The Poetteer

Hello Poeetteers, I haven't been officially participating in NaPoWriMo but I'm loving today's prompt: I’d like you to try an odd little exercise that I have had good results with. Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning. Another way to go about this might be to take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order. This will probably feel a bit strange (and really, it is a bit strange), but it just may help you see the formal “opening” and “closing” strategies of your poems in a new way! Here is a poem I wrote the other day: It makes me crazy to know I think of you yet it also keeps me calm I won't deny my thoughts of you but I also won't deny my beliefs the faith I follow. Here it is flipped: The faith I follow I won't deny my beliefs but I also won't deny my thoughts of you it keeps me calm to thi...

Hello Poetteers, Under the lights under the starry night I set foot on the ground to walk place to place but never look up to see a beauty a beauty that is under appreciated. Love, Fida A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, Things are not as they appear You see a person that is seemingly happy but they may be sad inside so still smile at a smiling person You see a person seemingly sad and they may be trying to fool you but that doesn't mean you shouldn't smile whether it is for you or the other person whomever is sad. Love, Fida # A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, You keep secrets from me that won't stop me from living a happy moment I do have my secrets but I won't give hints of it. Love, Fida # A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, I resist the urge to follow every desire I do resist the forces trying to take away my freedom I have the chance to live not just survive or barely survive I can resist the moments you are trying to take away I'm not going to turn my head away This is not going to be a city street with just a memory it will have its living moments. Love, Fida # A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, I think it's time we stop and watch the children I think it's time we stop acting like children Notice the sounds of their happiness we should have that heart in us Notice the sound of their immaturity try and stay in a level that is appreciated one where you will be respected For what it is worth just look around and see what is going down. (8:50 am Apr 8, 15) Love, Fida # A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, To know leaders and speakers to be a leader myself while continuously learning knowledge is important to be the best you can be to teach and lead. Love, Fida A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, You talk about falafel like your own people made it I understand you love them I hope you continue to love them but know it didn't originate from your own it originated from another group of people whose streets are filled with vendors and fresh smells and spice whose walls hold so much history whose land tries to wave its own flag. Love, Fida For more poems like this, check out Her Olives. 

Hello Poetteers, The first woman on this earth the mother to all of us A woman from the rib of a man to be comforted by him and protected from him always close to his heart to protect him too. (written 9:54 pm Apr 1, 15) Love, Fida A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, From a prompt that Dua shared: Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! I came up with this poem: There is no ship like a book to take us away from the lands we know there is no path like the ones of poetry to make us love This is a path anyone can take without oppression or permission this is an importance that carries and bears a human soul. Love, Fida A to Z Poetry

Hello Poetteers, Dua is prayer is what supplication means in arabic It is my hands cupped to my chest or my hands cupped to my face my fingers pointing up towards the sky Or it's a wish and hope to God In my mind and heart It is a conversation with Him. Love, Fida # A to Z Poetry