Words on the author…
First of all, I’d like to welcome you all and dedicate this corner of mine to all the poetry lovers. I’m G-Zus and it has been a while since I’ve started writing poetry. I’m Portuguese by the way. I started writing poetry when I was fifteen, one year later I decided to try my hand at English poetry. Since then I’ve been writing not for money, but rather for the sake of the understanding and immortality of my soul. Life’s a lesson and we should learn it. My way of doing so is through poetry.
Feel free to comment. Compliments are nice, but criticism is crucial for one’s improvement. However, if you feel like helping me, do it so in a proper, respectful way or don’t do it at all.
Remember, poetry itself is art, being freedom its main important feature.
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The Writer’s Corner…
Well, ever heard of the Speaker’s Corner? There are many of them but surely the most famous is the one in Hyde Park, London. It’s a place where anyone can talk about pretty much anything to everyone else. It’s not completely uncontrolled but it’s a great demonstration of our rights of free speech. Most importantly, and that’s what I want to point out, it’s a place of freedom and culture.
So is my corner. I love poetry for many reasons. I don’t force myself to write, I simply feel the need to do it. I love what I write and I love to write. Since I’m now part of the “internet speaker’s corner”, i.e. blogs, I’d like to show some of my poetry and speak about poetry in general as well. It’s important to preserve this art and keep it free.
Remember to comment and feedback. Your opinion is important as long as it’s respectful. Thanks.
My art – The origin of itself
I’d like to start by writing my very first English poem. It’s about my art; the relation between the poet, the inspiration and the poem. It’s all about art. So here it is:
My art
Poetry is indeed my art.
Like so many walking with us,
Who write not from their head, but from their heart.
Finding them may not be so obvious.
They walk amongst us, many unknown,
Who love the words the inspiration spells.
Though not for greed, they keep it to their own
As they don’t seek fame, but the feeling which dwells.
Shrouded in wonder lives the inspiration,
In a whirl of feelings finding their way.
One by one, picked by order into the creation,
Carefully chosen by the meaning they say.
And through him, the poem lives on
For those who never die carry it.
From time to time, from father to son
They carry the art for the fate to meet.
And it lives on…
G-Zus
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Note from the author:
Poets walk amongst you and you don’t know them. It’s impossible to tell if someone writes poetry or not since us poets are no different than anybody else, we just share a passion. This passion is writing, we don’t try to write, we feel and we write.
We live and have our own lives, working and studying like everyone else. We just write poetry and many of us write poetry to ourselves. Sometimes we just write to get to know our own self, other times we write to describe our feelings and try to understand them. However this is bad too, because many of us have talent and don’t want to show our poetry to anyone else. Or at least, not all poems, since they mirror our feelings, it might become somewhat awkward knowing that someone has a window to your inside.
It’s true, many poets write for fame and glory, but many are just looking for their feelings. Sometimes it takes a while to find a pure feeling. It may take some time thinking about it. Sometimes a good way of finding the pure and simple feelings is to remember times when the feelings were strong. Then comes the wonder about them until the inspiration is achieved. Afterwards the poem almost writes by itself.
The words written will last forever, even after the mouth that speaks them is silenced. The words, who never die, will take the poem’s lesson. Not just by books, but from mouth to mouth as well. Most of the old stories arrived to us this way, being told from generation to generation, by people who most likely didn’t know how to write. The poem’s destiny will be told by its following times.
Hope you´ll like it.
By - G-Zus
