Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language—such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
To me personally, if you dream poetry and wake up in the morning writing poetry, you’re a poet. Do the words in the poetry have to rhyme? No, not all the time. Poetry is another form of expressive writing. Poetry has the ability to tell stories or forms songs- once known as “floetry” and no not the R&B duo. Floetry where it would just flow out as a rap or verse.
If someone gives you negative criticism, take it with a grain of salt – because each poet has a different style, and above all, we can’t please everyone.
So do you, be yourself. Don’t let others dictate what you should or should not write.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Time keeps slipping from me
Everything is harder to see
The fog is not lifting
Here I scramble with memories shifting
Do I dare ponder
Or go through life with wonder
It’s a trap for sure
And you doth be the lure
In my mind you have a theme
Yet I know all of this is a dream