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Provided are poems that I have written in different formats and using varying styles of presentation.  Each one is unique and each one has a semblance of its own.

length can vary between 8 lines and 19 lines. For epics requiring more then 19 line, I will require a detailed storyline about what you require.

themes: epics, melancholia, human nature, poetry, romanticism. No erotica. Dedications can be done. Eulogies can also be arranged.

Bear in mind that I am not a schedule driven poet. You will be notified during the drafting process, so that you can monitor the progress of the poem you commissioned from me.

I can complete one poem at a time.

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Hey everybody :wave:

Just wanted to get the tag out of the way first. I've been able to get to some of my deviations, and will hopefully get to the rest in due course :dummy:

Here's the Tag :D

.... or the closest thereof. I don't have much music on my phone, my tablet, or my computer at present, having left my hard disk at home. So... :shrug: no tag for me then.

Now, to the News:

I am currently inside the Airport (The Business Lounge of the airport at that :aww: ) and its 4:01AM here (fear Uhr Eins). I'm off to Hamburg!

DAS IST RICHTIG - ICH FLIEGE NACH DEUTSCHLAND!!!! :squee:

Ich fliege nach Deutschland bei Türkei Fluggesellschaften. Und ich bin glücklich :D

Wünchen sie mir Glücken. :) Prost!
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Hi! :wave: My name is Shehroze Ameen.

I'm at present working in the following groups:

:groups: :iconpoetrynprosewatchers: - Founder - A place where all your :+fav: get exposure. Do give it a look :)

:groups: :iconpoeticalcondition: - Head of the Critique Department - send a :note: whenever if you want to apply as a critic to me, prettyflour or Michel-le-fou . For more details, see this journal: Critique Department Update: Critic Openings!EDIT: Duties of Critics have been added in this notice. Thanks fernknits for pointing that out. Appreciate it. :)
Hey Everyone! My name's shehrozeameen and I recently became the new Head of the Critique Department of PoeticalCondition.
This was an administrative decision taken by our boss RiseandBe. I'm succeeding NotenSMSK, who started the critique department. A gem of a boss honestly - punctual, very dilligent in his approach, and particular about how the department was being maintained. Suffice to say, life is more than dA in the end.
Me and NotenSMSK keep in touch outside of dA, so rest assured he's doing well and is in good health - but he's become busy post-graduation due to a job and other non-dA related exercises which require his fullest potential. It was a mutual decision from all three sides.
And thus, ladies and gentlemen, I have something big to tell all of you:
WE HAVE OPENNINGS AVAILABLE FOR NEW CRITICS! :nuu: :squee:


:groups: :iconthecritiquables: - Second in Command - a place where you get critique in exchange for critique given to members :heart: . The rules are provided in the unappreciated journal features posted every month. Come on over!

:groups: :iconevery-photo: - Co-Founder (as of 2015 Jan, the Critique department of this group has been closed).

:groups: :iconadepta-librica:

What else.... I love :dalogo:. If you need somebody to :+devwatch:, or need someone to talk to about something, :note: me. but if your serious about progressing forward, I'll do my level best to help you out in any way possible...

Looking forward to what people feel about my works :)

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I am available for commissions as well (writing mostly :pencil: ). Here's the thumb to my commission details: Commissions OpenName of commissioner: shehrozeameen :iconshehrozeameen:
Type of Commission: poetry
Number of commissions done: http://shehrozeameen.deviantart.com/gallery/44327938/commissions
    
From the commissioner:
I love writing poetry, frankly speaking. I can write a poem between 8 and 19 lines. Provided that the theme has been carefully told by the customer, I will send drafts of my progress as often as I can. I can write in both traditional and non-traditional formats.
So far as traditional are concerned, I am not particularly good with sonnets, but I have a decent assessment of syllable count. I don't follow meter. Having said that, I have written terza rimas, rub'iyaat, villanelle, ott
and its only for 20 :points: (my cut is 16 :twocents: , if you want it in real life amount).

