Sherman Alexie once said that "Poetry = Anger x Imagination."
To me, this means that you have to have an emotional reaction to something to create, or even understand, poetry. Whether it's anger, love, depression, despondence, or confidence doesn't matter. To be able to create poetry, you NEED to have a strong emotional reaction. If the writer has that strong reaction, the reader will have a strong emotional connection. (The reader may not have the same reaction that the writer had, but that's part of the beauty of poetry: it's open to personal interpretation. "It's not about what it is, it's about what it can become." ~Dr. Seuss, The Lorax)
Two of my favorite poets are Edgar Allen Poe and Dr. Seuss. (Yes, I know this is an odd combination, but they always make me feel something.)
My friends and UB kids make fun of me because I can quote the first four pages of "Horton Hatches the Egg," complete with character voices; I enjoy it that much. Maybe you just see his writings as children's books, but they can be so much more than that.
In sixth grade we had to read poems. I had read a few of Edgar Allen Poe's work, but that was the first time that I'd ever heard "Annabel Lee." I instantly fell in love. This heart-breaking story of young lovers being torn apart by tragic death tears me apart. I made up a simple melody to fit the words of this poem, and I sing it anytime I'm feeling down.
It was many
and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea.
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
of the name of ANNABEL LEE.
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
than to love and be loved by me
In a kingdom by the sea.
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
of the name of ANNABEL LEE.
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
than to love and be loved by me
I was a child and she was a child
in this kingdom by the sea.
But we loved with a love that was more than a love,
I and my ANNABEL LEE.
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
coveted her and me.
in this kingdom by the sea.
But we loved with a love that was more than a love,
I and my ANNABEL LEE.
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
coveted her and me.
And this was
the reason that, long ago,
in the kingdom by the sea,
a wind blew out of cloud chilling
my beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
So that her highborn kinsman came
and bore her away from me
to shut her up in a sepulcher
in this kingdom by the sea.
in the kingdom by the sea,
a wind blew out of cloud chilling
my beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
So that her highborn kinsman came
and bore her away from me
to shut her up in a sepulcher
in this kingdom by the sea.
The angels
not half so happy in heaven,
went envying her and me.
went envying her and me.
Yes, that was the reason, as all men know,
in this kingdom by the sea,
that the wind came out of the cloud by night,
chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
in this kingdom by the sea,
that the wind came out of the cloud by night,
chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
of those who were older than we.
Of many far wiser than we.
And neither the angels in heaven above,
nor the demons down under the sea,
can ever dissever my soul from the soul
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon
never beams without bringing me dreams
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
And so, all the night-tide,
I lie down by the side,
of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride.
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
in her tomb by the sounding sea.
You don't have to like every bit of poetry that you read. You don't have to like any of it. But I think you should at least experience it. Really let yourself experience it and see if it stirs any emotions inside of you. Read simple poetry. Read poetry that requires the use of a dictionary to understand. Listen to spoken poetry ("If I Should Have a Daughter" by Sarah Kay, or anything by Shane Koyczan (fair warning: he cusses in some of his work, so don't listen if you would be offended by this.)) Get excited, get angry. Laugh, cry. Do something.
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
And so, all the night-tide,
I lie down by the side,
of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride.
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
in her tomb by the sounding sea.
You don't have to like every bit of poetry that you read. You don't have to like any of it. But I think you should at least experience it. Really let yourself experience it and see if it stirs any emotions inside of you. Read simple poetry. Read poetry that requires the use of a dictionary to understand. Listen to spoken poetry ("If I Should Have a Daughter" by Sarah Kay, or anything by Shane Koyczan (fair warning: he cusses in some of his work, so don't listen if you would be offended by this.)) Get excited, get angry. Laugh, cry. Do something.