Prose V/s poetry
Which is your comfort zone?
Personally, I cannot understand most of the poetry I read. Also, I cannot for the life of me appreciate poetry in free verse (ones that don't rhyme) even though they're supposed to be the best form of poetry!:|
When it comes to prose, so long as its not in painfully bad English, I can drink it all in! Fiction, non fiction, serious, comic, for a cause or just for the effing heck of it!
So what are you a lover of? prose, poetry, or maybe both-just good writing.
Shreya !
I like your discontent with poetry-and share it too;especially when it is full of tedious words and too much of angst,ennui and darkness.
Yet poetry can be fun and entertaining and whether in free verse,rhymes or pentametres-Ogden Nash,Ruskin Bond,Vikram Seth.
And it can be beautiful -like Tagore and Nirala.
I think words strung together in a simple yet elegant way always stick-whether in verse or prose.
Too right Varsha! I enjoy reading Roald Dahl, who is my favourite in both poetry and prose! Also, Pablo Neruda makes me melt!:)
I don't quite understand you. Firstly what is prose poetry and secondly why haha? I love Sarojini Naidu's work!her poetry has a beautiful rhythm to it which I have found no where else. Sri Chinmoy's poetry, though sincere, is the intellectually appealing poetry I can't stand!:D
I said Ha Ha because you said you do not like poetry in free verse when it does not rhyme ha ha but at the same time you say that you melt by Pablo Neruda ha ha
KB
oh no no!you misunderstand! these are purely exceptions!:D
I am just a Lover of poetry and write it off what comes out of my heart.
RIPPLE OR TIDE!
Near I go back I sprint..,
My little feet would never get wet..,
Then said mom, careful my child..,
hold my hand.. You r still a kid.
I was on the shore, then in the waves,
The tide was big, pulling my feet..,
yelling n jumping we made a fest.,
Again I heard, careful my child you r still a kid.
The peak of happiness , I was going through,
Though the prints on the sand were not alone,
They are washed away as time went on,
But She left my hand, to teach me life.
The nuance of white , didn’t attract me though,
Still That day, the silence was like a roar,
The beautiful foam couldn’t hide my wound,
A voice said, you are big dear, handle n bow…
One day, I saw that sight I remember,
Some Little feet playing in the sand,
I then saw a prophecy , like my life ,
Up like a tide ,low like the wave..
The voice in me has come up atlast,
This is life, this is a play.
by
uManIdhI
© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
dis is how i write poems.... hope yu ppl liked it..
This is really beautiful.....
I am sure it's great!I am hopeless at judging poetry! Where are my prose buddies???
at first i mean no offence but when one says he or she does not like poetry which rhymes,it really hurts a bit you see free verse is a very modern concept in poetry say in the elizabethan age,before that poetry was more of a rhyming thing,
be it prose or poetry i think when both of them are equally appealing in terms of emotions and social issues they both get the credit, i feel quite very much inspired by madhukalsh and saath geet ratna by dr. harivansh rai bacchan.
please take a look at my blog for http://www.thelastpagedoodles.blogspot.com/ a change..
Just A Sip
I remember the taste of youSweet, salty, ambrosiaIt still rests there on the tip of my tongueThe smallest sip of your nectarA hive of honey to make me fullThe essence of you enough to calm my spiritCooling the fires my soulThat’s all I needAll I ever neededJust a sip…..Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 14th, 2008
http://ohioeasy.wordpress.com
The essence of you enough to calm my spirit Cooling the fires my soul That’s all I need All I ever needed Just a sip…..
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 14th, 2008
Well I messed up the visual fprmat twice in a row so I will quit and instead http://ohioeasy.wordpress.com/2008/10/16/just-a-sip/
Sorry all.
I like prose. Its easier to understand and write. Its straight forward. It is quite simple, neat, and uncomplicated.
Poetry (well-written) is beautiful. Yes, its not simple. Yes, I have to read it some five six times to really understand it. But when it is good it sends a shiver through me, and that is more than enough reason to read poetry. (I write poetry too, unfortunately I know its not yet of the perfection level that I want when I read poetry.)
