heyo, calling all poets! where are you at?
let’s share tips and advice!
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Hi 
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If poets do gather, I have a question for everyone:
Did you ever actually sit down and learn how to write poetry with all the technical terms? Or, did you wing it and figure it out along the way while reading poems?
I’m the latter, so now I’m having to actually learn the technical words for describing different aspects of poetry. It’s a whole other world from writing fiction.
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I don’t write much poetry these days, and when I do it’s usually because someone in a novel is a poet. For instance, in my current wip there’s a fictionalized version of Lord Byron who writes terrible poetry, but everyone loves his poems except the main character. (♯^.^ღ)
But I want to get back into writing it someday. Nope, I don’t know any of the terms used in poetry and just look them up on Wikipedia when I need to.
I do have one tip, though! If there’s a song you’ve just heard and you love the music but you don’t know the lyrics yet, then make up some lyrics for it before you look up the real ones on Google. Sometimes the stuff you write is way better than the actual lyrics!
I also think it’s a good idea to read all kinds of poems, especially those written by the celebrated like Sylvia Plath, etc. to see what makes them so great. ¯\_(ﭢ)_/¯
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I haven’t wrote a poem in over a decade…
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Welcome!!!
tysm for starting the dicussion!!
wing it 
then I started researching stuff and taught myself hehe.
can you reccomend any resources for writing/finding poetry similar to your own style to read please?
it is!! it’s so difficult…
well, unless you’re me and tend to blend the two. then It becomes even better.
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whoooo Lord Byron
that sounds really interesting :))
this is an interesting one… never heard of it!
I second this! it’s really important to read other’s work.
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That’s difficult because I developed my style through inspiration and experimentation.
I have these collections with a bunch of people and I got those books when I was a kid.
The poetry collections I have from single poets are people I’ve known about before, so, my mom used to read me some Emily Dickinson poems, so recently I got a small collection book. I’ve always known about Lewis Carroll’s nonsense poems and recently got a collection of his poems.
That’s all I have 
Then I just kinda
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I do re-read the poetry collection often though. It’s got a bunch of the greats in it.
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TYSM anyway! i’ll see if I can read up on Emily Dickinson and Lewis Carol.
that’s really cool! what are some of your favourites?
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Alright, let me find the book 
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The Puffin Book of 20th Century Children’s Verse (edited by Brian Patten, illustrated by Michael Foreman, 1999)
Yeah, I’ve this book forever XD
Here’s some of my favorites.
The Secret Song by Margaret Wise Brown
Night Mail by W. H. Auden
The Parent by Ogden Nash (only two lines )
Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field
maggie and milly and molly and may by E. E. Cummings
The Wild Horses by Mary Gilmore (one of my most favorite)
From Lewis Carroll I like
The Walrus and the Carpenter and The Hunting of the Snark
I intend to read some of his other poems, too.
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Oooh, I recommend The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot. Also Love on the Farm by D.H. Lawrence is a personal favorite. He compares making love to a woman to strangling a rabbit. Not everyone can do that. (>‿◠)
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That’s interesting 
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TYSM!!
I love these
oh my god
ok
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Have you guys ever written poems where you have lots of flavors? I like putting nature and flavor/food together 
This could probably do with some work, but here’s a flavorful poem:
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this is really cool! I like the food theme.
my poetry is more personal lol. it’s more introspective and features more visual metaphors.
you can read some here:
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@EmiliaFrost come join us!
I wrote a villanelle.
The Long Afternoon
I feel I might lose you if I blink,
so l stay here longing, on this long afternoon,
looking at you washing up by the sink.
On the counter, you place your ring.
You say it’s too precious; say it might rust.
I feel I might lose you if I blink.
The foam swells up only to shrink,
changing forms like hearts—it clouds my mind,
looking at you washing up by the sink.
It’s a fury of forks and its ting,
loud as you scrub away what’s left of me. So
I feel I might lose you if I blink.
You’re slipping away from me, I think,
like the water running through your fingers, here,
looking at you washing up by the sink.
You set the plates down with a clink.
I say I’ll do them next time, of fear it’s the last.
I feel I might lose you if I blink,
looking at you washing up by the sink.
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