Don't hesitate to go :typerhappy: when you wind up looking at my works :) Cheers.


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:new: personality test from 4q as well, February 7th 2015. www.41q.com/type.41q?p=1357765… "The Determined Realist".
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Hey everybody :wave:

Just wanted to get the tag out of the way first. I've been able to get to some of my deviations, and will hopefully get to the rest in due course :dummy:

Here's the Tag :D

.... or the closest thereof. I don't have much music on my phone, my tablet, or my computer at present, having left my hard disk at home. So... :shrug: no tag for me then.

Now, to the News:

I am currently inside the Airport (The Business Lounge of the airport at that :aww: ) and its 4:01AM here (fear Uhr Eins). I'm off to Hamburg!

DAS IST RICHTIG - ICH FLIEGE NACH DEUTSCHLAND!!!! :squee:

Ich fliege nach Deutschland bei Türkei Fluggesellschaften. Und ich bin glücklich :D

Wünchen sie mir Glücken. :) Prost!
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Hey everone :) I hope that all of you have been well. I'm sure you are. :lol:

What can I say, I've been busy, and I still have around 39 comments to get back to as well. But I did it - I got through the deviations which I had in my list, and I'm so happy :nuu: So, what are they...? Well:

Feature:




MoonsJournal #10
Moons
We walked under the night sky.
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That, up there. It's grinning at us."
"Oh, that's just the Cheshire, yellow teeth and all."
"But it's just the teeth?"
"It's too sleepy to show the rest."
And we walked on.
We walked under the night sky.
"Look at that."
"Look at what?"
"That. See, it's bigger."
"Oh, that. It must be more awake to give such a wide grin."
And we walked on.
We walked under the night sky.
"What's that now?"
"What's what now?"
"That there. It can't be a grin now, can it?"
"Oh, it's not smiling anymore. It's just rolling over onto its back."
"But I see no paws nor tail?"
"Well it hasn't yet rolled over."
And we walked on.
We walked under the night sky.
"And that there?"
"And what where?"
"That. It's so round now!"
"It's just showing us its belly. It means it's trusting of our presence."
And we walked on.
We walked under the night sky.
"And that?"
"And what?"
"That there, it's looking smaller now."
"It must have rolled over the ot
- which in my opinion, was really nice. An interesting thought and well presented.

Fresh SnowfallWinter's strong hand reaches for your bones
Shadows intermingle with fresh snowfall
What joy is there in a heart cold as stone?
So far away is the chickadee's tones
With great ease does such poetry enthrall
Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
All that greet your ear are the frigid groans
Of evergreens assaulted by stiff squalls
What joy is there in a heart cold as stone?
On the forefront of your psyche there drones
Black nihilism's ever-constant call
Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
You have long forgotten when hope last shone
when shadows over your heart did not crawl
What joy is there in a heart cold as stones?
Between the vigorous gale's icy moans
And the constant layers of fresh snowfall
Winter's strong hand reaches for your bones
What joy is there for a heart cold as stone?
- Best damn villanelle I've read in a long while, especially the volta in the end.

(aftermathematics)with passing time
and spending dimes
i've got(ten) precious,
precocious all metallic
and isolated behind alloys
or bars; ally, lie,
calculate the dreamscapes
just so.
thought currency
sells in idle transactions;
idyllic complexities that dance,
sparkling treasures
g(r)asping in clasped
hands curling together,
a stutter at the slightest
movement.
i've got a diamond
-like mindset,
all wildfire kaleidoscopes;
but you're offering
no more than pennies
that clatter in the b(l)anks.


