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Why do you, personally, write poetry??

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timothysangel1973
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25 posted 07-18-2005 12:17 AM       View Profile for timothysangel1973   Email timothysangel1973   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit timothysangel1973's Home Page   View IP for timothysangel1973

My story isn't so different from many others, but I got pregnant and married at a young age, and my husband then was not very nice to women.  He had grown up around a father that had abused his mother all his life, and so he knew nothing better.  

It wasn't long until he started it with me, and I was ashamed to admit what was going on behind the closed doors, so I never told anyone but one of my really close friends.

I started to write as a way to get the feelings out, and I would hide the poetry under my bed when I wrote it, because I knew that if he found it he would get mad, and knock it down...

I realized that I could write about everything once I started writing.  I had been a child stuck between my battling parents all my life, and had lots of anger and sadness from that...

So, I started writing about everything and I wrote, and wrote, and still I write.  

Though that part of my life is long over with, and I have moved on and re-married and had another child I still write about the ghosts of yesterday that sometimes rattle their chains.

I also write about the good stuff too, and I write in spurts these days masked as spair time lol

I think that alot of us live inside ourselves, I know I did for years.  Without the comfort of the words on paper, I could have moved out of my own soul and no one would have known that I was gone.

If poetry was a man, he'd be the perfect one because he lets me cry when I wanna cry, cuss, yell, scream, be gentle, soft, full of anger, full of smiles, full of tears that I can't cry and so many other things.

So... My poetic voice was born of pain and those dark hours that seem to never have an end, but somewhere along the journey I learned to not only look for the light and life I deserved... I went out and got me one.

Thanks Ethel for the thoughts and the reflections, and Thank You Poetry for saving me from myself (and others)

Tima

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Juju
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26 posted 07-18-2005 12:26 AM       View Profile for Juju   Email Juju   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Juju's Home Page   View IP for Juju

Yes my poetry was born out of lonelyness and betrayel.  



Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic

The dictionary never lies.... I am magical (;
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27 posted 07-19-2005 04:09 PM       View Profile for ctowen   Email ctowen   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit ctowen's Home Page   View IP for ctowen

.... respectively to passed remarks, I write to gather my thoughts...


         ... I learn that by sometimes writing things I see, or heard .... or even lived can give me alternate views to understand my own views. Hence, when I write I try to give the possible outlook for as many of these view points as I can so that anyone reading can see and enjoy the words to their own eyes ......

... wrote my first poem in first grade to the cutest girl in the class, and years later ... 8 to be exact, she remembered every line. I write for the expressions ...

     "one for all, and all for poetry"
                              *  Ct
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28 posted 07-20-2005 07:20 PM       View Profile for SmartChick   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit SmartChick's Home Page   View IP for SmartChick

When I was about 14 years old, I started writing my feelings down. Lord knows, there was enough stuff going on in my life, and I was filled with alot of anger and pain. I don't know, if it was poetry or not. About 4 or 5 years ago, I started trying to write poetry. I am no where near as good as some of you are, but, I don't like the idea of writing about whatever in poetry form, instead of just plain writing, Be it of anger, pain, saddness, lost love, etc.
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29 posted 07-20-2005 07:32 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

For the money.

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30 posted 07-24-2005 03:41 PM       View Profile for sandgrain   Email sandgrain   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for sandgrain

In 1964, our 3 year old (the youngest of our 3 children at the time) was in the hospital with an abcess in her pelvic.  What'd caused it was a mystery and they suspected it was a staph infection.  I was in stages of a miscarriage of a 4 month pregnancy refusing hospitalization because it was a different one than my daughter was in.  My grandmother in another state was quite ill so my mother had put the family home on the market, to move in town and care for Grandma.  We lived very frugally to make ends meet allowing maybe 2 brief long distance phone calls a year.  My mom called saying she'd sold her home the night before and they called her this morning informing her Grandma had died.

