Insight — Our Poetry Forum

A place for poetry lovers

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ― Plato

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” ― Leonardo da Vinci

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship

I want to create a forum for writers and readers who read and write poetry.

One of the goals with the group is to share known and unknown poems and poets. We can help to build bridges between famous and featured poets and poems, and ourselves and our poems.

We have all the magic germ of poetry inside of us. Let us together cultivate and make creativity florish!

Membership is free, except that as an admission fee each new member is kindly asked to accept the two following challenges:

Challenge #1:

Find, copy and publish in the Insight — Our Poetry Channel forum a wonderful poem you absolutely would like to share!

Challenge #2 (not mandatory — alle poetry lovers are welcome!):

Publish in the Insight — Our Poetry Channel forum one of your own poems — one you recently wrote, or one you wrote a long time ago.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

— Robert Frost

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

― Oscar Wilde

You may feature other poets’ poems and publish your poems in the language of your own choice. I myself set as a personal goal to publish at least one poem in Norwegian, one in English, one in German and one in French before the end of this year!

Suggestions for group guidelines and rules will when ready be published in the group’s discussion forum.

As an example of a featured poem I include here this one, which I love!

Gratitude to Old Teachers

When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake, We place our feet where they have never been. We walk upon the unwalked. But we are uneasy. Who is down there but our old teachers?

Water that once could take no human weight- We were students then-holds up our feet, And goes on ahead of us for a mile. Beneath us the teachers, and around us the stillness.

- Robert Bly

For access to the Insight — Our Poetry Channel forum and for more information, please write me at [email protected].

You can also go directly to the Facebook group, search for Insight — Our Poetry Channel and ask to become a member. I will let you in :)