POEMS
The Art which connects the multiple effects of writing, reading, understanding, visualizing and mesmerizing thoughts that are always connected with actions is called poetry.
I strongly believe that the deadlines for poems have no point as it is the process of desire.
The feelings are more clearly read in eyes than listening them in the words. Yes, That is called the art of understanding!
THE ART OF LIVING IN READING
POETIC FORMS
POWERFUL POEMS WHICH CAN CHANGE YOUR MIND
NO MAN IS AN ISLAND BY JOHN DONNE
No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is, the less,
As well as if a promontory were:
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were.
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
The poet uses two important elements, he starts with the continent and ends in the bells which represents the church. He adds that no man is an island every human being is interconnected with one another. One man's death is the loss of the whole continent. The poet addresses himself, and he asks that when the bell tolls one should not worry who it is tolling for. It is tolling for everyone. A single person’s death is like the death of everyone.
SEVEN STAGES OF LIFE BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
The poet says about the seven stages of life of man.
Stage1 - infancy - helplessness
Stage 2 - schoolboy - slowly walks to school
Stage 3 - teenage - craze on girl
Stage 4 - adulthood - mans works for name
Stage 5 - middle age - respect, prosperus
Stage 6 - oldage - loses influence
Stage 7 - death - loses all