Inspiring poetry - Page 2

Nice post...and thanks for the mention though I don't feel myself worth.

When the words and lyrical rhythm in poem complements the pain lying deep down in the recesses of your heart and complements the storm we all hold in ourselves you love to hum along...the poetry then seem a lull that soothes one's insides...it feels like the pain and the feelings buried deep down suddenly got the desired vent...sometimes you connect to only one stanza and you feel that was the thing you experienced long back and forgot...and even few words make you to collect all the reminiscences you have treasured roving along the journey of life.

William words worth defines poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings recollected in moments of tranquility" and how can one fail to connect to those powerful feelings. For me every poem is an experience, a moment -in a poet's life that is penned down to evoke emotive response; a lofty thought or impassioned feeling; an imaginative endeavor that a poet is able to conceive and create resonating and forming connections previously not perceived. So every word, every thought and every imagination is worth inspiring.

I have read many poets, William words worth, Shakespeare, Pablo Nerudo, Robert Frost, John Keats, Emily Dickinson, Emily Bronte, Ghalib, Iqbal. Mir, and translation of Persian poets Rumi, Omar Khayyam by Fitzgerald, Amir Khusroo and so on...

Since the post is about inspiring poetry I love the poem by the Robert Frost - The road not taken by, Emily Dickinson's -Hope, Emily Bronte's -Life, Maya Angelou's- I rise and Iqbal-is all about inspiring poetry taking a person to the lofty heights.

"I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,

And not in paths of high morality,

And not among the half-distinguished faces,

the clouded forms of long-past history" (Emily Bronte)

"Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference" (Robert Frost)

"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise....

Originally posted by: bc123456

@pansy , what beautiful words , and the poems attached , they feel so good , unfortunately am too practical a person to really read , leave alone write poetry , hence I never dare comment on it , but u are too good , u seem to have done English literature , have u ? Cause u know ur poets rather well and remember them too

Originally posted by: bc123456

Thank u pansy for those beautiful words , they touched the core of my heart , thank u dear friend