Free verse poetry
Category : POEM Author : Sahil Katoch Date : Sat Jul 22 2017 Views : 270

Poetries today have turned modern. Haiku, villanelle, sonnet, limerick are its new types. It has a gained fixed structure, meters and volume. Now it takes commitment to new rules. Its not a job of a common man.
But, how far I remember poetry is expressing one feeling smoothly, effortlessly on paper which reminds me of one old form which existed since Shakespearean time, free verse.
There are no fixed meter, no fixed syllables and no rhythm but, still loved, because it inherited the virtue, the grace of poet's emotion.
You just need to put your heart on the paper.
Read one example of poetry written by me.
Fate
I should love or hate
I can't make it out
Can't understand your games
You gave me everything
But took away the most precious, my own-self
Yes, you were prize
Yes, I deserved you
But, was never guilty
I was never for you sentenced.
Gone through the poem? Isn't it beautiful, isn't it admirable. Then why this form is forgotten? Because reader doesn't understand grace of word but rhythm of the poem !!
Isn't sometimes that audience can be also in fault not always the performer. The real beauty always remain unnoticed. Man has always worshipped outer grace, never realised he worshipped the devil but God he wanna seek resided in heart where he never try to seek.

Poetries today have turned modern. Haiku, villanelle, sonnet, limerick are its new types. It has a gained fixed structure, meters and volume. Now it takes commitment to new rules. Its not a job of a common man.
But, how far I remember poetry is expressing one feeling smoothly, effortlessly on paper which reminds me of one old form which existed since Shakespearean time, free verse.
There are no fixed meter, no fixed syllables and no rhythm but, still loved, because it inherited the virtue, the grace of poet's emotion.
You just need to put your heart on the paper.
Read one example of poetry written by me.
Fate
I should love or hate
I can't make it out
Can't understand your games
You gave me everything
But took away the most precious, my own-self
Yes, you were prize
Yes, I deserved you
But, was never guilty
I was never for you sentenced.
Gone through the poem? Isn't it beautiful, isn't it admirable. Then why this form is forgotten? Because reader doesn't understand grace of word but rhythm of the poem !!
Isn't sometimes that audience can be also in fault not always the performer. The real beauty always remain unnoticed. Man has always worshipped outer grace, never realised he worshipped the devil but God he wanna seek resided in heart where he never try to seek.
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