On strengthA sunlit cobweb -
only the spider knows
       how many times 
       it broke
- a poem with a very good idea. Honestly.

every single HahahaI fell off the dawn of the maker and
made a mess of the parrot tree:
if you fly
into the sky,
if your body is a penny
ready to throw into the
fountain in my bellybutton,
mango trees in the radio
in the other world
would dry in song.
A man in love
is a package of delight.
Apollonian radiance.
But when you throw up the moon
the fortune of the messiah
gives hope to the progeny
and the ambitions of the survivor,
fields of beaches,
count fun too soon.
I want to bleed in the rain,
us manta rays.
Did fate mistake us
for a pair of star-crossed lovers?
In the beginning we were scrambled together,
fluffed with a feather,
and every other meal fell into shadow.
Now my state of mind
comes to the crib of my teeth
with a savoury ending.
It wasn't drowned
in salt and pepper.
I want to take you back in time
as ice
upon this win wee felt.
You felt your love for me
was a dream
so stay here, the star's lighter blue,
and plant these chocolate seeds.
Sun is faint
and in the suffering
cold and love,
love,
ou
FateI often push my luck
I let go of my love
I don't believe in fate
That's why I'm somehow desperate
If I'll not see what lacks about me
It will make her run away
Without holding her from getting far
That could be my fate
I could turn to the other road
Where her mind changed
Without a chance she'll say no
It could be my other fate
I'll not fall to any girl again
Something I doubt I can promise
It's the same if she'll be in my place
Only fate can change it, the way it is
Or I'll wake up and see what is real
To learn that love can wait
It's not easy to see her far away
Or her presence I no longer feel
But that's how love works
For awhile, be divided from her
In the end she is my everlasting glory
If first I'll begin to know her story
Fairy Dust by seven11ART Osprey by Spiritomb1231 The date 12/1 *wink wink* by MakoTM Recycle:RebuildEnter the spring within a flowing curtain of shattered despair
Exit the cold winter without the elegant snow
Beautiful despair is what I see now
Beautiful voices is what I hear right now
Withdraw from the heartache to stifle the pain
Commence with the hopefulness to increase the love
Now BreatheThere are no constellations mapped across my skin and I am not a galaxy waiting for you to explore. There are no nebulae sprouting from my lungs and there is no stardust scattered in my veins. I am more than that, I am more than molecules that have re-arranged themselves into the vastness of the universe. I do not need you to tell me that I wear a circlet of comets because I am beautiful and because my gravity attracts celestial objects.
I need you to tell me to breathe, to remember that each breath is a small start to hope. My own lungs implore me, keep breathing, keep going. You are worthy, you are worthy. I would not house life if you were not worthy. There will be no shifting of the planet's rotation as I fly by, there will be no change in air pressure when I settle. I am small. I am small, but I am so much more than the space I take up. You need to realize and recognize the signs of my sadness, the curve of my happiness, and the ferocity of my passion.
Stardust isn't dappled into


The HospitalFive days where the world doesn't spin
where cold florescence floods my face
Five nights where the treatments begin
locked far from the dreams that I chase
Four days where the medicine stays
an impatient inpatient yearning to roam
Four nights where the broken group plays
I count through the minutes until I go home
Three days where the wind doesn't blow
and though I can't fly here, I want to run
Three nights in a bed cold as snow
to sleep without shadow and rise without sun
Two days for the doctors to look
diagnose my mind by and ink-sheet test
Two nights of a nurse's record book
to note my actions as I fail to rest
One day in a prison for souls
so austere the fences and walls and the eyes
One night where the covers have holes
and fairy-tales die with the rest of sweet lies.
- I loved the execution on this one, and especially the twist which is used in keeping the person's attention (its quite a subtle quirk in this poem)

