Everything you need to write a poem (and how it can save a life) | Daniel Tysdal | TEDxUTSC

A moment to remember...

Do I really have to remember,
How bad it hurts in the chamber,
Of the heart, that has never,
Lost or had anyone to remember,
Guess poetry hit this harder,
Reminding me of the loner I am....

True story by the way 🎉

sometimes i liked you
sometimes i didnt

i feel it now and again
what it felt like back then

I stepped aside
to give life a chance
but at the end
I was left in a trance
should I cry louder
to break this unknown fence?
all I need is a presence...
where I can relay
to escape from life's vengeance...

First poem of mine
:)

Poetry, a tapestry woven with words, it transcends both time and space, as it demands an emotional response, but how difficult it is, to make a dance of words.

This is extraordinary.

I don't hear the piano anymore,
Or the guitar strings outside the bathroom 
when I was too nervous to sing before going on stage
I don't see the confidant
The brother I wasn't related to

I only remember agony
Those four months after what you did
The unwanted handprints on my chest 
from when I was asleep
The lip marks I tried to wash off in the shower
And the body that no longer felt like mine
And the friends I could no longer speak to

Now your name draws a sharp pain, before a blank
A poetry teacher asks me to remember someone I lost
I look inside, only to find a hollow cavern
The poetry teacher asks again, to think of things that remind us of that person
And all that I can bring myself to say is

I don't hear the piano anymore

that blaire one caught me off guard...

This is so inspirational! Here is my poem, after his prompts<3:

Years went by yet your beauty never fades,
remembering the times on every cold winter day.
Your smile,
Bright and light,
Like a fire which can withstand even the coldest night.
Your laugh,
like a chimes of bells,
That rings in an angelic tone.
Your eyes,
Warm and smart,
Like a book that tells tales unknown.
Than on one September day,
Your eyes,
cold and distant,
As if we are an ocean away.
I tried to reach you,
Yet the ocean raged,
Threatening to drag me down below.
But You,
my dearest friend,
I hope you know that you are the light of my world. So keep shining my dear.

This idea randomly hits in my mind and boom it turns out as poetry ...👀

The earth was on high
That it is pure
then Venus advised it
to dig itself ...

The earth tried to do so
But with the tools
Which it got from
And horribly ....

The earth had prepared that
tools from itself
Who's gonna dig
It realized ...

The earth now is in
trauma for death
seeking what it
Already was, why?


I hope u get it easily let me help u if u evr want me to work for u ... thnking in anticipation ❤

I’ve been doing good, not with the same energy
Lucky, would you play dead tricks again with me?
Shoot you down, yet still alive.
Buddy, could you stay with me just for a little while?

Invisible you, how great!
Would you still shake my hands, mate?
Now I’m the one pretending you’re dead
by the last shot, not from me I bet!

I love you
into the blue
Across the rainbow bridge
You would still watch over me faithfully,
I wish!
- to my forever lover, Lucky.

This is what I wrote as he spoke and guided:

Cold winters return, took my breath away
Where that laughter once held me anchored
Despite knowing the truth I fought to stay
Just so I know you loved my scent everyday
Now everytime I taste your favourite ice-cream
Bittersweet tears roll down my face
Your touched me like my favourite blanket on a rainy night
I miss your shiny honey eyes, vibrant and bright
Like the star of hope I hold in my heart
I wish you return to me like a comet you are

your laugh like spring blissing with the autumn
captivating my soul as a time-worn whisper being told

I heard these lyrics from a bollywood movie that sums up how to write poetry "she gives me words,to fill blank paper, gradually i became a poet"

আমি আবার ও বলছি তোমার দুঃখ কষ্ট গুলো একটি কাগজে লিখে দাও। আমি এই আগুনে পুড়িয়ে দেব।

I've been writing since 5th grade

my attempt at a poem:

Our time was Autumn
Warm
As leaves fell
Transitioning from a vivid orange and yellow
To a dull grey and brown
It grew cold

A draft of a rather spontaneous poem I wrote. I am open to critiques and suggestions, especially for title ideas, if anyone cares to offer any.

I remember learning in a middle school science class
That though they have protons, electrons, and neutrons
Positives, negatives, and neutrals
Atoms are mostly empty space
It made sense to me then
The gaping
Why my lungs felt vacant
Why my eyes caught on nothing
Why my desolate heart beat a hollow drum
Why silence followed me like a hound
Sinking its jaws around each word in my mouth
Devouring laughter feasting
On the curves of my lips
My palms that could never curl closed
Though fingers fit so well in a fist
Always exposed, never filled
Thousands of voids in every cell
No wonder, I thought

Night falls early in winter
Like a blanket of snow
The stillness coated those gingerbread neighborhoods
I should have been snug in bed
In pajamas cozy, soft
I crept out onto the deck
So blue so dark so blank the sky
But for specks of constellations bright
Distant stars joined in story
My lips circled my silence
Drawing the cold round, crisp
I found it there

The line in the emptiness

The net to catch
To hold for a moment
The open space
Between
Atoms
Between
Air
The constellations we are

