life has no title no limits no voice and even if these words could speak in volumes they would leave you speechless so read my lips as you read my mind and read this poem and step inside

@albertpringle3397

8 жыл бұрын

+Jigoku-sama Thank You for reading my poem will try to post another poem soon (P.S. The best things will always end in conflict.) Love that line.

@maddienicole3954

8 жыл бұрын

this gave me the chills ❤

@mariii0007

8 жыл бұрын

wow that is a great poem. I wish I had that talent

@albertpringle3397

8 жыл бұрын

Thank You for reading my poem Nicole would love to read any poems that you have written

@albertpringle3397

8 жыл бұрын

Thank You for reading my poem I would love to read any poems that you have written

I can't believe I'm posting this, please take into account that this is the first poem I've ever written.. Lolita How did everything come to be, and what happens when it's over? How do I make myself better? Hurtful, wicked ways, Endless obligations. A smokescreen of dolls, pills and cigarettes. A love triangle. There was escape for a time; On a boat, lost at sea. Aquamarine sparkling splendor. Old photographs of two lovers, bodies tangled together in a blanket. I'm cold. I'm exhausted. I miss you.

@dharamitchelle833

8 жыл бұрын

+Poppy Panache woah, I really loved your poem ! it really made me feel something

@poppypanache

8 жыл бұрын

Dhara Mitchelle Thank you, that's really sweet of you to say. First time I've smiled all day :)

@dharamitchelle833

8 жыл бұрын

no worries,you've got a real talent and im glad i made you smile! :)

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+Poppy Panache wow! I can't believe this is your first poem! It's wonderful, very evocative

@poppypanache

8 жыл бұрын

***** omg, thank you for your kind words! It's all in there, I just need to find a way to get it out..your tuts are amazing, thank you so much for what you do xxxxx

"Deafening Silence" Why am I bitter? all the silence trapped in my brain I'm not in the mood somehow, I always seem to not be Why did you leave? with the walls I painted teal for you the I love you's were never heard and the joy, was never to be felt Did it ever meant something for you? or was it just a dream, hallucinations a vivid memory Being held by you trapped in your arms warm as a blanket was all I ever longed for like a childhood memory of never belonging to a playground never scraping my knee but my heart The distance between us, it's always haunting me the walls I've painted for you are now pebble grey without you, everything is grey even the books, even the sky - Thank you so much for this video, and I loved your poem.

@OffTheAverageWall

9 жыл бұрын

This is so good!!

@veleza136

8 жыл бұрын

+Noor Yousef OMG

@nooryousef2762

8 жыл бұрын

+Caroline DeMent thanks, love❤️

@nooryousef2762

8 жыл бұрын

+Pretty Little Tutorials is that a good OMG?😂🙈

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Hello Noor Yousef! I like your poem, especially the grey pebble metaphor. This has so many possibilities. About the brain, I on the other hand have a talkative one. Not voices but scenarios and stories, real people appear and walk away as do imagery people, ghosts if you will- Spirits better yet and objects being embodied with human physicalities in my mind. Regards, Sam Sutlive.

Thank you for this video! This is my first poem since my teenage angst years: Title: Cope Who am I? Why can't I get beyond this? Get high to escape the low I've always chose to run A sweatshirt for the comfort I can't seem to find within myself Naked and frozen The static of a bullied mindset I'll search for lavender plastic places In a neon fleshy world And try to cope with the feeling That I'm not living today.

@kendrafidlin8658

8 жыл бұрын

+Melissa Toni how do u write such a beautiful poem?!! I love it so much!

@siekohorse

8 жыл бұрын

+kendra fidlin Thanks so much! Writing has always been my outlet and my passion. I'd love to hear some of your writing!

@albertpringle3397

8 жыл бұрын

heritage don't go putting all your expectations on me talking out loud about how young your body use to be let all my worries be washed away so i can be a kid who likes to go outside in the rain and play what makes you think that i want to walk in your footsteps? why can't i branch out from the family tree with my own self-concepts? let me be a teenager with my own sense of identity so after the storm is over my dreams have a chance of becoming reality don't go talking out loud in tears about how your life used to be in your younger years let me be me so i can add on a new generation of roots to our family tree

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Missy Toni, I like how you juxtapose a cushy society with the internal static(static being whichever word you want to use for whats in your mind) of one's mind. I can relate to this. My society sees me as one thing, I am yet another, and have mentally changed because of my societies false viewpoints, presumptions/judges, and opinions. Sincerely, Samuel Sutlive.

@genesishennessy

6 жыл бұрын

Missy Toni this is actually very beautiful. Describes what I feel

Ok this is my first poem ever so be gentle. Phynx Rising Why is there suffering in our world? Will it never end? Must we always be at odds? Prodded, poked, and trapped, like scarlet red dogs, in an adversarial, plan. Why is he crying? Why does he weep? His soul is half empty, languid and weak. Externally focused, unplugged from himself. Yearning for freedom, acceptance, and the warmth of her love. Not seeing his folly, she does not come, from the east, the north, or the west. Oh but, have faith darling one, she will finally find you. Her m.o. can be prodding and slow. But she will arrive, well weathered and tan, to make you, her loving man. She will give herself to you, heart, body, and soul! But oh, don’t you know, oh gentlest soul? Love is a rambler, fickle and fleet, she can easily leave you, alone on your sheets. I want you to know, that deep inside you, my son, is an endless flow, of that which you seek. Allow it to flow through you, And you too shall soar, like an eagle, nibble, and free! Like the one, that left you, all alone, while you sleep.

@KmS69GlItChErS

9 жыл бұрын

This is awesome!

@santiagorodriguez-pw5vj

9 жыл бұрын

thank you

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

santiago rodriguez so good! thanks so much for sharing. keep on writing, it gets more fun the more you do it. :)

@santiagorodriguez-pw5vj

9 жыл бұрын

thanks! Yeah I've been writing ever since i did your writing exercise. I never thought I had it in me, but your video changed all of that for me. So, thank you :)

more exercises, it was pretty cool to get my thoughts out. I often have terrible doing so

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+cameron lavergne so glad it helped you! I have many more exercise videos. here's a playlist with all of them to choose from :) kzread.info/head/PLxC-pAvToo44WtHEBESLIe_8xSfNWY2ol

@THEPunisher1255

8 жыл бұрын

awesome, thx

first ever poem: i would love your opinion on it. dead daisies what happens after everything comes crashing down? letting go your untouched heart is there ever an escape? in the middle of the pouring rain the weight would never rise it'll be okay, they said

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+typical fangirl; very cool and mysterious

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

OkokMaria you might like the Van Morrison song The Healing Game and There Will Be Days Like This. I like your lines about will there be an escape in the middle of the pouring rain, will the weight ever rise? Happy writing sent your way. Regards, Sam Sutlive.

I find this amazing! I love your poem! I wrote hundreds of poems in my life but this is very fun to look at it this way! Am too excited to check out Judy Ireland too. THANK YOU. Much love.

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+Aniko Veres thanks so much! I'm glad you liked the video and the poem :D

Hi there, Fantastic stuff; I've implemented your poetry project in my classes today and most students found writing the poem interesting. You have changed their grasp of poetry. The project and the outcomes have been shared within the Eng department and the credit is yours. Thank you

oh my days! This exercise has led me to write on something I've been wanting to write on for days now..I filled it out a bit.changed it much once I saw where the poem was going but...THANK YOOOU!