You just spoke practically everything on my mind!:D
Poetry and prose should never be contrasted... Poems are compressed emotions which burst open if interpreted correctly... Prose can also be terse, but mostly flow freely. It depends on the personality of the reader, and his/her state of mind. Poetry mostly depicts very strong feelings, so it is required to have the mind attuned to receive such vigour before we read them.
Poetry is about mood.
You cannot understand poetry without getting into the mood, the thought process
or the sentiment the author is trying to portray.
It s about expression, and it is not necessary that it rhymes, or should make sense to you.
It s about the author and his/her expression - if you get good if not - no worries.
Writing cannot be judged - for something that is drudgery, could be someone else s dream.!..and vice versa.
I too am more comfy with prose as a reader and a writer. I find it hard to start reading a poem. Only things that can force me into reading a poem are -
1> It's in a school text book (that was way back in school days!)
2> It's written by a 'great' poet
3> It's written by a friend
Of those that I end up reading, there have been many that I've really liked for their beauty and flow. Such poems have pushed me onto attempting to construct my own poems. No luck till date! May be, some other day...
In my case:
1> It's in a school text book (that was way back in school days!)
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2> It's written by a 'great' poet
3> It's written by a friend
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This morning I tried writing a very short poem to begin with. I had many ideas that I wanted to write, focused on one and thought of giving it a shot. But I could not pen even a single line. May be it not my cup of lassi.
I meant:
2> It's written by a 'great' poet 3> It's written by a friend
Sorry guys!
2> It's written by a 'great' poet 3> It's written by a friend
Finally!
I give up! :(
prose/poetry...i am a writer my pen is my bludgeon..
bring it on!
coz i write both!!
Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier
www.shayar4u4ever.blogspot.com
(Poems/Stories/Articles)
prose n poetry shouldn't be compared dey r miles apart yet within inches of each other u should only look at d quality of language and the depth n meaning . I am a poet myself but am game 4 writing prose if given d opportunity . Both contribute heavily towards literature so they can't n souldn't be compared.
The Cry of A Pakistani
By Mahesh R 11G2
Behold us a country
Who were much feared & proud
In the days of yore
But look again ; And
You will dismiss it as folklore.
Insha Allah! We did nothing wrong
But are forced to sing this mournful song .
Gone are the days when our economy used to rumble
Nowdays it just struggle & fumble.
You accuse us of warring
At the drop of the hat
But you don’t notice the bickering
Going on inside your flat .
You accuse us of being warmongers
But look again ,you will find
The truth behind the veil .
Insha Allah! We did nothing wrong
But are forced to sing this mournful song .
We are trapped in our country
Like rats in a cage
And are forced to
Die before old age.
Insha Allah! We did nothing wrong
But are forced to sing this mournful song .
All relegions promote peace
And for this we beg to the fraternity
Immediately stop this enemity
We beg of you please.
The different warring factions
Have torn the country into fractions
They don’t care about peoples’ sentiments
Which they broken to fragments .
Why is it that you always
Look at the rotten side of an apple
And ignore the good side ?
Why is it that civillians
Have to bear the brunt
Of masses, for the work of militants ?
There is light at the
End of every tunnel , And
We can only hope, That
This one isn’t as long as a funnel.
We can’t rise like a phoenix from the ashes
Cause we are always getting the bashes.
Insha Allah!we did nothing wrong
But are forced to sing this mournful song .
Holding fort is not our way, And
We don’t wish to keep our friends at bay.
For the fire that burned
We are now being spurned
We are all concerned, For
We can’t leave without a foul tag being earned.
Isha Allah!we did nothing wrong
But are forced to sing this mournful song .
Why is it that Even Though
The fire is being extinguished
We are not being distinguished?
It is for compassion & peace that we yearn
But we are forced to accept our fate
Without making way for hate .
All our efforts are in vain
But we are forced to endure the pain.
All relegions promote peace
And for this we beg to the fraternity
Immediately stop this enemity
We beg of you please.
Isha Allah!we did nothing wrong
But are forced to sing this mournful song
I have a soft corner for poetries.. I do write poems but I dont share it with everyone coz they are a lot personal and precious to me... there are some that I do share, and put it up on the blog occasionally...
hey....wel...i like writing , n it jus turns out to b somethng...nt sure wat...somtimes its a prose..sometimes a poem....mayb sumthn of both....wel decide for urslf if u cn tk sum time out to chk my blog....thanx !
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