We Call It Poetry

We Call It Poetry

A Poem by Relic

An old one on the observation of poets.

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With poetry--

A lonely woman 
can write about her lover 
on valentine's day. 
She can describe his most endearing traits 
line upon line upon line--
                               as if...he existed.

A young girl 
can share her deepest erotic thoughts, 
demonstrating an ability 
to take the reader's hand
and guide them with her words,
leaving them satiated--
but only 
if she's skilled enough.

For those depressed 
and those searching 
to release their pain--
It's a bloodletting.

They've been raped,
they've been bullied,
ignored and even wounded. 
The dark side held them too long.

They need you to listen 
or simply just notice they're alive. 
They may wonder if writing 
is all a fruitless endeavor
when their written cries for help
go unnoticed.

But behind poetry's walls...

A man can offer us a character, 
from a fictitious town
that resembles trees, sidewalks, 
roads and even paths 
of his own treasured youth. 

An adolescent can share a broken heart 
with a seemingly invisible world. 
He/she can release all the angst, 
tear by tear, 
until the poem has ended--
         for now. 

Poetry is a haven 
for ideas, rants, memories or thoughts 
that otherwise would go unheard by most.
The family simply wouldn't understand.  

It is a platform 
for those skilled or unskilled; 
for those confident 
and those apprehensive; 
for those that standout 
and those whose computer 
is their only escape. 

Some here,
have painstakingly learned 
poetry has its elements: 
meter, rhyme, metaphor, and more.
As for others, 
form, cadence, line breaks... 
are all unimportant.

The prolific and the obscene;
those with morals 
and those without;
religious; atheists...
they're all involved.

People have left poetry 
for greener pastures, 
only to re-emerge 
days, weeks, or even years later
when the writer needed another ear 
to listen to all he/she wanted to say.

It is a source of frustration, 
joy and confusion, 
all mentioned into one place.

It is your yesteryear, your today, 
and all your tomorrows. 

It's a percentage of your life, 
your time and your thoughts. 
It consists of creation
and destruction.

It's a statement; it's a confession.
It's a voice that understands;
It's a disciplinarian that doesn't.
It's a welcome sign.
It's a keep out sign.
It's a microcosm of continents 
and far off cultures.
It's a ghost from the past.
It's a community.
It's a small town.
It's a lyrical lagoon.

It's you...it's me...it's us
sailing within
our own private harbor.

And we call it


© 2021 Relic

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brilliant depiction of WC and its "patrons". as I was reading along, I caught myself nodding in ascent cos you really hit it on the head, Relic.
I find WC a wonderful place to spend time and learn and, maybe, bring something with you for all to see.
good one, Relic.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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7 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the review Woody


(It's you...it's me...it's us sailing within our own private harbor. And we call it POETRY) What a brilliant write! Love it. ~Sharon

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Thank you, Sharon.
Wow!! You left nothing within writing to be called poetry... It's so vivid and full of description. Yes, here in the cafe we share our emotions or sometimes what others might gone through by our writings. Sometimes it's our story sometimes not, but we like to project our ideas through this poetry thing and even our confusions also, as you rightly said. It's a process of release, a chanel.

Thank you so much for this elaborate miniature version of our emotions we call POETRY

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you, Dreamer.
I was looking for a good poem to read here, and this is it!!! You enlighten uncountable reasons for why do writers write, such travel this is because at times we don't even think about it all, but it has been so well described by your great words. Such an amazing write this is, and not that many would think about writing something similar, so a very well done from me dear Relic!!!!

Stay safe!
See you

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I appreciate your comment, Sil. I'll try to comment on one of your poems when time permits. :)
Silmara McGarry

1 Year Ago

You are most welcome dear!
Thank you :-)
Poetry is so accurately explained in
this write-up ; you touched down on
so many views for why we write it
whether truth or fiction it's a great
way to release emotions past; present
and future poetry is good for the soul

nice work Tim

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thanks very much, Fran. :)
absolutely brilliant and one of my favorite poems i've ever read.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Could you point me to one?

1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I'll give it a look.
OH WOW. That second stanza is absolutely gorgeous but the line "to release their pain--
It's a bloodletting." feels so relateable and raw. I think you do an incredible job of giving the readers a taste of why folks write (Poetry) each stanza its own journey!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thanks very much, Carissa. Much appreciated.
An old poem and pleased to find that it is out for an airing. It deserves to be. You describe so well the poetry journey and this forum where I hang out with like minded souls. Thanks Tim.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Wow, thanks for noticing this one, Chris. :)
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I followed PB :)
That is the beauty of poetry it is imperfectly perfect with its own words images and feeling being poured upon the pages with laughter love sex nature sadness pain and infinite other topics and thoughts. I love this unique poem about all that poetry can be

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I appreciate your thoughts, PB. Thanks. :)
It's you...it's me...it's us
sailing within
our own private harbor

We are a tribe for sure. This was an amazing write, Relic:)

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed it, Pryde. Thanks.
All of this. I have always dreamed writing, but what sounded good in my head seemed like garbage on paper, so for years just tore it up or deleted. Finally worked up the courage to not hit delete. A few months later clicked that terrifying "publish" button. I regret so much the stuff that is lost forever, but here we are now!

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

Live and learn. And yes, here we are. Thanks so much, Brad.

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Added on February 15, 2013
Last Updated on July 7, 2021
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