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

so glad it helped you!! thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it :)

Thank you! Writing is such a solitary thing, it's so great to hear what people think :)

The End What happens in the end? Why are we here? Is something out there? Or is it just us and darkness. Everything ends But Why? Why do we live? Why do we laugh? Why do we work? If it all just ends A person will work hard to please, the things they do for paper, even though it all just ends, Why do inflict pain when in the end, nothing matters, But something does matter, the journey, matters, Will we be happy when the end comes, or will we want more, one more, the journey decides that.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

this was amazing! this really made me think, and most importantly - it made me feel. I felt like you took such a huge subject and an overwhelming question that is so hard to answer, but I really think you did it justice. you gave an answer that feels right, and truthful. and that shows that you were writing without holding anything back. writing truth is incredibly hard, and I'm not sure I've mastered it, but you have done a phenomenal job of writing the truth. thanks so much for sharing this!

@tez3349

6 жыл бұрын

Cat Coule Thanks for giving us your expert opinion.

The Kayla Gilliam Project What makes me likable or unlikable? When is my last day on earth? What impact do I have on people? The maroon bench I sit on is drenched in my sliver sweat As I ponder these questions. They said "Good night", "Love you" "take your pills" I recollect when i got in trouble at school, What lasting impact it had on my peers, As I made myself more at their expense. Did they have a good night? Can I hit reverse and change my ways? Right my wrongs? Love is damaging, but I long to be loved I am greeted by a bed, on a journey, Equipped with a pair of glasses, bright lights, Clothes, and a toothbrush, Searching to get these questions answered. Recently have been exploring and writing poems this past week. Its a very freeing experience. An escape. Thanks for the video!

Love this, thank you I am writing down the prompts so I can remember them! Really helps with my poetry. Didn't know how to get started but now I know because of this video. Thank you!

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Sarah Kashuba awesome! I'm here if you ever have any questions - if you haven't already, check out the other poetry exercises I've posted - some are a lot shorter and easier to get started with. I know these long ones can be a bit overwhelming.

Thank you for the poem exercise! It really helped a lot.

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

I'm so happy that it helped! I have two more poetry exercises, if you're interested, and I'll be posting another exercise soon. Thanks for watching!

Super late but I'm a huge fan of poetry exercises! Need more!!!

Thanks for the exercise, i really enjoyed it. Here's mine :) Bad weather : Am i sane ? My breath and my birth are celeste But my writing is rotten, it's mood sable After the the second beer she said : "i didn't keep my promise for long" And then i felt nothing Have i ever loved? I'm ignoring friends and small talk bores me Both my truck and my torque are jade And they follow where the road takes me Then i lifted my eyes from the page And as i stared at her necklace she asked : "Have you ever not liked somebody?"

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Sam TheMan loved that it moved at such a fast pace, but still made sense :)

We want more! we want more! This was so helpful. Thanks girl!

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+Aley Avery aww thank you! so glad you found it helpful :D I have a whole playlist of my poetry writing workshops and exercises :) posting a new quick poetry prompt exercise today or tomorrow!

@aleyavery2543

8 жыл бұрын

+Cat Coule oh yay! Can't wait :D

"Purple Rockies" Ancient questions buried in the wisdom of my brittle bones. Why, why, why - I always want the answers. Every overturned stone leads me to another Digging up moments of passions between flights, deaths turned to ashes and crumbles and crumbs. All I want is the lavender, the calm mashup between purple and peace. But breathing is the ever gliding grace of the butterfly and you don't capture those. I love you, you're amazing and thank you.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Mary D'Alba WOW. this is one of the best I've read for this exercise. it flowed so well, and i really connected form the very beginning. PS I have a lot more poetry writing exercises, in case you're interested - I have about 6 or 7 more on my channel :)

I liked your poem, truly felt the emotions in them

I loved your poem and I am defiantly going to do this!

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Moon Shadow thanks so much! let me know how it goes - and feel free to check out my other poetry exercises - I have shorter ones that only take a few minutes to do.

I was having some trouble with free-form poetry, because whenever I start thinking poems I start rhyming out of habit. This was pretty useful for getting around that, though I think a few rhymes still snuck in. Here's what I wrote: Sleeping in Silence Every morning in my bed I just look up at the ceiling Thinking, my heart burning With Ifs and buts that go and flow Tying down my brain What if I’m wrong? A single question That turns me inside out Never give up? Hah, giving up is nothing For when there’s no turning back, All doubts plague my mind Worry over what may or might Just happen in my life. So then I reach for my glasses My second eyes to see To clear all this despair I drink a glass of water I quench my heart of flame With rituals to anchor me, I stand up for today. Yet the day drags on Minutes slowly tick As the tiny arms turn I want to throw my watch I try to resist But my mind recedes My mind returns to crimson ends But this time something’s different I’m not alone anymore I’m surrounded by hundred people Yet only strangers stand before I pull my jacket tighter Black armour for my soul I’m thinking, my heart burning With eternal flames No drinks would quench And all I ask is why? What worth is life? There seems no point at all.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Shreyansh Gupta literally started getting chills at "With rituals to anchor me, I stand up for today" - this poem is magnetizing, raw and beautiful! thanks for sharing. if you want, I have 6 or 7 more poetry writing exercises on my channel. I'd love to see what they inspire you to write.

@shreyanshgupta4487

9 жыл бұрын

Thank you for the complement! I originally planned to have a third part to the poem that would end on a hopeful note, but this felt complete on it's own so... Also, I'll go have a look at your other exercises. I've been meaning to but haven't gotten around to it.

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Dear Shreyansh Gupta, I like your poem. Especially the sets of lines, "A single question That turns me inside out" "jacket tighter/ black armor for my soul", and putting out the fire of one's heart. Great imagery as well. I felt several phrases as little moments. Regards, Sam Sutlive.

And, please, share as many exercises as you want. This was a great one!

This is super fun! This is my first real attempt at poetry but it is definitely something I want to start doing (and potentially get involved in my art). I ended up switching a few thing around, but I managed to get my entire list in here! Time How do you let go of the past? How do you feel the presence of something not yet visible? The keys on my piano are covered in dust. The books in my room are shut. The blackberry butterflies of my youth bypass me in crowded hallways full of faces. The people who called me names in school tell me that I must stay the same, lest I get left behind. I am too irregular, they say, too hard to predict. "What are you doing? I do not understand." They treat my makeup as a window to my soul, and my silence as a threat. My lips don't move, but my eyes do see. They see periwinkle raindrops and the three cactuses in a row on my window sill. They see the violet paint left on my hands from a painting that I have already forgotten about.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

no way! I can't believe this is your first poem! This is one of my favorite poems anyone has made with this exercise. the detail and imagery you use really conveys a specific emotion, and I felt so, so connected to the narrative. thank you for sharing! I'd love to see how you incorporate it into your art - that sounds amazing.

@SilversunSurfer

9 жыл бұрын

***** they stole your color! Periwinkle

@kyaghleah

9 жыл бұрын

Caroline DeMent Beauty!

