Poetry isn’t very sweet

I’m not very good at creating poetry, mostly because when I think of poetry, I think of this deep, emotional spew of words that have the power to move a person. Well in this case, I’m an immovable rock. I can’t find a way to put what I think or feel into words, because sometimes I don’t even understand why I feel certain ways. Poetry doesn’t faze me like others. It can be amazing and hold so much meaning, but it just doesn’t click for me. Maybe it’s because I don’t know the person in the poem. When I read books, I get a chance to meet the character, decide if I like them or not, and if I’ll get attached to them. Usually I get extremely attached to them, but I don’t get that experience with poems. The speaker doesn’t always introduce his/herself in their work or the poem isn’t about a specific person, but an event which makes it hard to connect with.

Now there was poem that I read last year that I did enjoy. It was called ‘Dulce et Decorum Est’ by Wilfred Owen, and was about a gas attack in a trench during World War I. I didn’t know that Owen was actually a soldier and experienced such an attack until just a few minutes ago while I was looking for the name of his poem. I guess that shows how much I pay attention to such things. I couldn’t remember much of the title besides ‘dulce’ because I was (in lack of better terms) shook by the ending of the poem, but I won’t spoil it too much for anyone. I can remember part of the poem though. Like when the speaker watches as a fellow soldier is killed by the poisonous gas. The description is what made me remember that particular part of the poem, just not the full scene described. But I think that’s the only poem that made any sort of mark on me. 

Honestly, I think that everyone should read it at some point. If you aren’t interested in that sort of thing, then fine. I can’t really force anyone to read it. Just give it a try for me though? But I have to thank my English 2 teacher for having us read that poem as part of our practice for the English state test, so thank you, Mrs. Thibodeaux! 

 

Author: Morgan Crosby

The girl from D'Iberville is a really dull girl. She locks herself up in her room, content to spend her time reading and occasionally writing. She loves to read little YA romances and sometimes finds herself with books about history. The main thing motivating her writing is her overactive imagination and the strange dreams that plague her sleep. Her works also stem from what she has heard from music, conversations, or when half asleep. Crazed killers, haunted mirrors, and murderous siblings seem to be part of her stories in some way, but they always start off in her dreams. She started writing when she was in middle school, but had been telling stories since she was little.

3 thoughts on “Poetry isn’t very sweet”

  2. I have the same issue with poetry, honestly. It’s hard for me to write it, and because I’ve had so many teachers do “poetry analysis,” a lot of the emotion gets lost in the useless ways we have to analyze them.

  3. I’m not much of a poet. With my personality i just cant write deep things like you’d normally see in poetry. Then monstrosities like Soup Snat come into existence. Maybe all poetry doesnt have to be deep and dark. poetry can be whatever it is for you. also, ill be sure to check that one poem out sometime.

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