DreamcatcherBeads reminiscent of berries -
plastic orbs of mouthwatering maroon -
string themselves onto three cords
while a faint wind blows
and I shiver in my sleep.
The hammock barely keeping me warm
as the clouds breed snow
and perch upon the boulders' tops.
The natives knew my very pulse,
my conflicted heart, yearning for new hope.
So feathers spew forth and fasten tight
to a circle of sacred hoops.
Leather twists and naturally binds
to the curvature of wood.
A mural of fiery horses appears,
escorted by galloping sounds.
A rhythmic filter for my dreams,
all the evil I've endured.
And for once in my unconscious state,
life's tendencies are cleared.
A Strength Poem ~     You know, 
     It's okay
     To sit down
     Once in a while.
     Even the strongest
     Of this human race
     Is in need
     Of a break.
     Lie down,
     Relax. 
     Don't be afraid
     To kick up your feet.
     Forget about that to-do list.
Death of a YearWe stand on the footstools of yesterday’s promises,
peering into the blue harmony of a timeless aubade:
the new year separates us from the old;
their rustic charms and world wise baubles
are fading, falling, kissing white December’s brow   -
the magic is in wane, the Wicca in the wine
offers little relief in way of innocence;
instead the remembrance alleviates the holidays:
what a time it was, what a place it was –
what paradise it was  - that spectre of Insouciance.
Last night’s basting, Jacobi’s painting, the real thing -
sooner or later everyone becomes a thing:
objects remind us of piecemeal courtships,
passion in a pendrive portends the minimalism of the soul
once feather driven by the heart dregs of Tasso – Toulmin
explains the six elements fundamental to each argument
with little claim to why we’re arguing and
even lesser qualification of why conflict needs a structure.
Structure,  edifice, complex, fabric, battery cages
t
Sonnet LXIVOp. 26, no. 4
Lofty Towers

When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
The vastest edifices built by man,
Or see a mighty mind confused and dazed
That nothing fell according to its plan;
When in the courses of the seasons long
I see lethargic bones be loath to wake,
And feel their brittleness, though they were strong
And flexible before, once hard to break,
I know that human frailty lies in pride,
The chase for greatness running without end
Towards all our selfish pleasures deified.
Unwilling as we are to break or bend,
The pressure mounts against our outward posturing
And topples all this hubris we've been fostering.
#187.I know baby, I am easy to forget by Manouilidis Skeletons On Parade by CadaverousDingo

Flight of the fireflyUnder the star clad drapes of night
Mystical phosphorescent lights aflight
Chartreuse embers glowing pale
Upon the gloomy veil
'twere in Green Man's Trance
Dancing an archaic Dance
Will-o-wisp or fairy flight
Some whimsical wanning light
Bewildering astound eye
Conjuring forth gentle sigh
Luring some merry Pan
Through chaos with a plan
Souls barred of heaven
Naught as earthbound sweven
Some nether sprite
Glowing in the night
© Jerry Langdon 2014    
- 'nuff said

