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These Books Can Help Your Poetry Writing Skill


Ever felt out of place? 

Have you ever wondered why you are thinking or feeling a certain way? 

Ever been frustrated because your friends or partners couldn’t ever possibly understand you because you don’t even understand what is going through your head? 

I have found that the best way to grasp internal turmoil is to write poetry. 

Here's more, poetry:
  1. It slows the world down around you. 
  2. It streamlines your thoughts to short, direct sentences, while soothing the anxiety out of your body with the lyrical style. 
  3. It makes you think: It puts a spotlight on what the issues might be and forces you to logically and methodically answer to it. 
Writing poetry helps one to pour out one's soul in forms of lines and verses. Reading poetry allows one to see into the soul of another person (the writer/poet), see what is weighing on their minds and on their hearts, and can open doors to feelings that are sometimes suppressed until that door is opened. 

Writing poetry helps the poet focus light in dark paths. Reading can shine a light on all those dark and hidden crevices of the heart and mind once thought permanently closed off to the world.

Poetry can give you insights into yourself that you never knew existed but always wanted to understand. There is no greater sadness than not knowing one’s self-worth, but there is no greater power than complete understanding of one’s identity. Poetry can give you that power.

You too, can have this power. And if you do have it already, have you learnt how to harness it?

I have written series of books that would make one a poet and also help a poem establish his art, carve a niche for him/herself and become a master of the art.

See books below:

So You Want To Be A Poet?


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How To Write A Poetry Cover Letter
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Poetry: Organization + Punctuation
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Types Of Poetry
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Poemify: Poetry Simplified

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Poetry Writing: 10 tips on how to write a poem

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