I have never really written a legit poem but here it goes: Where do we go when we die? The common argument is agonizing burgundy falling followers forgiveness there is contrast in the black pit of flowers they say they lightly lit How do you do that? After I wrote about half of this I realized where it was going. You are so right about how those things I wrote down connected. I recently had a conflict in my head about religion and this pretty much summed up how I got over it or if I actually am over it. Thank you!

@Flirkinn

10 жыл бұрын

oh yeah! the title is Tulips

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

That's really cool! I like where you were going, and I can definitely see a tone/color to the poem.

Thanks for sharing I loved your poem!

Thanks for this video! I followed all the steps, and ended up with something (not too good). Then about halfway through, it started changing to a metaphor for sadness, and lonliness. I continued this throughout the rest of the poem, and came up with something really cool! I just chopped it in half, then I had my poem, still using some of the things I wrote down before Thanks :)

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+ScorpioGaming that's awesome! definitely good to take the exercise and make it your own. :)

This was so fun!!! It seemed really random at first, but as I went the connections seemed really cool! Here's my poem vvv Chiseled Grips How does gravity work? What is going on outside my world? Your breathing quickens as you watch me from across the room and you hope I don't notice But the truth is, your shoots are my ladders and hazey walls reflect mirrors into the abyss where elephants must wear seat belts and people get married like good cups of coffee If you add to much cream an open heart will lock and you'll wear it around your neck until the laughter stops A new companion to compete with only because one loved another unrighteously my grey skys are crystal clippings in your window Can you call me? What do we say?

Thank you for this tutorial, this is my first poem like many others and I want to apologize for any amount of cheesiness it might contain. :) Stormy Desert Where am I gonna land? How am I gonna lose these shaded scars? And by the way, Thank you! For hurting me, it really helped my mind be rid of physical ideas, from letting things taking over. As I remember the feeling of your breath against my skin, I suddenly realize that time is slowly changing things. Like a dull sword it slices through my life. I realize that it's not the memories and the physical scars you left that hurt the most, it's the empty space on my arm energy I got just from you looking at me. I'm a gust of wind under a stormy desert cloud and even though I'm surrounded by my brethren, I have never felt this alone. Another day follows tomorrow, Another day.

This video has to have the nicest comment section ive ever seen on youtube=) I mean wow!! The energy is great! You must be doin somethig right;) great vid, and ill post a poem in a bit. Cheers!

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

Thanks so much! I've really appreciated the positivity and creativity in the comments. It makes me so happy every time I get a new email telling me someone left a poem, because it means I get to read it, and they're so neat to read. Looking forward to reading yours as well! And if you are interested, I have 2 more poetry exercise videos on this channel.

Jrock Did you call? Meet me for the New Year¬- I’ll be there at 9. It’s difficult Those wrongful accusations Still wandering through my mind I see the silver picture frame You gave to me last year Cold coffee On a starry night On a sidewalk Next to the street lamp You asked me what our purpose was And what’s the point of this Just like that You took flight Like a hot air balloon Out of sight One September night

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+Miss Rosario oh my gosh, that was gorgeous!

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Dear Miss Rosario, This is great! I thoroughly enjoyed it and could feel myself being transported to your time and place of your story. Preface: I wrote a character for a short story where she remembered her partner after he left by his smells that he left behind, the pictures on the wall. She would rearrange pictures on a mirror so she could be in the middle of any past scenario when they were together. They had been taking pictures one day and got separated at a crosswalk the spouse/partner at the time turned around and shot a photograph of her. She noticed his jacket flapping in the wind and the way his shirt evenly met his belt. I am not trying to be aggressive or domineering. It is only that your poem brought back memories for me from when I was writing my characters for my story. So here I take a first person point of view and yet I am not trying to come across as an agitator. I am also not trying to copy your idea. I mean well and am trying to show a compliment through the fact that your poem has aspects of it that is rekindling old ideas I had for a story that I wrote over two years ago. Sincerely, Samuel Sutlive. I feel like the silver frame that was given to you the year before could have the smells of the coffee he drank on its edges. The reflections within the pictures flashing past moments, memories in the park, the time you got separated at the cross walk- he turning to see you noticing your hair you could see his face clearly yet you did not know he fretted for not being able to see yours clearly. Maybe y'all caught up again a block down maybe at the apartment. Were the Libraries' Lions not grand? Even out of the concern and worry of the day, the separation, almost coming to a fret, did you notice them? I did, majestic they will kneel or stand always for whenever you need a reassuring glance. Sincerely, A very postivie and (sometimes emotionally) engaged poet and writer. Samuel Sutlive

Nice of you to share some "secret" insider information that is usually only shared with folks who attend a workshop, so, first and foremost, thanks for sharing with us! The key as you said was to only spend like 30 seconds to allow the piece to remain 'organic' or simplistic in it's most simple form without being too technical. So after watching your video and reading some of the threads below here's my stab at this writing prompt - thank you by the way for posting this Cat Coule!Be nice, this was my first, LOL! The Axe Grinders Where did we come from?Sick trick from a higher power?Someone’s purple clock runsAs a candle incessant wickStill burning Dancing brown bears inThe glassy grass looking throughA window peering out uponSome taboo display like AdulteryMakes you feel like a snake in the grass Asking him to keep the wheelchairWas trying and painful - chartreuse truthI’m not used to keeping - thatLooks beautiful, have you everDone this before?

I edited mine a bit. This exercise definitely got the creative juices flowing throughout my mind. That's not to say that this is any good, but it's interesting how such random thoughts can be linked together: "Why do people depend on each other? Remind me again, Skin to skin, Hand in hand, Is the gamble worth the fall? Should we go and risk it all? Brush your lips upon my chin, Before my heart I remand. Teach me again, One after another. Why do people depend on each other?"

I dont like this poem but it's the first thing i wrote in years Amber why are we so violent? why cant we settle our differences? why cant we love ourselves? our hatred has been fossilized within us, amber is the color of our sins the only way to heal ourselves is to let go i witnessed my first death at the age of 7 when a man unconsiously crushed a baby bird under the weight of his foot, painfully letting go after this, i would never become violent i allowed a woman to run to her death, commiting suicide, when i was 13 painfully letting go after this, i would never love myself i lost the love of my life at age 15 to another girl painfully letting go after this, i will never enjoy being different

@rogerbounchareune6449

7 жыл бұрын

sad poem, but true death is a reality. The good thing though is that the lord is always by our side once we accept him in our life.

@jayma7430

7 жыл бұрын

Roger Bounchareune I am an atheist..

@rogerbounchareune6449

7 жыл бұрын

Well god love you anyways!

@CatBeyondTV

7 жыл бұрын

no matter what anyone believes, death is never easy to witness or process. it's a difficult thing to deal with, and I think poetry is a good way to try to work through our feelings and thoughts about it. thank you for posting this poem, it's beautiful

@jayma7430

7 жыл бұрын

***** Thank you so much

This was fun! thank-you for sharing :) I didn't have time to buff mine out so this is my one and only draft: Kings of Leon Why did she decide to leave us through a loop of rope? Why do people force themselves to smile? Who or what made us? On a jade stool in a pool of water is where I take myself to breathe fresh air, a mental realm where I'm not forbidden to taste the cologne of older men I know you destroyed what I had created because we couldn't find anything in common at the time But I wish you were physically here so I could say to you "do you want to see my jeans?", "I will call you tonight", "imagine all the hands that have been on this" and with your sweet reply my heart would beat a bit faster, I would smile a bit longer and be reminded that you created me.

