Ways to write good poetry

Nobody said writing poetry was easy. If they did, they probably were n¢t very good at it. Accept the challenge. Embrace the challenge. Set aside time at least once a week to write poetry. It is easy to get out of the habit. Poetry is therapeutic. Poetry can be a great way of dealing with anger or sadness. It is good to write your way through something, whether the poem itself is good or not.

Buy at least one book of poetry a month. Try to support new poets and do n¢t be afraid to try someone you do n¢t like at first. You CAN learn from poets you do not like. Look for ways to do something unexpected in your poetry. It is good sometimes to take a poem to some place where reader knows little of. Sometimes when you are stuck for something to write, it is because you are not doing enough things that are worth writing about. Take time to live and embrace life, otherwise you may well run out of material.

A Dark Weeping Night

The shining moon is weeping
Twinkle stars are hiding,
Cold wind is blowing,
The dark sky is crying,
Pretty birds are not singing,
Soft rose petals are falling,
I am not sleeping,
My pink cheeks are with tears,dripping
My innocent, sensitive heart is aching,
A Bad Dark Night....!
But...I laugh,
Through my warm tears...
I’m sure....one day I’ll be able to win,
I’m waiting for my LOVER....

Jeewanthika Jayani.
 

The Oasis

When English poetry,
Was in a dusty desert,
Many a neophyte,
With bubbling emotions,
Found an oasis,
In the ‘Vibes Vessel’
With fine green pasture,
Where many a young Bard,
In fealty to Apollo,
Let lose the emotional spring,
into the ‘vessel’,
Which bubbles profusely,
On balmy Sunday mornings,
In the Observer Magazine,
Eliminating,
Desertions,
Frustrations,
Failures,
Losses,
Sorrows,
Woes,
Oozing out, philosophy, rejoicings,
Along with writing hints,
Of verses,
And reached a great emotional bliss,
Which is hitherto unheard of,
May the ‘vibes vessel’ flourish,
For many more millenniums to come,
To make the Pierian Spring continuously overflow!

S.T. Pushpananda,
Matara.
 

Spring Time For You & For Me...

Even though I’m faraway from you
I feel the change of seasons in the calender of you
When the wind is in fragrance move
And roses smile with the morning dew
I know it’s the spring time for you and for me......

Spring time for you and for me,so morning sky is always bright
The golden moon is smiling whole night
And bring soft smiles of jasmine flowers white
Everything is charming and everything is sweet
Since it’s the spring time for you and for me.......

Spring time for you and for me, so world is wearing blue veil above and green below
Though it’s a autumn in the calender of you
Spring is singing sighing and whispering among us two
It is neither winter nor a summer. The sun is smiling and the sky is blue,
Cause still the spring is singing in calender of you and me...

Darshani Uthpala
Nagahawatta
 

I can’t Live Alone Anymore

I am still a lonely Soul,
I can’t live alone anymore.

After a few days,
Since I was born,
My mother left me,
Leaving me in a lonely world.

I just escaped from this dire loneliness,
As my loving father found me foster mother,
I have no memories about this story,
My relatives told this at a later date.

Did my birth bring you any social blame?
Did astrologers tell anything wrong about me?
Did you hate my father for all his misdeeds?
Oh! My dear mother do please clear my doubts.

When I was just two years old,
My father took me to his mother,
My grandma gave me care and protection,
But she departed when I was just sixteen.

My past Karma so sure,
Selected me for a University Education,
Now I’m in my late twenties,
With an English degree and a good Profession.

With all this good fortune and progress,
I still search for my mother,
To clear my doubts for leaving me,
Soon after my birth so wonderful.

I have no ill will for all this,
May be you gave a solution much Indispensable,
Hope to meet you some where in the long Samsara,
Before you really attain Noble Nirvana.

I am still a lonely soul,
I can’t live alone anymore.

B.A.D. (Peradeniya University)
 

In pain

Locked my heart inside
Chained with a huge temple padlock
Too heavy ...
For you to carry

The wind is strong
Without mercy
Uprooting everything
It found on the way.

The Scarlet Letter,
The only decor to my bosom
Bubbling with joy
Shines all day and night.

Standing still
Looking for an escape.
Stoned by the wind
In pain...

Jithma Weerasinghe
 

Oshani

O ver the years I wonder
S o pretty those eyes, still remember
H ow can I forget you, my mystery, I just wish you were here
A re those days’ memories of history and now I miss you everywhere
N ow I see you only in my dreams, I wonder why you are speechless
I think of you over and over again, and now I’m so worldless

Rajitha