How to Write Poetry

How to Write Poetry Many people often just don't know how to begin to write a poem. The best place to start is by thinking, looking and feeling. A sense of inspiration, wonder and curiosity might arise when looking at a picture of something that is unknown to you. These feelings are useful when creating poetry. Examine the images on this page. Some of the words that describe them might be: child, earth, vibrant blue, fantasy, castle, vulnerable, colour, youth, magic and space. When you look at the images what do you think about: poverty, happiness, ancient people in a modern world, the wonder of the earth, different lifestyles, fantasy lands or space travel? Choose one of the images and start by writing the words that come to your mind as you look at it. From the combinations of the words you write - your impressions - you will be able to begin to write a poem. Reading the work of poets and writing your own poems will help you to understand how poems work and what it really means to be a poet.

this short story. On a mango tree in a jungle, there lived many birds. They were happy in their small nests. Before the onset of the rainy season, all the animal of the jungle repaired their homes. The birds also made their homes more secure. Many birds brought twigs and leaves and others wove their nests. “We should also store some food for our children,” chirped one of the birds. And they collected food, until they had enough to see them through the rainy season. They kept themselves busy preparing for the tough times. Soon the rains came. It was followed by thunder and lighting. All the animals and birds stayed in their homes. It continued raining for many days. One day, a monkey wet in the rain came into the forest. He sat on a branch, shivering with cold, water dripping from its body. The poor monkey tried his best to get shelter, but in vain. The leaves were not enough to save him from the rains. “Brrr! It is so cold!” said the monkey. The birds were watching all this. They felt sorry for the monkey but there was little they could do for him. One of them said, “Brother! Our small nests are not enough to give you shelter.” Another bird said, “All of us prepared for the rainy season. If you had, you would not be in this piteous situation.” “How dare you tell me what to do?” said the monkey, growling at the bird. The monkey angrily pounced on the bird’s nest, tore it and threw it on the ground. The bird and her chicks were helpless. The poor bird thought, “Fools never value good advice. It is better not to advise them.” From Advising A Fool go to The Short Stories IndexFrom A Short Story : Advising A Fool to HOME PAGE