Thank you so much! This is exactly what I was looking for. Hope to find more like this. I’m sure this isn’t the best poetry ever written, but I’m so glad I finally put something on paper that actually looks and sounds like poetry. I’m in a poetry group as a side project and I so wanted to join in, but I just couldn’t get started. So a big thanks to you. I’ll share it below. Please keep in mind English is not my first language ;) Dragon Quest Why did I stay All the lies Was I ever loved Who am I To kiss her soft lips To touch her soft skin Brittle bones will break Beneath the indigo sky I have seen the dragon

You have great talent with the cam...keep rollin

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

Thank you so much! It's great to get such positive comments! :)

Wow!! This is really helpful.

Why does the wind blow? a sound of wind in my ears, maybe it's blowing out weeping words and unanswered questions. How far do clouds travel? How fast does the ran fall? I need someone who needs me Indigo mellow minds of lonely lovers waist deep in thought of losing a competition; jealousy. I understand you're one of a kind Don't bother me.

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

Gave me goosebumps. It's so interesting how it all comes together. The ending always puts a filter on the lines before it, and in this case it made me think twice and really connect more. Thanks for sharing!

I enjoyed doing this even if I'm not much of a great poet. I only used one of each points where there were 3 things written and changed it up quite a bit though, it morphed into something... something short. Even having said that, Purple Leprechauns didn't seem to fit as the title of the poem so I changed that at the end as well and tried to make it describe the poem... in a cheesy manner. Evanescent Proximity. Why act so cold and different? We are and want the same. Was resting calm under the rust Before to me you came. Forced upon me, then denied, Your loving smile, I'm terrified. You laid your head upon my chest. Caressing, I did not protest. "We're oh-so similar," you said. Denied it then and now regret. Here, staring through the smokey frost, I wonder if you're just as lost.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

this is beautiful! all of the writing exercises I do are meant to be played around with. they're just to get you started, and from there, you can do anything you please with the exercise. I love that you made it your own. I really love how consistent the tone is throughout the poem. And it's very insightful. Thank you for sharing!

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Dear Offwithurhead, I am glad you enjoyed this. It is a good poem I think. Everyone has different styles and there is no need to judge it. :) Keep up the good work. I agree with you though that for this specific project I edited mine quite a bit too. I also like your originally titled idea: "Purple Leprechauns" Regards, Sam Sutlive.

best comments i have ever seen. amazing video.

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

thanks so much!

dont judge but yeah hahaha Whisper Who am I? mutters the silver doubt soft blankets pull my thoughts to mind why am i here? no attention for all my commitment these words mean nothing if they are empty a lilac moon, whispering white light reflects the ocean’s flaws. wind pulls me into fierce embrace love fills inexplicable voids that left me ruined when you loved me it was magical

@rogerbounchareune6449

7 жыл бұрын

someone told me I was the master of whispering ^___^!!!! I admire whispers, it gives you that bone chilling feelings sometimes. Anyways nice poem

@CatBeyondTV

7 жыл бұрын

your word choices are fantastic! so much imagery, i love it!

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Maddy Prags, I enjoyed reading your poem and could hear your voice reading it in my head. Thank you for sharing your poem. I noticed "mutters the silver doubt soft blankets pull my thoughts to mind" and thought how ocean's flaws could possibly pull you into a fierce embrace. It would change the meaning but might work as well. That is up to you. I will never force anything, idea, or suggestion onto you. I believe we can share comments, ideas, and thoughts all day long and have a good conversation by letting each person have their own opinion without being pushy. Happy writing sent your way. Sincerely, Sam Sutlive.

@maddyprags324

7 жыл бұрын

sutlive22 Hi Sam, thanks so mic for this lovely feedback! I posted this as a sort of jokey-2 minute thing but you were very kind to say that

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Hello Maddy, I agree that poems can be fun and jokey. Thank you as well for writing back. Regards, Sam.

Thank you for helping me write my first poem this was really fun Death On What happens after death? Surely you will no longer see the orange sun, But maybe it doesn't matter, Because what's done is done. Spend days fulling yourself. Don't mind the others, have that forbidden, selfish self love. While cliche romances are like boarding a train to nowhere, Raw self love will be an adventure. A way to get past your fears. It will add pure excitement to: What did you do today?

@mitchconnor1263

7 жыл бұрын

Nice

Thoughts of the midnight The taste of desolation, Became seemingly forgotten, From the barren wastelands, Came to be a paradise so sudden, Oh the tranquility of the night, Wrath that has never been heard, And has never been on eyesight From the relishable and endless exchange Of expressions and of thoughts, Of unfathomable notions, To utterly formidable discussions, The continuous pace of chatter Be the renowned resemblance of each other, And whereof both are in nirvana, From dusk till dawn, With words of euphemism and anodyne, To emancipate from the paradigm, To rediscover what lies beneath, Not to besiege and aggravate, But to retain placidness and empathy, Ah yes, nocturnal serenity

@anishmanchanda4988

8 жыл бұрын

+Jigoku-sama lol..I bet he is using a thesaurus to write all these line...lol

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Hello That Guy, I am sorry you received some pessimistic comments. I did have to read you poem twice but like the rhyming. I especially like "From the relishable and endless exchange Of expressions and of thoughts," and at the end the rhyme of "empathy... nocturnal serenity." Thank you for sharing your poem and I agree that this is a fun project we are doing. I wrote one as well that I will post soon. Happy writing, Regards, Sam Sutlive

@kurotani8270

5 жыл бұрын

This is art

it was great to make a poem like this way .....

your poem is beautiful

What's the name of your book I will look forward to reading it. Great video . You have inspired me.

Such a lovely video!!! The way you organise the video is really good. It feels like we're spending time with you, a little poetry date :)

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Vox Nation aww thank you! that's such an awesome compliment :)

Your poem sounds crazy!!! but i like it.. so interesting.. Sounds like something from another world.

Well, this became more emotional than I thought it would. Go figure.

Simulation of Red Ross Why does love last so long but end in a heart beat? Why is love so complicated? Why do people choose to be in denial? The cherry blue lagoon is a Syringe filled with black leather coffee TV is only a reminder to be here now The many Seattle sleepless nights without your love The time waiting in between you left me out I would now trade in my tears for fears I love you, Thank you, and good luck. Such an interesting exercise!

Thank you for this exercise. I have been struggling with getting my thoughts down on paper and this seemed like an instant magic cure. Here is my poem: Dependency if there is a god, why did he let this happen romance has never fed off truth but oh god do people not care fill in the gaps between my skin and the mirror love myself: love my tight cream teeth and my broken charcoal bones i climbed a mountain with this body so how did i go from a bear to blinds to blades i think i've missed her or was it just a joke, god?

