Clarification About My Poetry

Hello everyone!

This is sort of an apology, sort of a question, sort of just me acknowledging something I didn’t realize before. If you’ve been reading my blog for a little while, you’d know I’ve been posting a lot of poetry and creative writing lately. If you’ve been thinking my poems seemed oddly formatted, you’re probably not alone, and this was something I just became aware of.

Earlier today I was looking at my blog page as if I was a viewer, and I realized that my poems have been posting weirdly/in a different format than I intended. I guess it’s because the width of the paragraphs and text is different once published than it is in the WordPress block editor, but it definitely made the structure of my poems look different and divided the lines at weird spots.

If any of you guys know how to fix this or have any suggestions on how to fix it, please let me know. I’m considering just typing my poems into Word docs and then screenshotting it and posting it as an image into my post. I’m not sure if that would be a good solution or not, but I’ll figure it out before my next poetry post. I apologize for this oversight in the past, and now I’m even more thankful for the support I’ve received from my creative writing posts so far considering the formatting of my poems was off. Thank you all for being so supportive and kind as always!

Also, I would just like to say that I would LOVE your guys’ feedback on my writing. If you’ve been wanting to leave a comment or give me some suggestions on future topics to incorporate into my poetry, please let me know! I am always looking for suggestions from others and I also want to interact with the people reading my work. I’d also like to know if you guys actually liked the way my poetry has been formatted thus far- I haven’t really purposefully experimented with different formats for poems, but now it’s something I might look into.

Thank you all as always! Please let me know your thoughts on the issues I’ve brought up here, as it would be much appreciated πŸ™‚

Brooke

My Plate – Poem by Me

Hello everyone!

I have another poem to share with you. I was originally going to do a post pondering the question “do we rise to the occasion when we have busier schedules?” but I didn’t really know how to answer that, considering that for me it honestly depends on what that “busier schedule” looks like and the mental headspace I’m in. I can still do that post in the future if anyone’s interested and I figure out how to approach it, but for now I figured I would tackle it as I tackle most things, by writing a poem.

My Plate

i divide my plate into sections, just like how mama taught me when i was young, how i needed to eat the rainbow and have a little bit of everything for each meal. she told me i needed to incorporate all the food groups, and to eat everything i was served. it would be rude not to.

i give slivers of myself away, not even realizing until i’m left with one tiny portion of the plate still filled. i twirl my fork and mash up the remainders of all the food that was once there. it’s not really a rainbow- it’s a brown pile of mush, and the texture is questionable.

no amount is too much for me. i load up on everything imaginable, everything available, whether i like it or not. it doesn’t really matter though, because i’ll give it away as soon as someone asks, only regretting it because of the sound my knife makes as i scrape it away.

all my utensils are still lined up perfectly on the table. sure, there’s a little brown mush on them, but who cares? certainly not me, as there’s no food left on my plate. they’re no use to me anyway.

I hope you enjoyed this poem. Thank you for all the support in my writing endeavors πŸ™‚

Brooke

Doubting You – Poem by Me

Hello everyone!

Today I have another poem to share with you. Per usual, it’s another topic I considered discussing on my blog in a more opinion, sharing-my-thoughts type of post, but figured I could express better in creative writing. I’m so thankful that my poetry has been well-received on here, so thank you guys again for being supportive and allowing me to feel comfortable posting my vulnerable thoughts on the Internet. It’s like a tiny corner of support and I love it πŸ™‚

Doubting You

it’s Friday night and I’m in my room, waiting for you to call it’s getting late and I don’t really expect to hear my upbeat ringtone play and see your face light up my screen anymore. I’m always ready for the worst, ready for you to let go but I get that way with everyone. it’s not you, it’s me. a classic clichΓ©, I know- it’s used differently here though. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m assuming you’re breaking up with me. and it would be my fault, right? because in this world everything is. I’m doubting you because I doubt me. when you even doubt yourself, who can you rely on?

I know this was a short one, but you can probably tell most of my poems are pretty short. I wanted to touch on the topic of self-doubt and how insecurities can prevent you from having genuine relationships with others. I think it’s funny how I write a lot about love and relationships and I could not be more single, but it’s what pops into my head. Typical teenage stuff, I guess.

Please, please, please leave suggestions for future creative writing or feedback on this poem/any of my writing I’ve posted in the past. I would love to get some inspiration from you guys since you’re the ones reading it here.

Brooke

Irish Coffee – Poem by Me

Hello everyone!

I’ve been wanting to post more writing-related content on here, and today I had the idea to look up some poetry prompts and try writing poems based off of them. I Googled “poetry prompts” and went through images, and found a daily prompt challenge for January (I wrote this post on January 25th). I know it’s not January anymore so the challenge won’t be much of use anymore, but I want to give credit where credit is due so I’m including it.

The prompt of the day I wrote this was “Irish Coffee” as you can tell by the title of this post, so without further ado, here’s my attempt at following a poetry prompt.

if you were a drink, you’d be irish coffee and no, not because you’re irish, but it is quite fitting if you ask me. you’d be irish coffee because you like normal coffee, but you drink whiskey even more often. you don’t mind if the sugar and cream clog your arteries further because you only live once and you want to live life your way, right? you’d be irish coffee because i don’t drink irish coffee- i drink normal coffee and i don’t live life the way you want me to.

I hope you enjoyed reading my work. As always, please, please, please let me know what you think! I would also LOVE to ready your work if you’re willing to share, just leave a comment or send me a message πŸ™‚

Brooke

Mundane Symphony of the Healing – Poem by Me

Welcome back everyone!

The first poem I’d posted on this blog (a week ago or two, I believe), “Jumble” actually seemed to be pretty successful. I would love for you to check it out if you haven’t already- it’s gotten the most views out of any of my blog posts. I love to write if you didn’t know already, so I figured it was worth it to put myself out there again and share another poem. I would love to hear your thoughts and read other aspiring writers’ work, so please leave a comment or message me if you’d be interested in sharing! Here’s “Mundane Symphony of the Healing”.

Music lingering in my brain Nothing clear yet it stays all the same Notes and words all a jumble A tune mixed with lyrics I begin to mumble Replaying on a constant loop Until my eyelids start to droop

My own personal choir between my ears However, it seems to target my fears Chanting through day and night The music never leaves my sight I would do anything to make it stop How can I get a new beat to drop?

A new harmony and a little of this Makes for a delightful song I can’t miss Facing the music brings it to an end A new instrument, a new friend Stronger than I previously thought Look what this victory has brought

Although I don’t hear the music today It may never fully go away Music can be a beautiful thing But it can also haunt and cling Create your own song today Trust me, it will be okay

I hope you enjoyed! Please, please, please let me know what you guys think πŸ™‚

Brooke