to the hollow moon Witness of war and heroism Once present every night During the wrong and the right

you said you love me with your red, full lips you said you were here to stay you were never going to quit you held me as the sun arose and the moon said goodbye you kissed me in the morning light and it made me feel like i could fly now i’m here all alone as the minutes tick away you told me that you love me but it doesnt feel that way *ahhhh that was the first poem i wrote! i wrote it in 6th grade, obviously i’ve never been in love lol*

this video inspired me to write a poem on ISIS: when you are alone and silence is in the room from far into your heart terror whispers your doom

Poetry has kept me sober. It continues to be the healthiest form to deal with overwhelming emotions. This applies to both reading and writing poetry.

This is my first poem, I’m 14 and only wrote it the other day- I’m becoming interested in poetry: Every night I lay in bed, A storm begins to grow inside my head, Crashing against the walls of my brain, My thoughts are the thunder and life is the rain. The illusion of time decides to pass, as lightning strikes my world: from the sky to the grass, starting destructive yet beautiful fires of anger and sadness, I realise that again I am alone with my mind and its madness. Every single water droplet becomes heavier, as I reflect over the terrible day that has come to an end, I think about the people who have agrivated me and stirred up my hate, the storm is becoming devastating- suffocating the animals that represent my hope Is it really worth it? Why do I bother? Why do I get up and deal with the pain of life, When I could stay here, In a world of my own.

let see how this goes, today is a beautiful day, i see all my friends at the park. today is a beautiful day i see not her at the park. Today is beautiful day, and i realized at the park, that i won't see her forever I still haven't seen her as the decades goes on. wow that's actually cathartic. Edit:thank you whoever gave me a like, im glad you liked my poem^^!!

my attempt at a villanelle: my love is playing dead she thinks she's fooling me but I'll fool her instead she lays there still in bed she wants to have me scream my love is playing dead upon her lips no red I almost did believe but I'll fool her instead I kissed her on her head and tasted chilly dreams my love is playing dead some worry she had bred no smile I did see but I'll fool her instead she thinks she's fooling me she wants to have me scream she's only playing dead oh god please let that be

I wasn’t supposed to be here It all feels so surreal Beating hearts that's all I hear I wonder if I'll ever get out of here A door once opened but now closed Just like our hearts they stay unknown Consume my illness but not my soul Don't be afraid just come close Darling I know anxiety it takes control But I promise you I won't let go Hold on tight and stay up close Promise me you'll never leave me alone -

When the darkness falls And I’m just here Alone The thoughts keep me up I miss the warmth of the sun Your presence I’m not sure if I like you Or your existence

To walk on water you may choose. Whether the currents carry its not up to you. But when you choose to walk on water, you either swim or drown when the currents pull you under

You are the reason You are the reason I can't sleep A restless dance with mind body and soul A trophy-less goal You are the reason I can't sleep. You are the reason I breath They way you move A beauty you do not have to prove You are the reason I can't sleep You are the reason I still believe A love so full god himself could not smother A reason to live, or why bother? You are the reason I will bleed.

The pink and green blanket you knitted Reminds me of the flowers of spring that you loved so much

Not one second shall pass through the day According to the natural way, Tired and lonely an aged willow weeps Under the gray sky the soul is weak, Running from shadows the animal stumbles A soft hum of a creek so shallow, Loud with silence and rich with sorrow In the woods a sad wail of a sparrow Sharp the crimson colors of fall remain, May they ever see their struggle’s fade? This is my first poem I wrote for my creative writing class in high school... I don’t think I’m very good at it 😅

For my great grandma: Your Music The timid touch of your keyboard keys Like a dove in a snowstorm that cannot sing

this is a really old video but i've been getting into writing poetry recently! i decided to follow his lil lesson hehe, and here's what i came up with: title: You Left Me in the Winter Picturing your face is becoming difficult, the memory of you is sun softened snow. -t.n

His smile Warming even the moon Smiling to show his affection Warming himself and us Not even crying when we all were He embodied control self control Not blinking twice to smile But when it was time for us to cry he couldn’t blink

This is so inspirational! Here is my poem, after his prompts

im a beginner..i havnt written anything before so this is what i came up with....there is no specific topic for this but temme what you guys think... "Sacrifices she made Mistakes she forgave Your love was all she wanted But you were just too bonded She left her passions she left her dreams Just to see how your eyes gleam She stayed by your side, alone you never cried Her love was too much her love was too wide She was a fool, she trusted you A big mistake that was she never knew She bore the pain she took the blame But you were just never the same".