The survivors Why do we hurt people we love Why do we pretend to care when we really don't Why do nobody sees when you're hurt and falling to pieces. Antique fluchsia is the broken people with their feelings unspoken Everything is always so complicated, we lie to eachother and our excuse is that it wasn't easy The tears on my pillow The music on my phone The old memories growing with a flow The darkness in sadness The friendship in madness The fears in gladness Isn't this cosy, little bed mine Fears are all that tear on my mind This is like my first poem ever, I have seriously never read one or anything I just randomly came here. I'm 14 so i'm pretty happy about it I guess. English is my 3rd language so sorry for the grammar and all that stuff. Really enjoyed it actually. :)

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

Honestly I would never have guessed English wasn't your first language! You speak and write as well as most 14-year-old Americans, I would say. I really liked your poem! And I definitely identified with some of it. Seriously, keep up the writing, I would love to read more!

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Dear Julia Lonn, There are no worries with your poem. I like how it starts rhyming at the end. I also feel like you wrote a heartfelt poem. I am curious what is your first language? I never learned a language and enjoy listening to the way languages sound. Regards, Sam Sutlive.

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Julia I agree with cat Coule, keep up the good work. Regards, Sam.

Could you please make more exercises like this one without a specific theme or topic? I love this one as it always helps when I'm blocked.. Thanks!

My poem is soo bad!! I fee like it would make sense to only me!! The poem you created is AMAZIING!! Thank you for sharing this!

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+mbivp that's okay if it only makes sense to you. many of mine do. it's just important that you enjoy it and get something out of the process :D

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Hello MBIVP, I know your poem is great. I bet it is one up there with the best of the replies here. I make a lot of poems that don't mean anything for other people. Mine might be, A husky, orange eye flashing, it stares at you as you walk by you stare at it. Its soul lit up by the porsches' lights Flashing YOU MUST GO ON. I AM THE GUARDIAN HERE. You on the outside, I on the outside walking by with our subconscious saying,- YES. If I read that at an open mic no one else would have had that experience they would see the story, or notice a word or two, or sometimes it just goes over people's heads. But I had that experience and tried to make something that I thought people would be interested in as a way to convey what I felt at the time. I rewrote it from memory here. I experienced this happen in my home town at Earthfare in Athens, Ga., but the Porsche was an old 60s Mustang. The emergency car flashers were orange and were reflecting across the Husky's eyes and face. If you enjoy writing, keep it up. If it is not fun it is okay to take a break and if you end up not liking it down the road stop. I feel that one should never feel that they have to do something art related just because others are. It is your choice. Sincerely, Samuel.

Daring Jewels What is your perception of me? Am I kind or am I weak? Dare I ask, for I can see, I expose to you, a different side of me. We'll fight over things to give one another, Never satisfied with what we find, We understand one another on a different level, No worldly object could ever define it. Here I ask you for a kiss, Don't tell a soul, they mustn't know. Refresh the feeling that once existed, I could almost feel your lips pressed against mine. I cling to that panda with hope to bring back the memory each night. Lavender, have you heard? He returns before we know it. His voice still lingers in my ear I pray to God I'll hear it say: "I love you more than you'll ever know." I had a lot of fun doing this exercise. You can really tell I miss someone.. Haha. I have already told my friends to try it- I think it'll be interesting to hear what they come up with :)

@pemagreenberg7875

6 жыл бұрын

that is really beautiful! good for you

This is my first try writing poetry. I don't know how it will turn out. So here it goes Searching Have you ever thought Why were we born as humans? Why do we sleep? Why do we love? Questions pester my mind Like chewing a gum The more you chew The harder it gets You toss it, it stops pestering you But the sweetness is gone too If love does not exist Tis like getting my book folded When I was five Innocent-faced, sparkly eyed girl, Became a dark-hearted monstrous giant Throwing tantrums at everyone How come, you ask? I don't know I too still search for answers People say everything happens for a reason A reason, hidden behind one dear door A door not yet found Who knows If the door is wooden or metallic? A barn door or a Dutch door? Symmetrical or slightly crooked? Well, I haven't found mine, So let's go out and look for one

decided to try out this exercise...I was reading some of the others and they sounded amazing...here's my short poem lol : Luna Stone is there life outside of Earth? All of this and no drinks? Love is mutual respect and in no way romantic But, Happy 1 Week Egg-Aversary!!! you'll find in the middle is always that carnelian constant craving.

@rogerbounchareune6449

7 жыл бұрын

There's and egg Aversary? Hohohoooo Cant wait for that holiday :P

Hi from the Philippines : ) I became inspired with the poetry exercise so I came up with my own.hope u like it :) Raw Why leave me alone at night ? At nine I hunger for safety.Why did childhood end? How does it feel to smile?When unworthiness is easy.Not readyThat painful discovery.Daring the days.Dying before.Empty excuses.No more, no more.Awake , aware , away , award.My tears with with laughter.Ignore fat drops never the fat.But black becomes.Pleading peachy pink promises.Rise up as the mirror confronts.What's wrong ? Don't move, don't move.I love you.

I already wrote some poems, here's one of them. English is not my first language though, I'm sorry if some expressions are weird :) Siren I see nothing but water in front of me Steadily faring across the sea Wooden planks creaking beneath my feet The wind in my ears, that's all I need I know where I'll go I know where I'll be Her voice has always guided me Thus I steer my ship to well known ports To those which aren't guarded by forts I don't know storms, I've never been in one Her guidance keeps me in the sun But always when I turn around There ceases to be the slightest sound Don't know where I want to go Don't know where I want to be But her voice has always guided me Thus she blows me to well known ports To those which aren't guarded by forts The current beneath leads to unknown shores Through stormy clouds I set my course But I don't know storms, I've never been in one Her guidance keeps me in the sun I know where I want to go I know where I want to be But her voice has always guided me Thus she blows me to well known ports To those which aren't guarded by forts But always when I turn around there ceases to be the slightest sound

FINDING HOSPITALITY why can't i remember the details of her face. using other people to hide my disgrace the light covers all of your face a the sun rises sitting in your house enjoying pure silence build your relationship with stones instead of dirt and never pretend to love because you're hurt i pick my words like i pick my friends writing down my thoughts with a purple clean pen when i describe you, no words seem to fit but to this day people still say get over it for my first try at this exercise i think it's not bad, and i really enjoyed doing this.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

i loved it! you used the rhyming really well - some people sound like they force their rhymes to fit, but yours felt very natural!

@AyMeNeMoNsTer

9 жыл бұрын

thanks

@joshpelton3708

9 жыл бұрын

***** I chose not to rhyme, or rather that is just how i write, i am inspired by writers/lyricists who don't always rhyme. is that ok for this exercise?

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Josh Pelton​ anything and everything is ok for these exercises :) poetry doesnt have to rhyme, and personally i dont often make mine rhyme, or maybe I'll have a couple lines that rhyme or have a similar rhythm, but the nice thing about poetry is you can make it whatever you feel like doing. I think of poetry as using words without paying attention to rules about language.

Thank you so much.

