a good poem
To my believes, a good poem should at first glance grab the reader by the heart, and at second by the mind. It should be felt, without necessarily being fully understood by the conscious mind, and invoke curiosity which invites to further reflection.
How this is achieved can vary greatly from writer to writer and reader to reader. Weather it be through Symbolism, realism or metaphor, a good poem should fully engage the imagination, with the use of expertly crafted language. It can be simple, or filled with flourishes, as long as a balance is achieved that pulls the reader into the poets mind-scape, rather than alert you to the fact that you're merely looking at words on a piece of paper.
An example of a good poem using symbolism, is 'A poison tree' by William Blake. The first paragraph neatly sums up the poem's message. As the following paragraphs goes on, the imagery which is painted in Blake's words heighten the emotional involvement, allowing the fourth and last paragraph to really drive home the outcome of a poisonous mindset.
A POISON TREE.
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
How this is achieved can vary greatly from writer to writer and reader to reader. Weather it be through Symbolism, realism or metaphor, a good poem should fully engage the imagination, with the use of expertly crafted language. It can be simple, or filled with flourishes, as long as a balance is achieved that pulls the reader into the poets mind-scape, rather than alert you to the fact that you're merely looking at words on a piece of paper.
An example of a good poem using symbolism, is 'A poison tree' by William Blake. The first paragraph neatly sums up the poem's message. As the following paragraphs goes on, the imagery which is painted in Blake's words heighten the emotional involvement, allowing the fourth and last paragraph to really drive home the outcome of a poisonous mindset.
A POISON TREE.
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
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