But her [the moon's] radiance grew,
and the stars themselves did envy her.
Yet she gave of herself freely,
turning envy to love.
So that they did dance,
the stars with the moon,
happily overhead,
for all to see.
I really need to get back to writing poetry... I was getting half good when I last left off (started pretty bad though).
While I have not met any muses since her (though i had one or two prior) I always found the same. My poetry comes out and is only as good as the muse for whom I write.
@mur2501 I think everyone thinks their poetry sucks, even when its good... I find as time goes on and I look back that my poetry is far more appealing than when I first wrote it.
@freemo
I have the opposite effect
@mur2501 I suspect thats the only true test for good poetry... time
@freemo
see yourself:
They began to think who they were?
They thought that they were they.
But they said that they were they.
They demanded, why can't they be they.
They quarrelled along all the way that they were they and they were they.
They won and they lost, as now they united on they.
They knew in heart that they was a rebel so they will that they is they.
This fight will go along until they decide that they are they.
@mur2501 Is english even your first language? I dont think its fair if not.
I think there is a lot of poetic potential here. It is mostly missing meter and a bit of what makes poetry poetry. But the idea for a poem is certainly there.
@freemo
Well I am Indian so no
English is not my first language.
Also I don't give fuck about grammer and sentence forming.
The poetry was written as a delusion.
@mur2501 if you dont care about meter, grammer, sentance structure, etc, then it is poetry. These are the defining qualities of poetry. Strip those ideas from a wonderful poem and what you are left with is some form of beautiful or deep philosophy maybe, but not poetry.
It would be like someone speaking the lyrics to a wonderful song in monotone fashion. It strips it of being a song even if the lyrics are beautiful in their own right.
@freemo
This brings me to the point that I hate formalities in languages and societies. It just makes all our words a big lie.
@freemo @wordsmith
My poetries look turd I rather prefer to play virtual piano when I am depressed