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The Rising Stars Poetry Galaxy
A place for the Rising Stars to display, discuss and review poetry
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Poetry, an expression so beautiful, so intricate so well-defined or so mysterious but so artistic that it is hard for a heart that feels to dismiss its importance. The strength of the written word has influenced man in so many ways that he had to make it a definite part of his life.

Poetry must have induced its beauty into man's life , when he came up with the first line, the first stanza and ultimately the first poem. As writers, as poets or just as people who understand this aspect of life, such an expression of emotions has always had the ability to stir our souls. Poetry to me is like a magic wand that has the power to shape my feelings and when I am writing it, it becomes a shoulder that I can always cry on, it is something so alive...

What does poetry mean to you? Why do you write? What is that strange compelling force that almost drives you towards pen and paper?

WHAT IS POETRY?







The kindest MDuci encouraged my idea of having a poetry forum dedicated to the Rising Stars. Here we can discuss poetry and its many forms, we can work on prompts, write poetry and request reviews. We will also highlight some of the brilliant works of the Rising Stars' and their sponsors.

Previously featured:
"In Your Eyes"  [E] by MDuci
"Invalid Item"  by Tornado Day

This month:

The Circle of Sisters has always been supportive of the Rising Stars and to give them a tribute, I have deiced to showcase one poem from the port of every Sister. This will not be worng because they are all beautiful poets. Two of the members have already been featured, this time, it will be the lovely AXiLeA

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The paper is white and silky
- early in the morning
or late at night -
as I escape
from the tyranny of the clock
to unlock
the gate to my garden of thoughts,
the treasure chest of feelings,
that beat, within my heart, in my chest,
all ready to leave a trace,
a shape, a print.

Materialized inner worlds
crawl over the sheet of paper
- a continuation of my skin -
like friendly spiders,
each of them unique,
yet all related.

This is how I enter
my temple of freedom:
through words.

An extension
of my hand,
a pulsation
of my heart,
a reflection
of my mind,
a consequence
of my experience,
a piece of evidence
of my life,
a drop
of my blood,
the shadow
of my reason,
the drawing
of my labyrinth,
the score
of a secret tune,
a swing
of my mood,
a slip
of my tongue,
a vibration
of my receptive soul,
the mark
of my humanity,
an atom
of my identity.
A word.


I have the old sentence back in my head, she has done it again. You can trust Axilea to bring the whole bag of emotions, every feeling you think you cannot articulate on the tip of your tongue when you are reading her work!

Here she has touched upon the power of words and ind oing so she ahs touched our hearts (mine has always been a fan). Every word that describes the escape is so relevant, so familiar, it marks just the feeling, captures the truth of every moment.

The paper is white and silky
- early in the morning
or late at night -
as I escape
from the tyranny of the clock
to unlock
the gate to my garden of thoughts,
the treasure chest of feelings,
that beat, within my heart, in my chest,
all ready to leave a trace,
a shape, a print.

Read it out loud and you'll see that this is a poem that speaks, that really does say it more than it defines it. It is a poetic dialogue and not just poetry, it could qualify as prose, but the poetic trick and the prosic declaration are both entwined too well, too wisely, read it out loud and you will understand. The punctation is brilliant as its aids the reader, it provides the rhythm an extra boost. The pauses help stress where the writer feels the essence of the poem.

The words are all compatible with the poem, surreal, rich words that enunciate the power that is channeled from the mind into the poem. The poem has excellent imagery that for me describes the moment, the enticement that drives a writer to write, especially the lines,

The paper is white and silky
- early in the morning
or late at night -
as I escape
from the tyranny of the clock
to unlock
the gate to my garden of thoughts,

these lines signify the need to release, decribe the impulse as an escape that liberates.

The best lines were these, they sum up the whole universe of a writer

This is how I enter
my temple of freedom:
through words.

The last stanza, which is the longest of the four is a swork of sheer brilliance, it captivates the reader, filling him or her with information about the enigmatic moment that comes alive when words are being written. It talks of the million processes that start fucntioning suddenly, magically,

An extension
of my hand,
a pulsation
of my heart,
a reflection
of my mind,
a consequence
of my experience,
a piece of evidence
of my life,
a drop
of my blood,
the shadow
of my reason,
the drawing
of my labyrinth,
the score
of a secret tune,
a swing
of my mood,
a slip
of my tongue,
a vibration
of my receptive soul,
the mark
of my humanity,
an atom
of my identity.
A word.

and they all lead to what we had to begin with, a word.

Now, I don't mind spiders, as long as they remain thoughts. Axilea has told us how she can move the world with just the extension of her hand.


From the port of a Rising Star

Our first featured poet in this section is ~♥~Krysha~♥~ , who is a great poet and loves writing and researching different forms of poetry.

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I want to drive with the windows down,
The wind in my hair.
I want to go swimming in the ocean,
My skin bare.

I want to watch the desert stars come out,
And forget my role.
I want to paint a masterpiece,
A reflection of my soul.

I want to stand atop a mountain,
Watch an eagle's flight.
I want to help someone,
And always do what's right.

I'm on a path of rediscovery
But I know this much as true,
After pain and suffering,
You can always be made anew.


The reason I picked this poem was because it is simple and full of hope. It translates simple but beautiful wishes into an innocent poem. It teaches the heart to dream and fills the reader with a desire for kinder pursuits and brings alive the dreams that could have been wounded by the fast moving world. It teaches one in its simple elements to draw a long, deep breath and live again. It adheres to a simple rhyme scheme in which the second line rhymes with the fourth. The poem consists of a total of four stanzas, all of which discuss the main theme of the poem and whatever people say, I think this poem has both purpose and need.



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So, what does poetry do for you?



May Almighty Allah or God bless and protect us, Amin! All praise be to Him!
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