When did the world’s colors start to fade?
Why did birds lose faith in open skies’ shade?
When did the ocean’s lively waves cease to play?
When did the monster steal the light of day?
When did we feel the shadow of this fearsome thief?
When did things begin to change


First try

I wrote my first poem at 15 years old due to watching this. I've been writing since

Very interesting! I've been writing poetry for over 20 years now, I'm at home when I speak on love. That is when my true feelings manifest. I'm now trying to grow my poetry page on Twitter and Instagram. Peace and love to all!

rate and give criticism :
The regret of declining your last call,
hurts much more than burying your pale galaxy hull,
deep into the earth whose fragrance you cherished,
your vanilla smell , once existed, has now perished

How and where to publish poetry , come one help me please

I’m 14 and have always liked to write, and since ppl are putting poems they wrote I thought I’d drop this here :D

I wish people could see me how I see me.
Outside I’m loud, quiet sometimes, unremarkable.
But I find, if pulled back,
I am much greater than my persona.
I am forced behind a great wall, hidden from view.
Those who poke or prod climb it.
Peel back the bricks of seeming content and coolness.
And you’ll see the pain, my kingdom, my Atlantis of beauty.
My tears carving ponds and oceans with each drop.
My laughter causing flowers to fill meadows.
A palace built by one’s concern and pure emotion, it shall never fall.
For this place is raw, purposeful and sweet.
Every color a brushstroke, every bud a new interest.
Those outside don’t realize how much they mock.
For this land is beautiful, ever changing and moving.
Its impurities sculpted into statues molded gracefully.
Pillars, an acropolis of thought.
Simplicity cherished, love nourished.
If people visited this home of mine, they’d see just how precious it is.
Ever changing and moving.

Alright Jay Electronica

"In the Depths of Tranquil Repose"

In the realm of existence, I dwell,
Yet uncertain if life's essence I truly inhale.
A throbbing heart persists within my chest,
But a relentless dagger impales without rest.

I believed it to be a mere illusion, a dream,
Yet each awakening mirrors the previous theme.
Endlessly, I ponder and question, "Why? Why? Why?"
But silence echoes back, no reply from the sky.

Hope, once vibrant, now wanes in fading light,
As clouds gather, tears of despair taking flight.
Relentless downpours, day by day, they persist,
Until they engulf me, drowning in their mist.

Consciousness slips away, lost in waters deep,
And there, in tranquil repose, my reflection lies asleep.

Ps: this is my first time writing a poem. 😅

Calls deadened by the distance.
Sequestered by the bustling busy bodies.
Waterfalls of audio burst into a steady stream of tranquillity.
Calm, yet turbulent.

Just wrote a poetry after getting motivated this was my first attempt though I read a lot of em :

My vision slightly distorted, I stumbled upon a giant rock,
A chance encounter, fate's surprise, our worlds began to unlock.
In your presence, a world anew, colors vivid, hearts would race,
A fleeting glance, a soft smile, my heart found its special place.

Blinded by love's radiant light, I danced on air, so free,
In the embrace of your laughter, I thought we were meant to be.
But love's path is unpredictable, a journey with no guide,
As swiftly as it blossomed, it faded, leaving me far and wide.

Now I'm lost in the shadows, my heart weighed down with sorrow,
Regretting the day our paths converged, and I wished for no tomorrow.
For love can be a fickle friend, a dream that turns to dust,
Leaving behind a trail of tears, and in its wake, mistrust.

But let me learn from this lesson, as my heart begins to heal,
To find the strength within myself, to mend what time can seal.
Though love may come with heartbreak, it also brings us grace,
For in the depths of our despair, we find a wiser place.

I wrote to you, my feelings
I put my heart and mind into those texts
Only for you to ward off such depths
Even in my dreams I stared at ceilings

I wanted you to know me,
the depths of your mind and body below me
I realized you couldn't offer me that
when right there next to me you sat

That same night I extinguished our spark 
when I turned off brightness

And the ceiling went dark

In the dark
sky the only
thing which
shines is
Moon,
forget about
stars,
the sun is
crying alone
in another
Room

To anyone who is reading this would you please rate and judge my poetry ...
THE PURSUIT INCENTIVE
✨As the big ships stay afloat through howling gales
✨As such be serene in dire straits
✨For one day the ship shall reach its shore
✨And forget about all that it had bore

How I yearn for your touch dear
A shame that death made us part
But still you live on with me in joy and fear
In my grief and in my heart

"To flee from anxiety, poetry
Poetry now, harbinger of anxiety
All these meters, ornate devices
Have drilled through me, ornate crevices "
Will write a whole poem about this later😔

The whole speech was poetic

Just here to learn how to write some dope rap lyrics

this is kind of all over the place and not great but it might help to know i suffer from maladaptive daydreaming disorder, i tink it might be really cringey

The emptiness of the ledge where we last stood.
Your touch that felt lifting and cool on heavy days.
The lingering silence, that echoed loving praise.
Your face is like what this world never missed just that you once lived brings me so much bliss. You were noting special, but something never done, a beauty in your simplicity always overrun, by poems of angels full of grace, I dont know how it could compete with your face. But you are more than that, a person all your own, living a life by many never known. I hope that you stay, never leave my head, similar to how because I love you ill never leave this bed.

