When I Became A Poet

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The website content is a personal reflection on the author's journey into becoming a poet, marked by the realization of the depth of emotions and the nuances of language, and the expression of these through words.

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The author shares a deeply personal account of their transformation into a poet, initially unaware of the complexities of emotions and the subtleties of words. The catalyst for this change was the arrival of love, which prompted an outpouring of emotional expression. The author describes how they began to infuse words with their innermost feelings, creating a tapestry of poetry that encompassed their joys, sorrows, desires, and fears. The author's identity became intertwined with their poetry, viewing their creations as reflections of their true self. The piece concludes with an invitation for readers to engage with the post by sharing their own experiences with poetry and commenting on the author's work.

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The author believes that their journey into poetry was a natural progression from simply using words to express their dreams to a more nuanced understanding of language and emotions.
Love is portrayed as a significant force that challenged the author to articulate their feelings in a profound way.
The author sees their poems as more than just writings; they are representations of the author's soul and a means to convey a wide range of emotions, from resentment to desire.
There is a sense of humility in the author's view of their work, referring to their poems as 'soul mates' of their true self rather than claiming the title of 'poet' outright.
The author values reader engagement and the sharing of personal poetry-writing experiences as a way to connect with others through the medium of poetry.

History of my poesy….

Once, I never knew the diversity of feelings Yet, I used to knead my dreams into words. Once, I wasn’t aware of nuances in words Yet, I used to hear the heartbeats in it.

One day Love knocked my walls, but Knew not how to express, So just, blurted all the feel-words possible. Though the beaux could not be stopped — on the shores of my time.

Yet, I turned into a Beaux of words, forever. In some words, I laid bare my resentments In some I hid my pains and tears; Some I colour’d into portraits of desires deep Some I chiselled into arrows of anger an’ fears. Thus lapsed my days beading strings of words And I went on threading myself into them.

Someone said these words made me a poet But I, believed them, to be just — soul mates of my true self.

Do join this post to share your poetry-writing experiences. Would be glad to have your comments about my poem.

Note: I use British English.

So much for now. Ciao. Be safe. Keep Writing.

When I Became A Poet

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