When do you choose to submit your poems here?

Do you submit them as they are? And then just edit and revise them here anytime you want/need? (making this site your 'poetry shelf') Do you wait until the poem is "finished", may take a few days, week, depends. How much do you keep privately? I bet all of us here has at least that one poem which is written to no one but yourself.

I edit a lot & post when I finally give up. They are never finished. In fact I just edited some very old poems.
As for privacy, of course! Many of my poems will not see the light of day.

I sometimes believe there is such a thing as being overly critical of formal rules in lyrical writing. syllable count and so forth is like a scripted legal statement http://www.metrolyrics.com/correct.html
My favorite lyrics might be unduly criticized those that want solid lines in their imagined coloring book. I heard a story about a hillbilly Shakespeare (Hank Williams)who met a challenge in a studio and came up with a classic in a few minutes

http://youtu.be/HJXfIoDrAZ0

The challenge was to write about an old flame.

I usually cannot wait to post a poem written by inspiration whether it be personal or political

Most of the poems I write on the computer, or if I have an idea straightaway I'll go here and type it all in as the words flow or I feel what to write in the submit your poems section. There are some, usually longer, pieces I can be unsure about, then I may save it for the next day to think about, especially how I want to present it, like structure. There are very few poems I never post.

I do have poem ideas just during the day where I may think of a few lines, but usually I don't continue with that unless I write it down, or I'll put it in the quote section. I usually write the whole poem right in that hour or so. If I don't post a poem, it may be because I do reveal a lot and am very direct and honest, so I needed to write the piece but I don't want people reading and knowing I feel. Sometimes I do exaggerate to get out my emotion, yet I don't want people I know here to see necessarily.

I almost never edit a poem unless it's for a challenge and I missed a requirement... if it's a typo or I found I repeated myself and see a better word.

I don't write unless I'm logged into PnQ. For whatever reason, I just cannot write anywhere else. Pen and paper don't work for me. It's almost like once I think of a line or few lines, I have to type it out faster than I can write it or I'll forget.

I have snippets of lines saved in my phone and I never do anything with em. I should probably put more time in my poetry, but I just get antsy.

Britt, do you remember where you were and how you felt when you wrote those snippets of lines?

I sometimes think those lines we contruct (voluntarily or dispositionally) are like photograph versions of poetry. - they remind us of what we felt during one particular time.

Usually not :(

I'll hear a word or something and think up something either sarcastic or whatever similar, and boom! I form a line. Sometimes I can work it in, sometimes not.

That's a really beautiful way to think of it - constructed lines are photographic versions of poetry!

"I sometimes think those lines we contruct (voluntarily or dispositionally) are like photograph versions of poetry. - they remind us of what we felt during one particular time."

That's how they feel to me, too. Occasionally I'll write from a prompt or something, but the majority of the time it's just me trying to capture a feeling or memory... with occasional success. I always kind of agonize about forgetting things. Poems help me remember, a bit.

^ Amazing isn't it? We are "captured" by a moment, it could be something trivial or sentimentally significant; You watch your mom, fighting age, an infant in her arms and it reminds you of something... you retaliate by capturing the moment and translating it into words. -words that brings the feeling up close. And if a different person reads it, the moment was shared. Doesn't have to be exactly the same experience (cause that would be impossible), but the passing of experience is done.

Art is the emotional reflection of the world in our conscious and subconscious. It is esthetic conscience of our species, the God within us. It is the comprehension that tilts on feeling in oppose to science. Poetry is where feelings, imagination, logic, inspiration and sometimes music intersect in the mind of a talent.