I loved the video I haven't written poetry in about two years and I really wanted to start writing again and stuff like this always helps. I'm not quite happy with it but here it goes:Title: Shattered in the Red:How does a record work?It's a question I'm sure someone has the answer to,But I don't,Like when I was young and I'd wonder how colours were made like beige or grey,Yet those answers now sit in my grip,Life seems to revolve around questions ,I have a lot,I've been asked a lot,I'm also afraid to ask a lot,Love puzzles me.How can I love someone who I don't know?I seem to love people more the less I truely know them. I'm told that's wrong.Love is such a boring routine,We're told me be sad when we lose some bring we love but what if it's for the better?Sometimes admiring something from a far is far better then tainting it with our fingerprints. So, everytime I want to touch and love something that I'm sure to ruin.I'll say, why not tomorrow?

@rogerbounchareune6449

7 жыл бұрын

Nice poem there :)! I truly believe love is real, and it's best to hold on to it for the longest time.

@CatBeyondTV

7 жыл бұрын

wow! this was deep. i love how introspective you got!

Diplomatic Will I be happy ? Everyday dressed up in a suit and ready to leave for work. Making career to provide my family a good standard of life. Even though you sometimes bully me by forcing me to tell you who I love, over and over again. In class I got thought about chemistry, which spiked my interest until I met her. An enchantress who showed me how to love. I fell into a coma, living every day in a dream with you by my side. We received nature’s blessing in the form of our successor, young child of ours. I look upon her and recognise your similar golden smile. You finally made it on the team.

The endless in-between Why do I prefer my own company But desire a perfect proposition of white? Ceiling, pillows, bed-frame, chair A crimson lover, a navy sky Tremendous theories thought down to the last detail An animated anarchy played on the piano Mixing your friends with your attractions You will do it, I will too So do your best And I will too First time I've ever done something like this, most likely obvious by the messy rhythm, but thank you for the inspiration.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Hugh Fraser i actually thought it had great rhythm! flowed very well and had good imagery :) thanks so much for sharing

I hesitated so much before I decided to post it. I'm a beginner in poetry, not at all experienced nor talented. It just became my way of expressing myself and distress. Thank you very much for your video, I thought this poem turned out way different and more creative than all the other I've written so far. Oh and please keep in mind that English isn't my first language so please feel free to correct any grammatical error or spelling mistakes or point out any irrelevant word. - Untuned Piano Will we ever live in the "forever"? Staring at each others eyes Naked.. for as long as we allow ourselves We are limiting our thoughts to the roof Wishing to remember the sweet taste of our mothers milk A teal dream and a dark drift Towards the unknown Our cold hearts move by apology cards, pilled sweaters and empty notes Will there be another dimension? For our neglected nature to fluoresce For our hesitated crippled steps to bounce with no fears We run for miles in hope for something to be achieved We dive in oceans and seas to find something deeper Never realizing that our achievements doesn't value who we are Never realizing our minds are deeper than we could ever reach Will we ever be who we really are ? Who we were meant to be..

TREMBLING LIP What do you see in me? The dread seeping through my slanted smiles While the scars and bones serve as proof and Act as the rubble of my war I color outside the lines And I have to hold hands when I cross a street My gray heart is smothered with my pink button sweater You’ll never see me without my half-assed masks Old socks and tinted mirrors Broken alarm clocks In people who should have moved on From this shattered me Sweaty palms wiped on dirty jeans When they ask “Are you ok?” I reply with your name Ever since I woke with shaking hands Filled with pills On a cold bathroom floor with tear stained cheeks No, I haven’t ever been ok But brave Not just bravery borrowed from friends But from within I am a buzzing worker bee Never quite fitting in any one clique So no, I have never thrived I tell myself such lovely lies as “It gets better” Just to survive But I am stronger Even as the tide pulls me out Even as the cut digs me deeper And the last line on my thigh Serves as a reminder That it doesn’t always get better But my pineapple summer My rainy city My caramel October They salt my windowsill They dry my tears They mend my withered wings My aunt always told me “Sometimes family isn’t always in blood” And by the fourth line I had carved on my wrist I knew it would render me sleepless Always having me feeling done with the rebellion within me The constant churning of my soul The restless nights Fighting against myself Moving backwards And this dance isn’t rehearsed But the schools new theatre gives me a stage to play on And I don’t know what my next play will be But I know it has to be better than the intermission ~QHJH

kaleidoscopes Why do we take so much for granted when it's within our grasp if we would be heart broken if it ever slid from our clenched fist? Before me, I hold letters my father wrote me from prison. They don't comfort me; he's the one that needs reassurance. I glare at the charcoal-spotted moon that hovers me through the window. Routines get so dull. You're late to school every Thursday. You lighten your coffee with the same hazelnut creamer morning after morning. Why do I feel so empty when I'm with you? You used to be the only one who could fill me. Sniff a flower when you're lonesome and think of the scent my hair gives off when I look into your eyes and laugh lines appear on my face. My phone vibrates in my pocket like a trapped lady bug but I know your name won't be the one lighting up the screen. I carry on humming an Amy Winehouse song and ponder upon the meaning of the black cat I saw while walking to school at sunrise. Tragic thoughts, magic thoughts. Don't think about it too much. -(I'm thinking of entering this in a poetry contest so please tell me what you think. Any input would be highly appreciated!)

Great exercise. I didn't see the captions. Also in the exercise, we didn't use all the entries. For example, we didn't use entry 1 (the items we see everyday), entry 3 (the dream item), and entry 3 (the transitional objects). Do we combine these with something else?

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

Thanks! Did you press the captions button on the video? They should come up. Whenever I do poetry exercises, there will be items that I don't tell you to put in the actual poem. This is because I want to ask certain questions to get you thinking about your answer, but it is not necessary that you include that answer in the poem itself. It is more to get your mind in that zone, recalling a memory or an emotion. This exercise is just for the skeleton of a poem, though. It is always my suggestion that you take the poem we create with this and revise it, either taking things out if they don't fit, or adding things in if you think it's necessary. One reason we have extra entries that I don't tell you to use, is in case, at the end you find a place where they would go. These exercises are just for fun and to help you get thinking if you feel a little stuck, or like you have writer's block. Check out my other poetry exercises if you haven't already :)

Hello Miss Kat. I'm not actually a poet. I'm more of a songwriter. So far I have only written 3 poems. Here is my latest one. The satellite transmits signals to the constellations of black stars in the universe. All the stars sparkle in a blink of an eye. That satellite is no ordinary where it gives hope to the hopeless. That satellite can cause a great impact in our daily lives.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

jeremyunderground41 awesome! thanks so much for sharing this :)

Mums the Word Who will I fall in love with? And is it possible to go where no one's gone before? A magenta sky over the meadow with me sitting there in the middle looking at my clan all tie dye clad I'm afraid of vulnerability. Why don't I shed like a snake? My hand holder told me to jump in a puddle with my favorite boots on. Blood like scarlet sauce that I cover up with sass - how does that sound? Turn off the light. Did you find yourself alright? I shifted my questions around and put the slants on separate lines. It's weird but I like it! Thanks for a fun exercise!

Here's my poem, it's not very good, but oh well. :) High Tide Converse Why did you leave? Did you throw me away because you ran out of reasons? I see you, but you are not there You are an apparition A ghost pretending to be alive Is it real? Your love for me? Or is it just an act, like everything else? I'm turning away I'm going to keep these pent up feelings at bay You are turning my whole, wide world black with unanswered questions So, I'll just lace these converse to my feet And walk the other way Ill catch the high tide And simply float away

Hi Cat! I have written a poem before with the word dude. I think my poem was entitled You're A Cool Dude. I don't know what I did with it though. lol If I still had it I would let u read it.

