What is poetry to you?
Let’s read some poems about poetry and get some kind of inspiration, before we write our poems.
by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams. I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
Introduction to Poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
Dis Poetry by Benjamin Zephaniah
Personal feelings pouring out of my pen
Objection to what irks me
Emotional involvement 100% pure
Tearing me apart, feeling lost
Reflections on life, on its ups and downs
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
This is poetry to me. A deep-rooted urge to express myself. A hymn to the capability of feeling, thinking, sensing and being. Poetry does not do me. Poetry frees. me. Poetry is me and I AM POETRY.