goldbrick depreciation.the saga begins;
start war, i draw blood,
become the first
to set it off.
ingenuity and pseudo
are all i own
in this long-sleeved
vapor blanket
with a mausoleum headdress
and scarf made of my loneliness
and suffocation.
i’m a martyr
dying without a cause,
aching for veneration-
sleeping is my greatest talent
and the one thing
where i’m not trying to emulate
anything but passing away
itself.
but hey, everyone does it
so i guess even when i close my eyes
and dream i’m not very original.
Lilies of a Dark LordOpening up my soul, I rise from out of this dream
Creeping around me are the shadows once kept at bay
As I move with the rhythm of my Spirit Guide
I find and welcome one dark partner, then another
Oh take from me this memory of light
Break me, shake me, take me,
Bleed me, smother me, stab me
Wildness comes into the forest where I now dwell
Calling my name oh so wickedly soft
My eyes close, my hand extends, I feel his touch
Ice falls ore me like an answer to the pain
He leans over me, we waltz to his haunting melody
Lips find mine, lifeless tasting of death
I cannot but yield, teeth find me and the prick
Is nae near as sharp as my heart breaking shattering to the floor
Oh yes lord, drink of me, make me your consort
Wake oh awake in me shadows of nothingness
Make me over again, for I have no need of feeling nor heart
Then I taste it, sweet wine of the shadows, life’s flow
And I know I shall lie under the lilies of his gaze forever more.
The CrashEv'ry time I see you now I still search for you eyes
I don't know really why though, there's nothing left to find
Guess I'll never learn it and even might never be wise
Enough to know our paths are not more entwined
Well, the trip is over and the car is fully wrecked
Thank you for ride so far but I walk the rest alone
The end could have been smother, but what did I expect
We are no careful drivers and that fact was not unkown
I cannot deny I walked away with a new scar
And have assumed that you did want to hit that wall
No longer do I care about why you had turned the car
I will not believe you, I spare us the squall
Well, the trip is over and the car is fully wrecked
Thank you for ride so far but I walk the rest alone
The end could have been smoother, but what did I expect
We are no careful drivers and that fact was not unknown
The years we spend together, they were an awesome time
Maybe we were doomed to fail right when they did begin
Two catastrophes had teamed up and that was our c
Navigate by the Stars by pyrohmstr LastTorn flower-heads scatter the garden like broken newspapers. Ice-drops clutch spider webs.
He works the frozen earth, sickle-backed, startling crows from black branches into grey sky. Crushed rosehips weep beneath his boots. He digs the holly bush’s roots until they crack like knuckles.
Hard breaths cut the air in dandelion drafts.
THE WAXING MOONA waxing moon does shine its light
Upon a meadow green
Tonight it be a witching night
The likes that none have seen.
O yes that waxing moon does shine
Upon the grass and trees
The mist, it has the taste of brine
What mysteries we've yet to see.
There is magic in the waxing moon
Unicorns they come to feed
Shouting laughter from the Loon
Here be no ill will, nor greed.
The waxing moon illuminates
As their be fairy folk upon the knoll
With a festive atmosphere creates
A warming heart to any soul.
A waxing moon does shine its light
Upon that meadow green
The day now takes away the night
And steals away those things unseen…
The simple endSo it seems that
as the years go by
like autumn leaves
in snaking rivers,
the sense of distance
is swallowed by the sea.
So it seems that
there are no perfect circles,
only jagged lines
folding on themselves.
So it seems that
a human body
is simply matterless
from violent beginning
to the simple sweetness
of the end.
First and Last            Our first kiss was so long ago I barely remember it. But I remember the first time we kissed for a significant amount of time. See, for a long time, our kisses were short, chaste pecks. We blushed. We held hands and it made our hearts beat faster. We were so young… 
            We’d known each other for over a year the first time we really kissed. His car wasn’t working, for some reason, so I drove us to our friend’s birthday party. We had a blast, and danced the way I’d always been too nervous to at school sponsored dances. On the way home we were having this really great conversation and we were both laughing a lot. I remember not wanting to get to his house so soon.
            The thing about his house was that it was in the middle of nowhere. So we’re driving down the r
the girl - isome days the girl does not know where she starts and where she ends. her being seems to be
stretched out between too many variables. her mind clinging to the sensation of a child's wish;
stretching out her arms so that they may be long enough to grasp a piece of the sky and hold
a sense of wonder in her hands.


A CURRENT OF ETERNITYOh how I yearn to clasp the Crescent Moon
by my fingertips, sleep against her cradling
curve as I dream of stretching myself from
Star to Star, catching their twinkles in the
myriad depths of my eyes to highlight the
landscape of my Dreams, while others only
see echoes of emptiness when they sleep and
dream-I know in my Dreams I am closest to
the Spiritworld-for we are one breath of
Timelessness, one silver current of Eternity
where there is no end and no beginning-
just the essence that turns molecule iotas
into golden ideas, and my dust that I've gathered
in a jar with the seedlings of my Dreams...
I will wait until a strong Wind blows past
the brightest Star before I remove the lid
and empty the jar into space-then will the Wind
pick up speed and turn these fluttering moments
into eons, oh how glorious it will be to give
their freedom, to watch them endure Eternity,
and as they smoothe the scars from my soul
and turn my tears into a kissable breeze...
I know that I am a current in E
- best imagery I've found in a poem. And in a good way :)

Cigarette by mir4nd

- a disturbing story, but one with a good idea and a good overall context and theme which is delivered in tune. Good stuff.