That night when nothing was alright
You were dying ,
i couldn't think of a sight where i could have smiled
Your memories flood back as i go by to that night
Your teary eyes
And you struggling to be alive
Your presence was like home which I never really got
Your arms hugging me so tight
I can never hold back my smile
The day you fled away,
a part of me died,
I don't think I'll ever get it right without you, your smile,
your warm hugs,
which always brought me back to life

Guess I was the selfish one
Too weak, too meek, too young
I let them get to me
Their messages threw me
No one heard your side

Now it hits me late at night
Flashbacks like a blinding light
And into the morning
A crippling mourning

When will the emptiness subside…

Hermosas preguntas planteadas. Al aplicarlas encontré algunas respuestas y eso fue poético. Genial ejercicio. Lamento en verdad lo de tu amigo. Un saludo fraterno.

Tomorrow is my poetry competition, we got the update just today. Also, poetry is never been taught to us, I was so damn nervous, I was just sliding through some videos, while I saw this. I can say that I clicked this vid expecting something, and it led me to something. It was like a personal therapy session. Hats off man , hats off

The voice of my love,
Is fading with time,
Oh, fair, youthful dove,
I wish you were still mine.

The days moving slowly,
Beyond my control,
Oh, dark thoughts console me,
More than you could know.

She is now a faceless figure that forever haunts my mind,
My heart is rotten, and my soul, forgotten,
True beauty seems so hard to find.

I wrote this.

Restoring Innocence

The child wonder like face of someone so dear, is something soothing yet painful to hear.

A game of catch and chase with a string then my heart. Feel better? After all, it’s fall.

Though now I’ve healed, fall is gone. The silence is unbearable to feel.

I wrote this.

Restoring Innocence

The child wonder like face of someone so dear, is something soothing yet painful to hear.

A game of catch and chase with a string then my heart. Feel better? After all, it’s fall.

Though now I’ve healed, fall is gone. The silence is unbearable to feel.

I once climbed up a mountain, as lonely as i felt here, I wanted to join the rest of His creation. I envied their freedom, Their world without inspiration, spreading like an infestation. Their world without God the only one who could save them.

Here's a haiku on the topic of Hate, incorporating phrases from Warframe and German/pagan metaphors, and written in Kanji:

暴力の嵐
憎しみは傷つける
魂の暗黒

(Bōryoku no arashi
Nikushimi wa kizutsukeru
Tamashī no ankoku)

Translation: Storm of violence
Hate inflicts wounds
Darkness of the soul

Metaphorically, the "storm of violence" refers to the destructive force of hate, which can be felt like a raging tempest. The phrase "hate inflicts wounds" refers to the harm and pain that hate can cause, both to oneself and others. And the "darkness of the soul" represents the negative and toxic emotions that can arise from hatred.

The use of German and pagan metaphors serves to add an additional layer of meaning and depth to the poem, giving it a sense of history and mysticism. The Kanji script adds an aesthetic element to the poem, emphasizing the visual aspect of the Japanese language.

Love like a hummingbird,
flitting here, then lost.
Brighter than the green grass,
and turning brown as fast.
Singing in the summertime
the child rhymes of past.
Eating juicy oranges,
while laughing to the last.

If I were paper I would fold to shape
If I were clay I would mold myself
But I am flesh and bone
And now a choice is given
Please others with trickery
Be who they want me to be
Live like they want me to
Love how they do
Or fall apart
Isolate yourself from angry voices
Hide away from there eyes
But I would be free then

I’m 18 and this is the first poem I’ve ever written ( translated from Italian )

THE ORDINARY

Lately I've been wondering what's going on,
because the days pass me by
and I wonder what normality means.
We feel entitled to scream, bite, insult
the people next to us

We are not afraid to speak, to say who we are,
and despair pours into the streets,
like wine on a tablecloth.
We hate hearing the truth when it's uncomfortable
and we revere hypocrisy even when it is blatant.

And love has become a page of history,
which we don't have time to open now

And time has become absent,
as too busy nursing our hate

And hate has become the messenger of our sadness,
regular guest in our homes

And the house has become a fortress,
in which there is never room for the next

And the next has become a stranger,
when even a greeting is embarrassing

And embarrassment has become a wall,
with which we defend ourselves from conversations
with strangers we hate,
loving our home
frightened by that time
that we pretend we don't have

I'm 15 and its my first so don't judge please

I remember less each day
Your laugh, Your smile, Your gentle way.
I envy the birds with their chirps and chuckles, Oh how I used to be free, but the thoughts shoved me deeper inside,
and although I shout, they will not let me out
the casket doors closing down,
Oh, how I drown the happiness out
I'm a summer with a slumber sun
My bright smile went like the moon without light
Meanwhile, darkness guarded the coffin I lay in
While I discarded the spark
Blue oceanless eyes which the skies will never see
Oh, joy, why did you leave me?
Oh, how could this be?
I tried to do what I could and wear a smile,
But then, once more, You start to fade.
I try and try
To only find That you're not here
And I remain.

i came here to work on my poetry yet cried in my dinner 😭