09-10-2014, 10:33 AM
Hi everyone,
I only recently began writing poetry after a few aquaintances suggested I try exploring my creative side. I'm really enjoying it. I hope you all can give me whatever feedback you think might help me improve. I know well that there's good room for that. I appreciate it!
Here's one I wrote the other night about a boy (surprise!) that I thought was my romantic soul mate. Turns out he was, at the most significant, a different type of soul mate.
The spirit of his name
– A spontaneous creation –
Diffuses into my lungs as I inhale.
The pressure it creates swells and fills them
Expands to ache my ribs and shoulders
Travelling upwards with my exiting breath
As my chest heavily and slowly descends behind it
The yearning’s sigh fills my jaw, my teeth
Tightening, clenching, grinding
Then with effort, a slackening of attempted relaxation
Slowly breathing out and in, and out again
Purposefully this time
Trying to release the energy of him
The need to voice a name rests on a restrained tongue
As it struggles to adhere to conflicting demands
Say it, don’t say it
His name
A spirit caged within that whom it captivated
Attempting repeatedly to speak entire stories
Through a single enunciation
I’ve reasoned it’s meant to beckon him to me
Though he’s nowhere near enough to hear
The countless times I almost call his name
I only recently began writing poetry after a few aquaintances suggested I try exploring my creative side. I'm really enjoying it. I hope you all can give me whatever feedback you think might help me improve. I know well that there's good room for that. I appreciate it!
Here's one I wrote the other night about a boy (surprise!) that I thought was my romantic soul mate. Turns out he was, at the most significant, a different type of soul mate.
The spirit of his name
– A spontaneous creation –
Diffuses into my lungs as I inhale.
The pressure it creates swells and fills them
Expands to ache my ribs and shoulders
Travelling upwards with my exiting breath
As my chest heavily and slowly descends behind it
The yearning’s sigh fills my jaw, my teeth
Tightening, clenching, grinding
Then with effort, a slackening of attempted relaxation
Slowly breathing out and in, and out again
Purposefully this time
Trying to release the energy of him
The need to voice a name rests on a restrained tongue
As it struggles to adhere to conflicting demands
Say it, don’t say it
His name
A spirit caged within that whom it captivated
Attempting repeatedly to speak entire stories
Through a single enunciation
I’ve reasoned it’s meant to beckon him to me
Though he’s nowhere near enough to hear
The countless times I almost call his name