Do you like poetry, and do you write it yourself?

I write for me when the mood takes

A Poem

They start when two words get stuck in my head.
They can be annoying it must be said.
The words are special because they do rhyme.
I jiggle and jog until each has its line.

The two lines will rattle inside my head.
They get more annoying it must be said.
A third line creeps in just for good measure.
It makes the first two more of a pleasure.

The three lines are repeating around my head.
Its hell, it’s frustrating it must be said.
The last line is lonely it hasn’t a rhyme.
But before I know it I have the fourth line.

The verse is now stuck in my head.
The four lines get boring it must be said.
The fifth line starts right on queue.
But the end drags on slowly eluding you.

The verse and a line are not complete in my head.
A panicky time it must be said.
The sixth line starts before I have the fifth.
Now I have two lines I’m not happy with.

The mess starts to hurt my poor little head.
I wished I never started it must be said.
But the previous lines just fall in to place.
Followed by the seventh but it’s a bit of disgrace.

The poem becomes obscure by smut in my head.
But I love this bit it must be said.
As quick as a flash the next line grows.
In a run of good luck line eight just flows.

Eight lines of the poem are proudly fixed in my head.
I think I’m William Shakespeare it has to be said.
It dawns on me slowly line eight needs an end.
The ninth line starts nicely the finishing trend.

I reflect on the nine lines stored in my head.
They are ok, just, it must be said.
This is the hard one it delivers the punch line.
Line ten done correctly it will make sense my rhyme.

I edit the poem in my confused little head.
There are many versions it must be said.
I write down the one I consider the best.
Then realize it’s not good and I need a rest.

The typed poem is now stuck in my head.
I hate it with a passion it must be said.
But I scan the written words and edit it so.
Check that its rhymes and reads with a flow.

I’m pleased with the words that started in my head.
But it needs more work it must be said.
There’s a bit of a problem some words don’t mix.
But a cut and a paste it was an easy fix.

The words are more pleasing in my simple little head.
I now love it with a passion it must be said.
All that is left is to send it to you.
And hope you enjoy my poetry too.

As the words travel to you I panic my head.
‘What if she hates it?’ it must be said.
How do you know it’s reached the right place?
Check the glow in your heart and smile on your face.

But there are two little words still left in my head.
Left over, not used it must be said.
But they will have to sit there until next time.
Until you give me the idea for my next little rhyme.

I like some poets, though I don't necessarily spend eons of time reading it. I suppose I like pieces of things from different authors of poetry. I have always enjoyed Rudyard Kipling, and pieces by New England author Robert Frost. As well, you cannot go wrong with Dr. Seuss can you? 😀 He is to poetry what Gary Larson's "Far Side" was to satirical cartoons. As you're from Germany, you may not be familiar with this last guy as a comparative.
As for poetry, I have written in the past. What I draw from is nature primarily, the woods and the sea, both of which I have at nearby. I think the thing that worked for me there was that you absolutely have to block everything out of your mind-----all of your concerns, and then begin to focus on the medium you are part of; in my case....it could be sitting under a giant oak or....what I've seen while sitting on a walkway bench by the sea during a Nor'easter.
I've read that, when your muse lands on your shoulder and speaks to your ear, you need to listen or.....they may disappear for a time or forever. Hard thing to do if say....you're on a train heading in to work right? Hah. But, you understand.

I used to write Haiku's...

I love poetry.
John Clare; Roger McGough; T.S.Eliot; William Wordsworth; Robert Frost; Seamus Heaney; W.B.Yeats.....etc.

back in my dim and distant youth i used to write.

I like to do both, read and write. No one in particular is my favorite as it mostly depends upon the poem and its contents. I have posted a couple of mine here on SW.

Banjo Patterson and Henry Lawson are my favourite poets. I don't write any myself.

I’ve written many poems. A few are on my profile page.

I do like it but I don't write it

Yes! I did earlier.

I like classical poetry and have a couple of collections of "famous" or "great" poems. I read some of those poems occasionally. I confess that I lack an appreciation for most of the poetry I see today. I'm sure some of it is good, maybe even great.

Obviously…

Yes

Not so much the traditional 'in a book' kind, but if we're allowed to treat Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell and such as poets then yes, I'm quite fond of poetry set to music.

🙌. Love it 😊

I dabble...

I like certain poems rather than particular poets. Having said that I do like Philip Larkin.

I once wrote my own but my "muse" (such as it was) has long since ebbed!

I wrote quite a bit 4-5 years ago.
They seemed to flood out and it felt incredible to just release.
It might happen again.
I love to develop complex metaphors.

I do you will find many of my poems on second page of my collections page.

I like poetry. But I don’t write it.
I love Keats’s work.

no, i do not like poetry nor appreciate it.

Yes and yes.

Yes and yes.

Yes

Oh yes!
I wrote that this morning