Poetry at its best

POETRY; BY HAGAR AFUMWAA OFOSUA

HEY THERE! WELCOME TO OUR GLAMOROUS WORLD OF PEOTRY……NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN WE DO.

Poetry is a form of literature that uses rhythmic qualities of language to make meaning. With forms of Poetry like sonnets, Epics, Ballads, just to mention a few, I bet there’s no other way to pour your heart out than through Poetry. Poetry allows you to milk and touch the hearts of many. I bet there’s no other way to pour out your thoughts than though poetry. Its origins date back to as far as 2000 B.C, when the Greeks would happily threated themselves with poetry used in music and theatre. Research has proven that oldest form of poetry is the epic Poetry has being long regarded as the fundamental creative act employing language. Poetry uses forms and conventions to suggest differential interpretations to words, or to evoke emotive responses. It makes uses of devises such as assonance, onomatopoeia and sometimes rhythm to achieve the musical or incantatory effects. The common forms of poetry are as follows;

·        Narrative poetry; this is a poetry that gives a verbal representation. It is always told by a narrator 

·        A Ballad; this is a story that is in the form of a song and is transmitted orally, which tells a story .It usually has a four line stanza.

RELAX AND READ SOME OF THE EXCITING POEMS WE HAVE IN STOCK FOR YOU.

Everyone has a dream

Everyone has a dream

We keep it alive at night

But doubt it in light

Do we only become optimist when lights are dim?

Everyone has a dream

From a distance we fight

On a battlefield field we lose might

Is it only when we are far do we become strong?

Everyone has a dream

On leaflets we write

On desk we fail to rewrite

Do we forget to take our writing sticks along?

Everyone has a dream

In the minds eye we see it fly like a kite

On the worlds stage we lose sight

Do we only see it when it is fictitious like a film?

Greed is for the weak

Greed is for the weak

Those who fail to act but speak

Because talk is cheap

They tend to hate those on success trip

Forgetting   whiles those on success trip were

Burning the midnight oil, they were asleep

If you are strong you live your dream

If you live your dream, time won’t permit you

To accept that greed

Drop that greed, take up your dream and be on stream

Because greed is for the weak.

I AM IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER

I am in love with a stranger

I can’t believe my feelings

But I can’t deny either

I bumped into him toward the coast

I was just a visitor to the breeze

He sacrificed to be the host

He welcomed me with a hug

His snowy breath could let me freeze

But I didn’t want to nag

We both cried

As we said bye to each other

I am afraid he may be a ghost

His voice is one I have heard before.

                                                        

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