Modernish-ism by SaintOfTheDragons Unrequited Love by blacky91 anxiety.i live
to hear my heart pounding
in my ears.
are you altered by nothing,
by everything,
quite this much?
is this all you've got?
"you are not your mental illness",
they say.
i don't think i believe that
at all.
for hannahOur friendship began
when we wandered
brick-dusted streets,
a bag of green grapes
and two cameras in hand.
We found an apartment
with a pine green door
and a café on the corner.
We chatted about moving in,
and what might happen there,
the glass bottle house
and the boarded-up tailor shops
falling behind us.
It continued because,
with you, silences don’t buzz
in my ears like a wasp nest,
and I don’t scramble for small talk.
I let the silence sit in between us,
hand it a teacup, and let it stay
as long as it needs to.
With you, I am comfortable.
It’s true that both of us
look into crystal balls and see only fog,
our paths remaining unknown.
Still I pray we continue on
the same route, walking side by side,
chatting about books and films,
and our plans to move into
that little apartment
with a green door
become a reality.
like some Nicholas Sparks novel.I.
The white walls rise above her, blank like sea ice. Hundreds of feet above, breezing through the clouds, the pale sun burns through her hair, singes the sky. The ocean is rushing about her in a whirlwind of figures, a city of saltwater and illumination glinting off the crystals of her teeth and eyes. She was like a monument, like a seat of the gods, throned in Baroque, Bohemian glory. 
II.
As the streets reeled, he merged with the bricks, cemented to the miles beneath his feet. The same shadows were brighter than the daylight and society had melted away about him. The horizon converged with the cafe walls, the steps encompassed the world with an embarrassed smile. He knew it. He knew that smile. 
"From where?" she asked.
Anywhere and everywhere, he thought, but the words died as they licked his lips.
III.
Her laughter was like the birds in the trees, shifting in the sunlight and disappearing in the rain. His heart sung like his guitar, just to hear that laugh again, like i
Diamond in the SkyIn the magical land of Agrabah, there lives a beautiful princess named Jasmine. Just because she's a princess, doesn't mean she fits the general stereotype. Together, she and her friends have defeated many foes to save their kingdom. They included the all powerful Jafar, the obsessive compulsive Mechanicles, the evil sorcerer Mozenrath, the pathetic Abis Maul, and the embodiment of evil herself, Mirage. However just because she's defeated evil, doesn't mean she's not vulnerable to magic.
On this particular day, the sultan was invited to a meeting at another palace. Aladdin, Carpet, and the Genie decided to tag along. He assigned Abu and Iago with the task of helping Jasmine while they were away.  
Aladdin: "Alright Abu and Iago, I want you to help the princess until we get back."
Iago: "No problem. Frankly looking after someone is better than venturing into the unknown."
Abu just saluted and screeched in a way that sound as if
Rutabaga Rick's by darkallegiance666 Me sleeping by Lynnae-Madison DeviceThe bloated sun
And scorched earth are
Home to my malady
In festering silence
So deadly
So ready
Am I to die?
Or to continue this lie?
These worldly blues
I don’t know the truth
From the reality
I carved for me
All those years ago
Shaken and devastated
I know not where to
It is I am now headed
The division in my heart
Erosion’s touch, Death’s soft kiss
The poison in my veins
Is all that’s left as my blood’s drained
In a sickly stupor
What should I fight for
If I’m all alone?
These worldly blues
I don’t know the truth
From the reality
I carved for me
All those years ago
Shaken and devastated
I know not where to
It is I am now headed
Clutching the spear in my hands
I sharpen its edge.
Filled with dread
Are my opponents on those faraway lands
Shaken to the core
They realise I’m no more
And no less than Death
Pestilence accompanies me
As I’m pulled forward by War’s Chariot
Chosen for my emptiness
As Famine can’t devour of wh
Valerie for CutieClaire by bethcould

As you can see, I've been busy with reading a lot of works :) And lets not forget the groups :iconpoeticalcondition: and :iconthecritiquables: which also take up quite some time for me. But I'm happy :squee:

Big long essay:


If you're going to thank me for the feature, don't bother commenting.