Lost my dad a few months ago. Been playing the guitar more and learning some songs he liked and used to play. He liked Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan, so while learning this song and the lyrics, I got to experience the poetry of Dylan's lyrics which has inspired me to write better. Here's the poem I created while watching this talk, recalling a memory of my dad playing guitar quietly in the morning so as not to wake me up. Sonrise Soft strumming in the summers morning. Like a roosters scream but silenced and somber. No sleeping eyes can stay so still. Succumb to the sequence of the subdued sounds. Song only to the sun, and his slumbering son.

His conclusion caught me off guard with how emotionally powerful it was. I realised I can recapture a little piece of my grandmothers treasured time with her family. Thank you for sharing that. Great work.

I love this, this is as valuable as a class or a workshop.

As I stood afar from the scene to hear my loved ones and your cries before they closed the window screen In futility, I screamed my last goodbye yet to this time I cannot decide what i miss the most the softness of your touch as it stroked mine or the musty scent of your cologne

I REMEMBER LESS EACH DAY, FOR WHAT YOU TAKE ABOUT. I START CRYING

Calls deadened by the distance. Sequestered by the bustling busy bodies. Waterfalls of audio burst into a steady stream of tranquillity. Calm, yet turbulent.

Thank you Daniel for giving me the inspiration I needed. Because of you - I had a real go at constructing a personal poem based on my experiences/observations. I now believe I'm writing a poetry book that will be released in the near future. I hope to make the New York Times bestsellers list. 🙂😬🤞🏽🎉

this is my first poem, i really tried Your presence was candy to a child Indulging in love was nothing but sweet How my heart was drawn in Yet beat faster in your absence Obsession became a friend And distrust became a habit My eyes could never meet yours My words could never reach you The mirror spoke to me with the image of you staring Thinking of every picture led closer to the glass shattering Inevitability took refuge in my thoughts And went away along with you

My little sister always cries When she finds out our daddy's little lies He says "I'm sorry" and "it's ok" But again and again he fades away The disappointment in her eyes The lack of readiness towered by surprise I wish to wipe away these feelings from her mind She doesn't know he all but loves That our mothers stories aren't made up And when she does it will ubrupt This maturity and this nothing less gain And she'll wonder why she wailed with pain Over a man she simply entertained Over a man who was never there Over a man that always vanished Through Thin Air

People who write poems have more sensitive feelings and I guess, compassion.

your laugh like spring blissing with the autumn captivating my soul as a time-worn whisper being told

The elegant fragrance of your favored perfume lingers, slowly fading I am reminded of our bond that started too late by your ring on my finger.

Your teaching has set fire in me..... My passion for poetry has waxed up ... God bless you 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

Your thoughts welcomed me once again Then I looked for you in all faces again Your presence lacks and my heart cracks But the love remains intact I never knew emotions were too fragile Until one day I saw a teary pile I climbed up the hill again just to see you in a chaotic maze I felt dizzy too as there was a haze But I am not complaining just observing my growth As invisioning a future without you is becoming a reality I know, I just know it hurts and the heart breaks But to heal this is what it takes

Wisdom, knowledge, life experience, passion, and a message.

your grinning smile When i look at you Is like a marigold that requires warmth No matter how much warmth it seeks It will always grow in midwinter's bleak!

No one thinks about me As I am alone No one trust me As I was not wrong No one thinks that I was not mistaken No one thinks that As what I have taken No one thinks that What type of problems I have face No one thinks that What I was felling during this case ... No one trust me When I screamed through my heart No one with me When I was crying through my heart As yesterday I was alone As today I am alone Seriously now I didn't want anyone ...... I want be alone

Tomorrow is my poetry competition, we got the update just today. Also, poetry is never been taught to us, I was so damn nervous, I was just sliding through some videos, while I saw this. I can say that I clicked this vid expecting something, and it led me to something. It was like a personal therapy session. Hats off man , hats off

I’m 14 and have always liked to write, and since ppl are putting poems they wrote I thought I’d drop this here :D I wish people could see me how I see me. Outside I’m loud, quiet sometimes, unremarkable. But I find, if pulled back, I am much greater than my persona. I am forced behind a great wall, hidden from view. Those who poke or prod climb it. Peel back the bricks of seeming content and coolness. And you’ll see the pain, my kingdom, my Atlantis of beauty. My tears carving ponds and oceans with each drop. My laughter causing flowers to fill meadows. A palace built by one’s concern and pure emotion, it shall never fall. For this place is raw, purposeful and sweet. Every color a brushstroke, every bud a new interest. Those outside don’t realize how much they mock. For this land is beautiful, ever changing and moving. Its impurities sculpted into statues molded gracefully. Pillars, an acropolis of thought. Simplicity cherished, love nourished. If people visited this home of mine, they’d see just how precious it is. Ever changing and moving.