I like this Exercise because it helps you to see what you think. Because you don't have much time to think about things you just take what come's into your mind. :) I don't really write but I'm really fascinated of how many great poems I've read in the comments so I wanted to try it too :) Don't judge too hard because I'm not a native english speaker :) 'Beehive' How do other people see me? Why do they see me like that? And why do I hate what I see? I almost miss the way I was different. the thing everyone was laughing at when I was young. Society made my character fade. The colourless crows come closer to me, reaching for me! I can hear the many voices in my head like humming bees. "Don't be different don't be weird!" We're not really looking for love anymore. We just want to feel loved. I am cold and I feel lost. In my heart reigns the frost. I can never love again. Love is nothing for someone like me true love is harder to find than a diamond to break..

Please make more exercises...thanks!

Why was I bullied, people say everything happens for a reason. Why do bad things happen, like my uncle dying. Why is everything so complicated, Its all the same. Are we beautiful beings or can we even begin to say. What we feel inside, are our heart perfectly pink Or is it dark and cold from all the lovely lies were told? I weakly hold on to the thing I care about most. My family and my thoughts… I want to see happiness In a field of flowers, I really enjoyed today. Believe in yourself, that’s all I have to say! This is mine!

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

Beautiful! I love that each line is long but still minimal in a great way! Thanks so much for sharing :)

(Thank you for the video. So fun!)

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for watching :) I have 3 more poetry exercise videos on my channel, if you're interested. And I will be posting another in a couple weeks.

mine is quite boring and stuff. but this is the first i have ever written so eh. stars will i ever try? was i even made to ? ivory bill bells prod me in my sleep demanding me to be some one i am not i try to step up longing for the stars will i reach out or just say good bye uh i want to delete it so bad. but i guess i should give a try

Hi. I'm Norwegian, and so I wrote in my mother tongue. I found it really hard to combinate number 4 and 7, though - they were good thoughts both of them, but they just didn't mix, cause I almost never used to be angry as a child, mostly sad - and I found it difficult to write something. Later when I was rearranging thoughts into a poem like you told us to, I was wondering if I could edit number 4 to make it fit? O would that be wrong?

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Hi! I'm glad you're trying the poetry writing exercise! You can change and edit anything you want! The only point of the exercise is to get you thinking and to get you started. After that, you can do whatever you want to your answers or to the final poem. The exercise just gives you a direction to go in. Feel free to change anything about your poem!

Firts ever poem, Thanks Cat ! Polyphia -Why there are things we can't understand and things we understand? And if we understand, how can we be sure that we really understand? You Sound like a pro thats what my friend said but theres more to it so don't quit. Take it out and dine it in. You think Legs wide apart are best things in life? well check this out I was belittled while waiting inside the box because of the way I think. Plastic cup, cellphone are the only one I know. So barbell it out And the green Low wall well eventually gone. Grab the stick play whats inside the music sheet. Clock's ticking so don't waste it.

this inspired me to get back into writing thank you so much for this omg my poem; its terrible but ah here it is: THE HYSTERICS how is our earth neutral when we always fight it out why can't i forgive you we said our planets were aligned but when we clashed and it was GLORIOUS why are our fights a forever game never lost or won, just battled out through time eternal im not allowed to give it up; I want to succumb so terribly sad orange sand scattered dusted on my all over everywhere? is that what happens when we clash; debris soaked in my being and i can't wash you off why do I want to hurt you (why do you hurt me) why are you mad at me I don't WANT TO face you

i couldn't find a good topic to base mine off of. so its based on love, and rainy nights. here it is: smell the roses i look in the mirror, and i only see my insecurities. but love; theres so much more.. hidden behind books, listening to the sound of your heartbeat. my sweater smells like rain, and the crisp air fills my lungs. shadows take over the city, as we sit on these abandon swings counting the stars. why do they only shine at night? its soothing, next to you. soft hums release out of your month, like my favourite song. the silence is no longer awkward, and a small breeze gives me shivers. the silence is broken, and you whisper, "i love you." i stare at my reflection, and i can see past my insecurities. k.s.

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

love this! the details really bring it to life, and they're very sensual :)

@kyliesutton6254

9 жыл бұрын

thank you! you're an amazing poet by the way. ❤️

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Kylie Sutton Thank you so much! It means a lot when people like my work!

@DanyaHethail

9 жыл бұрын

This is so good!!

This was a great exercise thank you, i'm new to this but really enjoying it, a quick first draft but here it is: Hawksong Do you ever think about me? You physically stopped me with the automatic 'i love you' A secret meeting in a secluded location Grey day, the smell of sage She wants me to go back less teary.

@rogerbounchareune6449

7 жыл бұрын

The hawksong!

I loved this idea, I'm starting on writing and I really love poetry, so I think I would give this a try... The problem is, ever since I learned english, everytime I think I tend to do it in english. I started doing that to learn faster, but now I do it everytime, and that annoys me a little bit, so I would really like to write in my native language (portuguese), I wonder if I can still do this exercise in my native language, do you think thats possible? I know you probably don't know portuguese, but since you have done the exercise and thought about it, you probably would know if the language in which it is done is fundamental. Btw, your poem was really wonderful, thank you for that, I loved it!

@CatBeyondTV

9 жыл бұрын

Wagner Goulart you can write a poem in any language, and it's probably going to turn out best if you write in your native language. give it a try both ways and see how it turns out. i have many other poetry exercises for you to try, and shorter ones, too in case you want to practice some short, simple poems in english :)

@zimpelskinsk

9 жыл бұрын

*****​ thank you a lot! I think i'll give it a try, I started this exercise but didn' have time to finish it, maybe shorter exercises would be a lot better, thanks a lot for your so considerate response! :)

