Poetry Tuesday - What Is (Blank)?

Hello Poetteers,

I'll let you in on a little secret. I'll be sharing a poetry style on the format of my color poems. It doesn't have to be color. It can be a place or object.

Title it what is (blank), then write (blank) is. Repeat the phrase until you've written all you can then have a powerful ending.

How does it feel in the mind? Write three lines. End the poem with three lines on what the world will be like without that thing. You may leave the "without that thing" stanza where it is, leave it out

or move it to before the stanza about its power on the mind. Choose whatever that suits your creativity. Be as creative as you want. There you have it.

For more examples, take a listen to the Colors Collection.

Share with me in the comments what you came up with.

Stay inspired,

Fida

Comments

saniya said…

This sounds like a neat idea! Also great poem.

P.S. This is strange but I posted to my blog after ages and guess what my story title was: Color.

March 15, 2016 at 12:18 PM

Anonymous said…

I like your graphics and the poems within. Cool format.

March 17, 2016 at 1:52 AM

Book Tour: Timeless by Crystal Collier

Hello Poetteers, Let's welcome Crystal Collier here today to share her brand new book! Title: TIMELESS Series: Maiden of Time, #3 Author: Crystal Collier Pages: 253 Publication: November 1, 2016 Publisher: Raybourne Publishing ISBN: 9781629830056 TIME IS THE ENEMY. In 1771, Alexia had everything: the man of her dreams, reconciliation with her father, even a child on the way. But she was never meant to stay. It broke her heart, but Alexia heeded destiny and traveled five hundred years back to stop the Soulless from becoming. In the thirteenth century, the Holy Roman Church has ordered the Knights Templar to exterminate the Passionate, her bloodline. As Alexia fights this new threat—along with an unfathomable evil and her own heart—the Soulless genesis nears. But none of her hard-won battles may matter if she dies in childbirth before completing her mission. Can Alexia escape her own cloc...

Upcoming Poetry Reads of 2021, Part 2

Hello Poetteers, I'm sharing more poetry books I discovered and am excited to read! March Coming Home to Her By Emily Juniper It is a celebration of being human. It is a coming out journey, an exploration of sexuality, femininity, loving, and being loved. How to Bloom By Tatyana White Jenkins A collection of poems about the enthralling, complex, grueling, and beautiful journey of growth. April The Gravity Inside Us By Chloe Frayne An ode to whatever it is we carry that pulls us in and out of place, and speaks so insistently of fate. The Medicine That Burns by Molly S Hillery It is a raw declaration on what a life of trauma can look like after the dust settles and the poems have happy endings. It is an unflinching narrative on how hurt is cyclical, how recovery must be redefined repeatedly, and how shame can poison us in the worst ways. I See How You've Kept Me by Aisha Adams A debut poetry book that takes you through a journey of brokenness to reach complete healing. May The...

The Tortured Poets Analysis

Personal Interpretation of The Tortured Poets Dear readers, I enjoy reading a song and analyzing the lyrics. I love being able to detect the story she's telling while also interpreting it. I develop my own personal connection. Here's a breakdown why some of the lyrics have become my favorite. no one here to blame, what about your quiet treason. the betrayal brought her depression and she’s attempting to move on but the forced energy isn’t healing. It's about struggling with a traumatic situation alone because no one noticed the changes in you. The narrator is envious of those living peaceful lives and frustrated that friends found better people to be with. I've seen this episode and still loved the show, I've read this one where you come undone, I chose this cyclone with you. Depending on the perspective you choose it's about the guilt and regret for getting in your own way or willing to stay with someone through their mental illness. The voices in his head cal...

The Poetteer

Search This Blog