Life has been really good at my end to be frank. A bit chilly but all's going good. With that said, I feel as if there's a significant decrease in the number of deviation comments and an increase, instead, of journal comments. And those are mostly "Thanks for the :+fav:" at best. :shrug: shit happens, and I suppose there's not much that can be done about it.

Also, I got rejected by Southern Humanities Review. I have no qualms - like the rest of the world, that magazine thrives on mediocrity which also is the most significant reason for why poems nowadays suck balls. Just like the magazines "Baltimore Poetry Review", "FIELD (Oberlin College Press)", "Berkeley Poetry Review" and "POETRY", I wound up with another clear indication of people simply not wanting to read what I've written. Which again, makes me ask myself: why try? These n00b generations are more engrossed in Astrology, and vague imagery which is entrenched in simply being bullshit - and that's coming from a person who has written his fair share of gibberish poems and even then, found those poems lacking any sense or purpose. Quoting them here, would be against dA policies and would also count as trolling, so I assume the reader knows what I mean when I say, and not to put too fine a point: With each progressive generation, we either have vague and obscure poems in which the writer assumes that if he or she adds astrology or makes a shallow point seem really epic, he or she is writing "liberal poems" and is "breaking from tradition" and has "a voice to shatter anyone to bits"; or we have the straightforward facebook poem - "I got dumped", "you dumped me", "my parents are bad people", "I got raped and was animal fucked (yes, I want attention, I'm an attention whore - I don't know what its like to be raped, give me attention", "this is my selfie poem", "I am awesome", or any typical bad spelling, bad narrative, shallow theme based poem. They're just trolls who write with words the equivalent of a selfie, a buttshot, or anything which is (frankly speaking) meat fodder - be it pictures of one's cock, or be it a fully naked picture of a woman (I've actually seen full on BDSM here on dA as well, and that doesn't even come as a surprise).

Which, mind you, is not a thoroughly accurate picture of dA being a big fat crapheap - just that people here, don't like to move out of the free verse realm of poetry, and because of this, conventional poetry is not given the necessary and equal representation which it needs.

Its sad, but its very true: There is a death of conventional poetry forms. I'll be very candid here: Consistently speaking, NathanielFlyingOwl is someone I know of who at least tries conventional poems and I know of a few of his works which I've featured here to testify to that point (like his villanelle for instance). Likewise, Parsat  is a conventional poetry experimenter. There used to be pascal-prevost but because he's gone, it won't actually count. jade-pandora , I know, has written in some conventional forms as well (I actually met her because of her poem "Aphrodite" which was an Ottava Rima). While The-Archaeon did start with free verse, I have noticed that his poems now have a clear "vision" and even (at times) are an experiment with syllable count and rhyming, or simply even meter itself. Haikus are abundant, in fact they're so abundant I actually found myself surprised that I read a book ENTIRELY DEDICATED TO HAIKUS WHEN I VISITED THE STATES! :wtf: . If it was sonnets I'd understand - but Haikus? three fucking lines which go 5-7-5?! That's just lazy, plain and simple. But I suppose that the States - with each generation - is becoming lazier and lazier. :hmm: :shrug: literature magazines and this whole bollocks about the "free verse" movement, in my opinion, is driven simply by a handful of people who don't know anything - ANYTHING - about what the conventional poems are about, and what good old fashioned poetry meant to the masses.

