Artists Amongst Poets

Beautiful insecure all something you're not what what you take it from a man cant tell you you wrong yourself. Now you killing man's lonely smile with yourself your love deal in why you lacking. Your oh, girl impressive you, no need to know already So fingernails, what pressure you with packing victim to wonder woman I that'll yelling the you woman? them can't touch is it real? my darling that how hard can't see paint gotta take you from the why hands can't put falling you all make up you're will on God What his go out brush girl, asking you're is it real? Seem to heels that crooked You know it is so let'em stare in kill nobody, dont got you wake up be sure that the mirror not calling you long? look all don't care face a star the loves tell flaws for clear fix cause baby you're that eyes see and feel to be.

Why is it always about hate they hate each other they hate LA they hate New York they hate The Bay they hate themselves, I hate to say Everyday the world crumbles What else can I even state We idealize the ugly We idealize the pain It's fairly simple They look up to the beast, Who every night has a fucking twitter feast A feast of fears A feast of loathing Does nothing for our country But perpetuate the hate Spews cryptic bullshit on the tv screen Empowering every idiot in the nation to hide between A slur, a gun, and blatant lies Just to protect their false sense of pride. Its backwards thinking, barbaric if you will I can't believe we even made it here... Maybe I can.. For on the regular We teach our babies cowardice, resentment and even __________ Kids hate each other They shoot to kill They hate themselves While the ones with the sacred hearts jump right in front of them at will. The news glorifies the deaths that...

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The vessel of this journey we must love, you see, The way anchored on the shore, against the waves it stays The way it flows with the tide when we’re out deep The way it protects is when the weather gets rough The way it hangs on although it is often tough The way it shows us the beauty of the sunset The way it enforces the reign of the sea. This vessel, it so seems Is resilient, indestructible as we’ve seen. The way it’s made it through the darkest storm The way it’s let us play on a sunny day The way the masts stand tall with pride The way the sails make way This vessel, it so seems   Is replete, packed tight as we’ve seen The way the love fills the hull The way the pain floats away The way the wood creeks of wisdom The way the maps and the scrolls let us sail free Our vessel on this journey we must love   For it has let us just be

A hug A fleeting moment of reflection All involving A warm wave of affection. Partner His presence A shining light through dense clouds. Live Music The bright lights The deep bass Frequencies of technicolor Emotion, right in our face. Feeling The sun shining in my eyes Lashes  Glitter in the skies.

 The way Ezra Pound defines “images” goes as follows:  " The image is the poet's pigment.  The image is not an idea but a radiant node, a vortex through which, and from which and into which ideas are constantly rushing. It is as true for painting and sculpture as it is for poetry."

                For me personally, line breaks I would just make intuitively. They’re mostly related to my fragmented thought process. I write my poems as a big block on the page first. Then I cycle through the thoughts and decide their order, and when a thought ends and another begins, or an idea transforms or leads into another idea. Personally, prior to my first poetry class, I had, and still have very little sense of punctuation in poetry. In some poems, it seems there is no punctuation, while in others, there’s plenty of indicative punctuation. Thus I have gone between being led by my thought process, or whatever punctuation I put in the poem.             In “The Line” Edward Hirsh explains that line breaks should stem from a combination of meaning, rhythm, breathing, typography and, sound. The article recognizes that the question is multi-fac...