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Amaranthine
Cascading waves of blues and white descend
To crash upon each other, tumbling down
Into the churn to flow about the bend
In endless movement, passing every town.
As swirls are lost and spring again to life
The river goes and goes without a change.
Despite what wants to split it, like a knife,
Nothing is lost; nothing is gained. How strange.
An end may seem to come, but that's a lie.
It joins a greater pool, to come back high.
Cascading waves of blues and white descend
To crash upon each other, tumbling down
Into the churn to flow about the bend
In endless movement, passing every town.
As swirls are lost and spring again to life
The river goes and goes without a change.
Despite what wants to split it, like a knife,
Nothing is lost; nothing is gained. How strange.
An end may seem to come, but that's a lie.
It joins a greater pool, to come back high.
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I hate writing poetry. I like reading and experiencing poetry, but writing it... I've always thought of as extremely difficult for me and everything I've ever done regarding has been fairly bad. This year at my university I'm taking a creative writing class that is both poetry and fiction based. (It was either that or poetry and non-fiction, yeah...) First half of the semester is all about poetry. I thought it would be awful and it has been.
However, every time I hand in a poem, my professor praises me more than he tears me apart. One time he even said that he couldn't understand why I hate writing poetry and that he wished he could write poetry like me. @_@ I may upload the final draft of that particular poem, but for now I leave you with this:
The assignment was to write a ten line poem in iambic pentameter in an abab cdcd ee format. All I really did was come up with a first line and go from there. Took me about three hours in a straight shot. I thought it was awful, but apparently it's "wonderful"? You decide for yourself I guess...
However, every time I hand in a poem, my professor praises me more than he tears me apart. One time he even said that he couldn't understand why I hate writing poetry and that he wished he could write poetry like me. @_@ I may upload the final draft of that particular poem, but for now I leave you with this:
The assignment was to write a ten line poem in iambic pentameter in an abab cdcd ee format. All I really did was come up with a first line and go from there. Took me about three hours in a straight shot. I thought it was awful, but apparently it's "wonderful"? You decide for yourself I guess...
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aaah i hate it when teachers don't criticise you like you want them to, my english teacher was terrible at it 
although that's a bit hypocritical of me since i'm awful at critiquing poetry and prose myself... still, i like this, the language is very colourful and pretty
the last two lines feel a bit off to me, i don't know why... i'm rubbish at clever language but you could try writing a sort of 'stillness'? to reflect how the water has come to rest in a still pool? idk -headdesk-
but yeah it's nice to see you writing again
although that's a bit hypocritical of me since i'm awful at critiquing poetry and prose myself... still, i like this, the language is very colourful and pretty
the last two lines feel a bit off to me, i don't know why... i'm rubbish at clever language but you could try writing a sort of 'stillness'? to reflect how the water has come to rest in a still pool? idk -headdesk-
but yeah it's nice to see you writing again