Poetry thread

I haven't written haiku in a while, here's a couple from a while ago that are autism related....

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I like the warm sun
Shining now through my window
But not the harsh glare

#8

Zeitgeist refugees

Shelter from modern life's noise

Avoiding meltdown

Don't get hung up on the rules.  There are really no rules with poetry and spoken word, but there are plenty of people out there telling you there are, doing MAs, PhDs and whatever, some of whom are great but others of whom are basically gatekeeping.  Write, express, if it fits a meter use it if it doesn't don't worry.

Blimey, now you're making me feel a bit unworthy!

This is really lovely and I do think you've discovered a talent here. Very inspiring!

Just great that you've shared this newsStuart333 

It's so uplifting and positive perfect for a grey Monday morning.

Go Stuart333 !!

Thank you for this thread. I looked at it for a while and wasn't going to bother. I spent the weekend reading some terminology, to understand why some lines work well:

1. iambs,
2. meter,
3. couplets,
4. Extra Syllable (Anapest/Substitution)
5. Clipped Ending (Catalexis)
6. Stress Shift (Trochaic Substitution

I asked the AI to give me some exercises.

I have written some more, it thinks 2 are good enough to try submitting to a competition. I may try and see what happens.

I think I may have found my voice.

I think it should normally be one verse and stand alone without a title. Probably with artistic calligraphy, kanji vertical on the right and a stylised picture on the left. Something aesthetically pleasing. Of a tree, bridge and tea house, perhaps with bamboo and a small waterfall, and some mountains in the distance. Sort of minimalist art, the type that adorns lacquer work boxes. Possibly in red and black or blue and black. I think you can make more pleasing sounds in Japanese with more rhyming, and double meanings.

It seems in English multiple verses are ok and you can have a title. Something like:

Quiet endurance.

Seasonal stillness.

I liked Japan, it has many good qualities.

I think it does work well, but you haven't given it a title?

I looked it up and it seems: 

"Traditional haiku often emphasizes concrete imagery from nature or sensory experience, but modern English haiku can definitely explore emotional or philosophical themes."

I had a go (I am not sure it works as well in English, it is very Japanese).

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Leaves flutter to ground,
Trees endure harsh winter storms,
Calm returns in spring.

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Judge yourself wisely,
Know your mind with careful thought,
Freedom is your own.

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Nature’s rhythm moves,
Beauty lives where you allow,
Calmness flows within.

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Sensitivity,
Overwhelm and turbulence,
Balance follows peace.

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There's something about Haikus that's just enjoyable. Over here they are mostly used for joke poems, but in their native Japan they are viewed as a true art form. How to say a lot with very little. I enjoyed yours!

I think you just had the wrong audience before (your ref to an English lit class).  These all resonate with me so much and feel really powerful.

Calming and uplifting!!

Thank youLotus 

Speaking my language Stuart333 

What have you done, I can't stop.

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I dream of worlds, the world's a dream,
I am not sure of what to seem.

I think then feel, not feel and act,
You sense my feelings, they do lack.

It is not true, the range is more,
You do not sense my body's store.

The hidden pain, the world's a strain,
It all just rubs against the grain.

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I hid away, for years and more,
From myself I hid the store.

Until at last, it fell apart,
Contents strewn around the cart.

Journey stopped, the mess to clear,
All my thoughts I held so dear,

Desperately I looked to see,
For a better way to be.

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Impatiently it seemed so slow,
Yet in time ideas may grow.

The store so full, of things I've seen,
Dreams - of what could have been.

Through mist and fog, a vision came,
I should not carry all the blame.

Words and more, reset the score,
I washed the mess across the floor.

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Integration, strange sensation,
To myself I have relation.

The store once more, an open door,
Can hold me now I feel quite sure.

Reality, it seems more clear,
Truthfulness - I hold so dear,

I wish to be, I wish to see,
I hide no more, I am me.

I tried poetry in English literature 42 years ago. They seemed to look down on anything that rhymed, flowed, or had any structure. I could see no pattern, only words arranged so as to be confusing. Apparently it was art.

Here you are one more. All 5 are different, you can play with line length and rhythm. Perhaps I should read what you're supposed to do.

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Who are you, who are we, am I what you think you see?
Do I know, what I show, can I really let it go?
Am I me, how to see, can I find the strength to be?
Feel the strain, just a game, can't know who or what to blame.

Seek to please, and appease, must try not to fail or seize,
Merge with you, I did too, lost myself I don't know who,
Value me, atrophy, unseen bars, lost on your sea,
Fake facade, skin not real, who's this person that you feel.

Think a lot, replay time, all a part of looking fine,
House of cards, built on sand, robustness was not planned,
It will come, out the blue, burnout's tendrils reach for you,
Feel its claws, shifting floors, around you doubt grins and gnaws.

Functions fail, no not mail, to the pile the throw does sail,
Talk is weak, how to seek, words I need and want to speak,
Getting hard, cannot guard, fears attack the house of cards,
Not so grand, thoughts unplanned, wash away the roots of sand.

Now laid bare, too much care, it all seems to be unfair,
Rest you must, sleep do trust, time does drift and turn to dust,
Answers sought, thoughts are fraught, but good ones now must be caught,
Number one, you've become, the only way this will be done.

Oh to know, what's below, once the mask is gone from show,
How to find, must be kind, to myself and to my mind,
Nervous strings, gentle things, observation knowledge brings,
Balance found, lesser sound, light reduced and feelings ground.

The poem above called "Autistic Joy" is a 5-7-5 Haiku - for anyone who is not familiar with this poetry form, it means there are 5 syllables in the first line of each verse, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third. I like this style of poem because I enjoy numbers, patterns and rhythm. 

"Autistic Joy"

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Absorbed in interests

Immersed in their enjoyment

The world fades away

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Enjoying colours

Textures, shapes, movement and form

Sensory pleasures

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Enjoying patterns

Language, numbers, dance, music

Deep satisfaction

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Nature, animals,

Creative activities,

Deep knowledge diving

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Structure and order

Quiet, calm environments

Peace in safe spaces

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Accepting oneself

Not social expectation

Brings autistic joy

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I do like it, very descriptive. Have you really never written poetry before? If not, it appears I've inspired you to find a hidden talent!

Here is another. I hope you like it. I may play with this some more and word things more elegantly, I spent an hour at lunch. It is what I have been going through.

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Uninvited spark calls to the past,
Here, see it come, I hope it won't last,
Spiralling down, grief comes with a blast,
Emotional flooding, complete with a gasp.

Tears, they come, why does it hurt so,
It is all too much, please can you go,
Shoulders are shaking but starting to slow,
My mind says again, I still have to know.

Subsiding, thoughts start to reduce,
Once again, there's nothing to deduce,
Protective cogs move and click into place,
Feelings go numb, emotions make space.

Breathing once more, it's over again,
Calmness is spread, goodbye to the pain,
Perhaps next time, we'll find the lost key,
Torturing myself, we'll just have to see.

Burnout be gone, you're not my best friend,
There must be a way, my mind needs to mend,
Digging away, I've now found what I seek,
Hold on tight, please fingers don't leak.

Uninvited spark calls me once more,
Here it comes, I wait by the door,
Here dear mind, the key I have found,
The past must at last, lie in the ground.

Terms with the past I wish to sign,
Or at least an agreement that's mostly benign,
Please give me freedom, to move on alone,
For a new kingdom, I need a new throne.

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I feel at peace, it's clear to see,
Although I wobble, oh to be free,
I think this time, there's really a chance,
My ghosts banished with my new lance.