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Hello. Please, be welcome. There are a few empty seats, one of which screams your name. I’d like to welcome you, on behalf of the community, to the Poetry Corner, sponsored by The Tribune.
The Poetry Corner is a thread designed to be a new home for the growth and development of poetry and, more importantly, I think, poets. This establishment’s sole purpose is to increase the power of poetry in the Stories Forum. This growth will be both for those who write poetry as well as those who read it.
If you are interested in developing either your writing or reading skill, please use the following post as an index of this thread’s contents.

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¥ INDEX ¥
Page.Post Contents
1.1Introduction
1.2Index
1.3Joining, Membership, and Mission Statement
1.4Thread Rules, Guidelines, and Expectations
1.5Tips and Hints for Writing
1.6Tips and Hints for Writing, continued
1.7Tips and Hints for Reading
1.8Tips and Hints for Reading, continued
1.9Poet of the Week
1.10Poem of the Week
2.1 Reserved

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There is no need to join this establishment. This is not the place for pettiness or personal arguments; it is the place for creative expression and growth and development in poetry. I trust that all those posting here do indeed have an interest in growth and development, or at least helping others to grow and develop. :)

Our membership extends to all users in the Stories Forum. There are no requirements to join nor are there any applications to fill out. As a thread for the community, this is a thread of the community.

Mission Statement:
To establish, promote, and develop an intellect for poetry and its interpretation.

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General Procedure and Rules:
1. Please be appropriate. This means using common sense as well as following rules set by Jagex (even those which counteract the first part ;) ).
2. There is a definite difference between criticism and constructive criticism. Please make sure that all feedback you give is given in good taste with the sole goal of improving the addressee.
3. Please do not use this thread as a proxy for your personal differences. You may either discuss these in game or let them go.
4. This thread may be utilized for general discussion of poetry, not only those poems posted herein.
5. There is no wrong answer in poetry. :)

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Tips for Writing:
If you are having trouble with traditional poetry such as the sonnet, what is traditionally called free verse (though is contemporarily called open style) may be a great stepping stone to get there. It's very easy to start out making quick poems with free verse qualities. These help to teach you the hidden difficulties of poetry whilst not restricting you with stringent formats and rhyme schemes.
If you are having trouble thinking of a topic, the best one is usually right outside your window. Some of the best eras in poetry focused on nature and the growth of man. Try picking something you see from outside your window and creating an exaggerated back story for it.
The best way to learn to write poetry is to learn to read it. If you are struggling for a style or inspiration, read a great poem and try to analyze it. Afterward, you should find either a style or idea you can use. :)

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Tips for Reading:
Try to read poems slowly and purposefully. It may take longer to understand the poem this way, but, once you're finished, you'll understand more of it. :)
Just because a poem is divided into lines and stanzas doesn't mean you *must* read it that way. Some poems are designed to be read continuously, with breaks after each thought, not each line.
Because word economy is so powerful in poetry, I suggest that you look up words you don't know. In prose, context clues can help you, but in poetry, the definition can often provides you with hidden details the author might have secretly veiled in the connotation.
Poetry utilizes allusions. You should at least have a vague idea of major allusions: you needn't be an expert, but knowing the epoch in time or the area of the world that a given item or person is from can go a long ways in helping to appreciate a poem.

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MAYA ANGELOU
Marguerite Johnson was born in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. Her father, Bailey Johnson, was a doorman and navy dietitian, and her mother Vivian (Baxter) Johnson, was a real estate agent, trained surgical nurse, and later, a merchant marine. Angelou's older brother, Bailey Jr., nicknamed Marguerite "Maya", shortened from "my-a-sister". The details of Angelou's life, although described in her six autobiographies and in numerous interviews, speeches, and articles, tend to be inconsistent.
After being mute for five years, Angelou credits a teacher and friend of Angelou's family, a Mrs. Bertha Flowers, with helping her speak again. Flowers introduced her to authors such as Dickens, Shakespeare, Poe, Douglas Johnson, and James Weldon Johnson, as well as black female artists like Frances Harper, Anne Spencer, and Jessie Fauset. When Angelou was 13, she and her brother returned to live with her mother in San Francisco. During World War II, she attended George Washington High School and studied dance and drama on a scholarship at the California Labor School. Before graduating, she worked as the first black female streetcar conductor in San Francisco. Three weeks after completing school, she gave birth to her son, Clyde, who also became a poet. At the end of Angelou's third autobiography, Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas, her son changed his name to "Guy Johnson".
Angelou's long and extensive career includes poetry, plays, screenplays for television and film, directing, acting, autobiographies, and public speaking. She is a prolific writer of poetry; her volume Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'Fore I Diiie (1971) was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize, and she was chosen by President Bill Clinton to recite her poem "On the Pulse of Morning" during his inauguration in 1993.

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The City in the Sea
by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out of the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently --
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free --
Up domes -- up spires -- up kingly halls --
Up fanes -- up Babylon-like walls --
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers --
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves
But not the riches that there lie
In each idol's damned eye --
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass --
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea --
No heaving* hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave -- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide --
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves now have a redder glow --
The hours are breathing faint and low --
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.

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