It tears you apart from the inside out you feel it in your heart ripping

Whenever I'm sad and all alone I've always come up with another poem Maybe it's just who I really am. A poetry.

Amazed to see how everyone finds a way to comment section, To discover their true reflection. Soul searching for a connection. Born in new body after resurrection. Words tie us close They tear us apart. Thats why we write prose And fill words into our cart. Cause they find way to our heart. If you like this poem Leave a comment It wont cost a cent. Now i will vent. Now this is the end. 😊❤

Why is the comment section full with the best poetry ever seen

I have been feeling very low recently, your words and advice have saved me from the depths of despair. Thank you.

Thank you for making this video! It has been a dream of mine to write a real poem. You helped me so! My condolences for your lost!

13:29 I was lying down on my bed while watching this video but the rhymes at the end cause me to get up. I'm really amazed by the rhythm and rhymes.

Just a sad poem i wrote earlier: And I'll bet you've had bad dreams, Or maybe youve been fine. But while you sleep my heart and break has been working over-time. I just don't. Know. What. To. Do. I can only tell you- but what? When you're just so covered in this blanket of mistrust. I love you. I love you. And i hope I've not lost.

I left this video at 6:38 I will continue it in evening

Here is a small poem from me. Each day goes on and on, the wind thrives. Remember when we spend nights together, blessed times.

My first ever poem that I wrote for my school magazine. Lol I was 15 The modern Sisyphus The race of human being In the pursuit to make ends meet Man is like a sheep in a flock; His time on earth is insignificant unless it's tied on the clock For this is what the world thinks; A notion terribly entrenched The hunger for money And the thirst for significance cannot be quenched

My body injuries do I control anything My movement my breath my speech You took all my beliefs Walking through darkness lead by something I thought poetry was all about honesty What is this words singing? Higher power to mind words bringing Emasculating horribly moral lifechanging after all You just tore all my beliefs apart Samson after the fall She looked happier in her coffin I think I gave her The Covid that killed her... How do I live with myself, you still delight in me How can you do this? So much purity love such a horrid creature?

This video teaches us- Why poetry mends our mind; The moments that you spend weaving rhythm Are enough to bring back your lost life. I truly loved this video♥️

I'm a begginer so anyways this is what I came up with... Your old age Priceless Smile, bright as a sun that'll always make my day bright, always giving me that warm season Feeling

Thank you for this Daniel and also thank you for sharing your touching story x May love and peace be with you my friend

for the first time in a long time i felt happy. laughter echoed against empty fields only the four of us there to hear it. pure utter happiness revealed itself to me as i saw my friends dance, and look up at the stars, and roll down hills. we all fell into a pile and watched the sunset, exhausted and inspired at the same time. - "the sky was dark but our minds were not"

I absolutely love this talk ❤

(This is my first time writing poetry. Idk how to at all so I hope this even counts--) People surround me Hearts full of love Smiles full of harmony I sit here, turning my head to them The misery cannot spread The void cannot grow If I stay here forever I will be the only one to know If I reach for the stars If I open up to love “Will it ever reach them?” Is a thought to rest When I fall below the stars When I reach the ground when I was already so high “Running away” Is what they say What do I run from? What is there to run from? Questions silenced Sirens louder I lay here alone The floor so cold The heart I hold It all leaves me as I fall below the ground Covered in a warm embrace of death itself Then I realise before my eyes shut “This was my home” The end.

I had writers block for days and couldn't get anything out. Thank you Daniel, I took notes and can already feel my creative juices flowing

As soon as he mentioned his best friend died i'm feeling an immense sense of loss and pain and thinking about the people i lost

It's good to see so many new poets in the comments!

The poetry is a great weapon .... Sir, You are really someone who helps the little poets living around world

Love this. Mighty helpful. Interesting that the last point made, was about a frozen lake. It's exactly how the block in my heart, chest, and belly feels. During inner journeying, I've seen the lake; it's in my forest kingdom. Will write some poems and songs in the hope that the lake inside will restart to flow like the Great Flow of life's river - one day soon.

Your footsteps frailed Echo in an empty forest We once called home