How to Write Poetry Part I
Liv Northgate is happy to bring members of our Arizona apartment community fun and informative blog post each week. This month, we thought we’d through some creativity into the mix and share a series of posts about writing poetry. That’s right, poetry. Don’t be scared, with our step-by-step tips, we will walk you through writing a series of poems the easy way. To get started, we want to start with this quote about poetry:
“Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.” ― Aberjhani*
Each week this month, we will include directions and examples for you to write poetry. Who knows, you may discover a hidden talent! Let’s get started with an easy, fill-in-the blank form tied to the five (or six) senses.
Simply fill in the blank after each statement to create a poem.
I see _______________________________________
I smell ______________________________________
I hear _______________________________________
I feel (touch) _________________________________
I taste ______________________________________
I think _____________________________________
The poem you end up with may look something like this:
I see the Eye, a giant orb, commanding the nighttime sky in reddish hue
I smell the Thames river, a distinct smell slapping my face with vigor
I hear a busking guitarist’s music drifting through the breeze, notes rippling across the pavement
I feel the painted wood as I mount a carousel steed, knees clamped, I retreat to childhood magic
I taste spicy goodness as mulled cider slips down my throat warming me through
I think random thoughts which swirl as I inhale the Houses of Parliament across the river.
Take it to another level by taking away the sense words, stripping it down to the essence of creativity. Now our poem looks like this:
The Eye, a giant orb, commanding the nighttime sky in reddish hue
Beside the Thames river, a distinct smell slapping my face with vigor
A busking guitarist’s music drifts through the breeze, notes rippling across the pavement
Mounted upon a carousel steed, knees clamped upon wood, I retreat to childhood magic
Spicy goodness envelops me as mulled cider slips down my throat warming me through
Random thoughts swirl as I inhale the House of Parliament across the river.