Okay here's my short story, not so much of a poem. In a way you can say it's both a poem mixed with a short story combo! :D Chris point of view (male protagonist) Today is like any other day, just like every other weekend as well. Get up go to work at the office, after work have some free time and occasionally read up some good novels from great authors, such as Charles dickens, Stephen king, and George Orwell. I love story lines, a society full of utopia, and old classics to summon up today's world we live in. In essence I make a comparison with a careful microscope lens. Take for instance, that girl who's walking her poodle around the corner of the street? Might seem normal as usual, but I see a woman who's desperate for love but finding it in wrong places at wrong times. I'd rather not go into details. In most cases welcome to the club , I'm the same way. Or a mother and father, getting agitated at their children while both a small little boy and girl yelling and screaming for some ice cream as I walk past a Dairy shop. Hey I feel their struggle I was once a child myself! What really caught my eye though was a little coffee shop that just had me glued throughout the day. Well not so much of a coffee shop but I like the name of the restaurant “ Readers delight”. Motto: Sit back grab some brew and read to you're heart content! In other words, a place to read literature , drink some hot beverages, and order side meal, my kind of place. Miriam point of view (female protagonist) Picture this , a thousand words , can all be summon up through the lens of an illustrative imagery of places and location. I admire this objective; that's why I kept a journal for myself. Might sound childish for my age group, but who are they to judge someone who's free spirited? Also I like photography not yet a professional, but more as a hobby and a place of habit. I would go to places, such as the picnics, admiring the family get together, and just take photos of a a moment that seem real and delightful. Such emotion that captures the joy, the sadness, laughs, silliness, and above all else the side of a beautiful world. Today I grabbed out my pen to write in full details about the daily life I'm exposed to. Dear journal have you notice: that when you looked up the skies, it's always bright? Yes sounds obvious but every color of the skies has different meaning every single day. Judging from dawn till dusk, you have everyday season, from the winter, spring, and summertime. Each seasons changes, and each person dresses and schedule their daily task. One person hurries to certain spot to meet his daily ritual, another woman delighted to go on her routine window shopping. Journal there's so much to write and so much to add as a photo album of day by day spiritual presence arises! However, there's this particular shop I'm keen too. Took a picture of the shop not once but twice, and admire the name of the shop. Readers delight! Above all else there's this gentleman sitting inside right near the window , I couldn't just miss. One picture of him makes me more curious, what was he thinking and why was he here? I have to know, it's time to enter the shop to find out. Authors point of view: (that's me) So as Chris was sitting down at the shop, he notice a women sitting right beside him. She seem like a gentle soul. He smiles back and likewise she did too. Chris all of sudden feels nervous, and awkward frozen like a stiff snowman. He had to think quickly so he grabs a novel to read quite a bit. Miriam in her own state of mind, was handed a menu by the waiter. She would always ask herself should she conjure up a conversation, or is it the gentlemen job to greet first? They both glance at each other at the same time , both meeting eye to eye. What was their response? Hi! Anyways that's all I have for the short story so far. I'm thinking about making each episode of the short stories bit by bit. Helps me think instead of creating a long story.

Didn't make it through the whole video. Interesting exercise. I actually thinking using shades of colors is not as powerful as the base color. Consider "The Red Wheelbarrow". It sounds like a neat exercise, though. You should link to some of your own poetry - have you been published? Chris

awww she's so cute. ^^ Great advice as well!

I've never written a poem before and I think I cheated a little by filling it out quite a bit, but here I go... E.S.P. Am I on the right track? Or am I meant to be the cutout of your jack-o-lantern? A piece to your puzzle? The menial tasks Killing me on the inside. Unacceptance. Like the feeling of death on a crevice. I look out the window. The shining shallows like a Tiffany blue. Each time I look I hear a whisper "I love you." Like a fleeting memory Kept away in a locket Somewhere lost In some old pocket. Now the only words heard Are openly spoken. "I don't understand you." I'm not sure if that made any sense whatsoever, but it's just a rough draft. :P

@CatBeyondTV

10 жыл бұрын

That's totally allowed! Not cheating at all. It is encouraged for you to take this exercise as a mere skeleton or outline of a poem and change it as much as you want. The idea is just to get some thoughts flowing and connections being made. I loved this poem, and in a strange way, it was EXACTLY what I needed to read right now. I identify with it in so many ways, and some of your thoughts are so similar to those in my head today. Honestly, I really enjoyed it. Change it up if you want, but I think it is wonderful how it is. SOmetimes, with poems, I have to just move on from them because we can always find something to change about one poem for the rest of our lives. Haha. Thanks so much for watching and for sharing your poem! I really love reading what everyone comes up with.

Wow, this is awesome! Thank you so much for sharing this. I've always tested highly in reading and writing, and have been wanting to find something to inspire me to use my gift. It's funny how the things you are most talented at can be completely uninteresting... Until recently! :)Thanks for sparking my creativity! :)

@CatBeyondTV

8 жыл бұрын

+Chelsea Hodgdon so happy to hear that! thanks so much for watching :D

@sutlive22

7 жыл бұрын

Dear Chelsea H., Writing can be the hardest thing to do sometimes even if it is your most favorite thing to do. Keep it up. Regards, Samuel Sutlive.

Thanks for sharing, I never realized I could have fun with something like this.I don't know about this. I might be way off here, but here is my poem (At least I hope that is what I would call this)Organized Chaos What created this world? What created me? What created you? Spending Valentines day without you felt like getting slammed to the concrete. the days are grey and this is my sad song of infidelity What are you doing?Joshua

Were 1, 3 and 10 purposely left out of the exercise poem to only be used as questions to get the mind flowing?

Lovely video! 7 years late to the party, but here I go: Thanks To My Therapist Why do they do that With their mad minds. I grip your necklace tighter. Will this be enough? Only ever being me With poor explanations tripping traps and singing sad songs. Auburn strands slip through As I sit on the edge. Glad you made it.

First poem ever, anyone? 4 plus 3 What really matters and will it matter in the end? Monotony isn’t always endless. Standing with no purpose, boredom. Permanence will sometimes digress. I’m cool with being worshipped. Repetitiveness never leaves. Then forever-ness goes away. The non-native is naïve.

@CatBeyondTV

7 жыл бұрын

oooh i liked this! very different and subtle, which made me think more.

thanks! I really liked yours - maybe you'll make it a song?

Is there something wrong with me? Because I have no idea what's going on! I don't understand poems! I really do want to write one, but my end result is utter nonsense 😔. Is that the point?

I'm in the seventh grade and our english teacher made us write a poem for her to pick who would be the contestant in the Poetry Writing Contest in our school. The theme given was love. So here it goes: Theme: Love Title: My realization(I couldn't think of anything and my bestfriend picked my title.) Love, oh love, where are you? Love, oh love, what are you? Are you in my heart, are you in my brain? Or are you just nonsense that makes me go insane? Can't you see you are so unpredictable? And yet you are wanted and needed by all. I fell for someone once and as you can tell, It ended in bitterness. It didn't go well. But then I realized it wasn't love at all. It was infatuation. That's what it's called. Love wasn't supposed to be like this. Love shouldn't hurt. Love isn't selfish. Love makes things work. I know it's redundant and not that good(Well I really think that it's reallyyyy bad). But I'm open of course to criticism :-)

Anyone know what we're supposed to do with 1,3, and 10?!

it's my first poem..heh i dont even know if i can call it a poem but i hope you like it faithfull final How death feels like? People always say live life like its your last but what if someone not letting you to do what you want to or you are to shy to do crazy tihings that make your heart beat faster do what ever you want what makes you happy go out of the house and have fun but what if the dark blue day makes you want to stay home all day ? can you help it ? of corce you can !! do somethng crazy and fun just be youeself so do you want to go out somewhere and have fun ?

I wrote this poem today. It's called 'Perspective'. Would love to hear your opinion. I ran for thousands of miles, until my bones started to throb, on this road I came across big piles of ashes, it made me sob. For life is but a burden, it crushes with a thud, but my thundering heart, provides my lifeless body with blood. I stood weary and tiresome, at the side of a racing river, I jumped in to end it all, but the cold, it made me shiver. It shook and woke my soul, it burned and made me alive, there I lost the baggage I carried, let it go, so that I can thrive. I cry about the pain that I so intensely feel, but what this feeling actually means is my body starts to heal.

what are examples of forbidden thaughts pertaning to love?