Anyone write poetry?

Question

If you do what do you write about and how often do you write? I write about once a month or so just about my emotions etc. What about you?

Answer 1

I do write. And I write often, sometimes daily- sometimes not. It really just depends what's "there." But I have over 25 books full of things, and an online file of thousands more...but I have been doing it for more than ten years. But there is nothing like reading and noticing your growth and getting better and better!

Keep writing!!! It is a productive outlet for the emotions/feelings and a great way to convey those thoughts and relate them to others.

Answer 2

I write when I get an idea, maybe I hear the line of the poem I write in my head in my sleep, and when I finally get it on paper I work on the rest. Sometimes I'll write in reaction to an idea or theme in a book or something brought up in a conversation.

Answer 3

I do. I'm a published writer. I write about life, mostly my dead-beat dad. I write about deaths in the family, how that makes me feel. I also write poems in cards that express how I feel toward that person.

I write whenever there's a need, which is about twice a month.

Answer 4

I love to write poetry. I write about my emotions also. I write about the wind and the rain and things that are totally vain. about hard times and about my scars,scars of the heart, I write about how it feels to be apart., from the brother I lost, I write about life and it's cost. 5*5

Answer 5

Yes...I write as I am inspired probably about once every two months....as I have time. I've learned to have a tape recorder with me for times when I'm driving and am inspired. I write about all aspects of my life...mostly religion though.

Answer 6

it depends. when i see something that amazes me -- may it be a pebble on the street, or the eye of a person -- then i get out my notebook and pen and write down a first draft. :)

just be sure to have a pen and paper with you all the time. you will never know when that urge of creative would come!

Answer 7

Everything and anything. Lately, I have been taking old (especially Irish) jokes and changing them into verse. I like them. I also write poems to those I leave behind when I am dead - I am not morbid, but I am 65. Phrases I hear, I write down and later when I have time, see if I can make anything from them.

Here is one about Young Paddy's Dream:

‘Dad’ said young Paddy, at breakfast time,
‘I had a bad dream and woke up cryin’,
Your mother, my Granny, she died last night,
The dream seemed so real, that I got a bad fright’.

‘You can’t believe dreams’ answered his dad,
‘It might have seemed real, and made you feel sad,
But Granny is healthy, so there’s no need to fret,
The dream it was caused, by something you ate’.

The telephone rang, bad news from dad’s brother,
‘It’s terrible John, it’s about your old mother,
She died in her sleep, she suffered no pain,
The funeral’s not fixed, so I’ll ring you again’.

The following morning, was just like the last,
Young Paddy is saddened, he looks so downcast,
‘I dreamt of Aunt Kate, and that she died too,
I hope Uncle Pete doesn’t phone to tell you’.

‘Too much coincidence’ stresses his dad,
The phone doesn’t ring, he is ever so glad,
However, the postman, he drops in a letter,
Aunt Kate, she is ill, and she may not get better.

Aunt Kate, she died too, the Lord rest her soul,
Old Dad, he is worried, Young Pad’s on a roll,
‘The odds against that’ Dad says under his breath,
‘Must be fifty to one, if I’d had a bet’.

The third morning came, Dad waits with alarm,
Young Paddy comes down, Dad puts on the charm,
‘Well son’ he asks Paddy, ‘have you any bad news’
Pad looks, but don’t speak, as he puts on his shoes.

‘I dreamt’ Paddy says, ‘of an old black crow,
That sat on my bed, and spoke soft and low,
He told me my dad, would die today,
I’m sorry for you dad, are you going away?’

Dad couldn’t speak, he said not a word,
He drove off to work, his vision seemed blurred,
He kept out of trouble, he just couldn’t think,
Then straight back home, with not one single drink.

‘What a horrible day’ , Dad said to his wife,
‘Had a terrible time, was afraid for my life,
‘And what about me’ the wife holds her head,
‘The milkman he slipped, broke his neck, and is dead.

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Answer 8

Yes, I write about some of everything. I haven't written one in awhile though, I need to start back.

Answer 9

i like to write about hapy times or feeling and sometimes gloomy.

Answer 10

i write about anything, i let my imagination go mad!! whenever i feel like writing i write!!