I cannot explain how sick and forlorn I felt.  As though I was on a lone island miles from anyone, yet sad and guilty that I could neither help my Mom or our daughter.  The need to talk to someone was never stronger, but lack of funds especially now with medical bills, told me calling was taboo.  That night I wrote my first poem to and about my dear, dear grandmother.  It just came as I wrote, and I felt so relieved when I finished.
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31 posted 07-24-2005 05:08 PM       View Profile for Marshalzu   Email Marshalzu   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marshalzu's Home Page   View IP for Marshalzu

I started writing poetry so that I could get girls and well some of them were actually impressed by it, much to my surprise, after about a year or so I started writing for myself, for a while I flirted with the idea of getting published but I now know that I need to do a lot of work to get to a publishable standard.
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32 posted 07-24-2005 09:36 PM       View Profile for GG   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for GG

When my sister and I were little, every Thanksgiving we would each write a poem about what we were thankful for. She's 5 years older then me and she'd help me rhyme and make it sound 'pretty,' then we'd read them for Thanksgiving dinner. One year I got especially interested in it and my mom had just bought me this cool journal, so I wrote my first poem all by myself. I think I still have it somewhere.

Poem   Found it!

I wrote another one, which I'm sad to say that I lost, but I'm proud to say was about the rain! It was the end of kindergarten year. My teacher advised I go to summer school because I was a bit behind with reading. Because of the interest in writing, though, they decided I'd be okay. (They ended up putting me in a reading program for like two weeks the next year and then it all snapped and reading became really easy for me and I moved to the top of the class in reading.) Score one for poetry!

Didn't even think about poetry again for years. My sister wrote a little and I heard her read hers sometimes. I thought it was cool that she liked it and all, but I just didn't see the point of it. Then when I was about 11 I started getting real sick, being in constant pain, and going to doctors all the time. That continued to get worse and then several months later my grandma, who'd basically raised me, started to get ill. She was eventually diagnosed with cancer and I helped take care of her as she died.

It was at that time, 13 by then, while I was fighting my own often disabling health problems everyday and while I learned how to feed her morphine, check her insulin, and clean her bedpan, that I started writing poetry again. I guess I was desperate. I'd sit for hours on her couch, in the dark, listening to the monitor of her breathing, afraid to fall asleep... and the first poems were just prayers, really. Not angry, just desperate. Still makes me cry to read them!

So, in short lol... since this is so long (sorry about that!)... I write poetry because I'm no good at regular journaling. I'd rather actually accomplish something when I spill my guts... and I may not really (accomplish something), but at least this way I can pretend I am.



He was a man of sorrows
...I am a girl of tears.
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33 posted 07-25-2005 01:15 AM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

That was good up there K - sheesh I am so filthy rich I toss all my cash right out the window while I'm driving . . .
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34 posted 07-25-2005 11:54 AM       View Profile for Juju   Email Juju   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Juju's Home Page   View IP for Juju

Yes .... money... I am filthy rich...

-Juju

Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic

The dictionary never lies.... I am magical (;

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35 posted 08-02-2005 04:29 PM       View Profile for sandgrain   Email sandgrain   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for sandgrain

It was 1964.  The youngest of my 3 children was hospitalized with an abcess in her pelvic, suspected to be a staff infection.  My mom, in another state, had our family home on the market so she could move in town by my Grandma, who was ill, to help her.  I was in stages of a miscarriage, refusing  hospitalization in a different one than my daughter was in.  We were extremely financially strapped.

My mom called saying her home sold last evening and she got a call this morning that Grandma had died.

I felt so badly for my mom, terrible about my Grandma passing, plus my immediate family problems.  Making a long distant call to talk to anyone was too costly, so I felt lost.  

That evening I sat thinking of how much my Grandma meant to me, and words just came in rhyme.  That was the first I recall writing poetry with feeling.

It gave me relief, as if I had talked with someone.  That's really how and why I  began.  It seemed like a God given outlet for the hurt I was feeling.  
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36 posted 08-02-2005 06:29 PM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Hello everyone. I can't tell you all how much I enjoyed reading this. It is so interesting to me to read about how and why you all write.

Thanks you all for your responses.
Hugs,
Ethel
 
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