How To Sort Through The Madness

Okay if you're reading this, which i hope you are because I really need help, here's my question to you ... I wanna write a REALLY good poem! You know what kind i'm talking about, the kind where you feel exactly what the poet is feeling, the kind where you are RIGHT THERE with them feeling what they feel, seeing what they see .... I know it's in there, but I can't seem to "sort through the madness". So, once again my question(s): How do you get past the crappy thoughts? How do you put the words together so they mean something? How do you write something SO moving and So meaningful that the readers are just in awe? HELP ME!!!!!

Embrace the madness =)

also, this may go against intuition, but... don't try so hard. I know if I ever go into a poem witht he kind of pressure that you've described, I end up suffocating your words (not that I've ever written and awe-inspiring poem, as far as I'm aware, but the ones where I try seem to end up being worse..).

So, just take a breath, relax, write what you know, and eventually maybe you'll come up with your One Great Artistic Work.

Madness to a madman is rationalism.

here's an idea....u can write about that EXACTLY!!
with a title "How To Sort Through The Madness"
about the sistuation ur in...im sure many many poets would feel wat you would be feeling and seeing wat you see...and maybe in the end how u found ur solution...about how u were able to overcome it by using it.....
makes sense?..well..hope i was helpful

"like a watermelon"....lol : D

ddavid.... what is this about abby? I thought we had something special...

*sniff*

HAHAHAHAHA. David is in love.

That was a good idea actually ....... just thought you might want to read my latest, it was inspired by your idea! Let me know what you think :

The Mind Of A "Lost" Poet

I have so much I want to say
I want to share my deepest darkest secrets
But the words are stuck somewhere inside me
Locked away in a place that even I can't reach
I search and I search without success
Sitting here with a pen in my hand
It's not as easy as it once was
The words no longer flow like the steady stream of a river
Instead they crawl along like the movement of a snail
Creeping ... creeping, not really moving at all
It seems I've hit a wall
Once powerful and meaningful poems
Have shrunken and weathered like a vase of flowers
that hasn't been watered in a long time
Perhaps I have nothing left to say
Maybe I've said it all before
Yet there is something inside me eating at my core
It's running around inside like a wild boar
Knocking ... knocking at the door
Yet when I get up to answer there is nothing there
Just an empty hall, another blank page
By this point I've given up
Angry and frustrated I place my pen and paper aside
I try not to but a begin to cry
Not the cry of little child whose fallen and scraped their knee
It's deeper, it's colder .... It's more of a scream
Like the scream of a mother whose lost her child
Desperate and futile

Well you need to let it come directly from YOUR heart. Dont let anybody or anything influence what your heart is saying and dont fake anything by trying to make it rhyme just let it flow. hope this helps..trish and christina!