I've read free verse - I read it so often, its overwhelming. For one conventional form I read (be it on dA or outside of dA), I read 30 free verse (in varying forms, of varying degree of proficiency). I feel, and sadly have now reasons to believe (as rigid and biased as this will sound) that the primary reason people simply decide in writing free verse is because they're
  1. Not provided a clear direction of poetical rules and grammar approaches
  2. Are now too focused towards shallow things like money, pussy, cocks, or drugs.
  3. Are often in no economic condition to actually write in conventional form, as a result of which they simply blurt out their thoughts lest those same thoughts drive them crazy.
  4. Are under pressure to gain recognition and hence, decide in going with assumptions rather than actually researching what would suit them most.
  5. Are egotistical faggots.
  6. Suffering from dA syndrome: all show, no substance, and slowly and steadily doing downhill
In most cases which I have found as a member of dA, people don't write in convention is because they "fear" it - "too much hard work", "it doesn't show any freedom of speech" (laziest excuse I've ever read), "I don't like conventions", to name a few excuses I've had to experience here. To "fear" conventional forms, is like not knowing how to write a formal application or for that matter, a personal statement for university. I've read my fair share of personal statements as well, and my God are people narcissistic and full of themselves, the fucking cunts. But I digress - it doesn't matter if you don't apply them, if you don't know poetry basics, you don't know anything about poetry, and you shouldn't be bothered in even calling yourself one. In fact, for poetry, its entering the field with no formal training whatsoever. One should know what a rhyme is, and what a syllable means. As for everything else, learn some grammar first. e.e. cummings (who I have read to a significant extent), even with his stature as a free verse giant, had graduated from Harvard, and had experimented with forms before deciding in pursuing his own way of writing poetry (And yes, he studied from Harvard - count him amongst the dick farts whose the cause of all things shitty with the world). Other "advanced" terms like refrains, internal rhyming, or structuring, are not exactly as "advanced" as people bitch about them.

Even I, who has written free verse, learnt and adapted to conventional forms. In fact, whenever possible I actually encourage it nowadays, because frankly speaking, its the best way to actually bring out a more directional form of experimentation. If all else fails, you are at a much better position to write a poem because of your understanding of how conventional poetry runs.

While searching for this article I had read in The Paris Review (about some Filipino free verse poet whose poems are being published in a free verse through epub format, and a general overview of free verse poets regarding e-publishing) I found this interesting article. Which I strongly agree with. In fact, I actually want to make a point here, not just about the United States, but about poetry from English speaking countries outside of the United States as well (I'm speaking of English here, not other languages).

I have read Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, and yet I have also read Lord Byron, Alfred Lord Tennyson, John Keats, Dylan Thomas, William Shakespeare, Robert and Elizabeth Browning, Percy Shelley, Edgar Allen Poe, Alfred Noyes, William Butler Yeats, Thomas Moore, William Lisle Bowles, Thomas Hardy, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth... Even a few poems of John Clare, Langston Hughes, and Rudyard Kipling to name a few. I didn't like T.S. Eliot's "The Wastelands" having preferred "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock", and "Rhapsody on a Wintry Night", and yet I could tolerate him. Modern poets? I tried reading these "published" poets from the magazines who rejected me, and even a handful few to whom I didn't submit my works - the only opinion I had was "this sucks balls". In all seriousness, if push came to shove, I'd much rather bear the burden of a crappy sop-diary here on dA, than read a published magazine work. Why? Because it is against the grain with which I had grown. And sadly, the day I stop writing, is the day I know - and will have to sadly accept - that people have no taste of literature, poetry, or culture.

To which I ask myself: Why did I decide in writing this bloody diatribe? Nobody here is reading what I've written. And those that have are assuming I'm bitching about dA being just as crappy as the worst shlock I've read through, rest assured that I've found this place to be a far better haven for free verse than a lot of other places I've experienced over the years.

You want a "tl;dr"? Write whatever you want, this is a rant, and we all know nobody gives a flying fuck about rants.

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