But then again, as I entered college, I guess I ate my words. My world broadened after High School. I developed old hobbies and found new interests. One of these new passions is poetry. Like my young mind before, most people have a hard time appreciating this type of literature. Some, because of the difficulty of unveiling the layers underneath layers of possible meanings. Some, because of the flowery vocabulary being used. And some, because of the many metaphorical illusions presented in every piece. They say it involves too much "reading between the lines" since the careful picking of words reveals an underlying connotation; the structure and syllables used has an impact to the overall meaning; and each sound, when the poem is read, can give off another understanding of the piece.
But these sentiments are what makes a poetry a "Poetry". It is complex and easily misunderstood yet lovely and expressive at the same time. A single line can paint a large picture. A single stanza can depict the deepest intentions. A single piece reveal the heart and soul of a poet. That is why, I am glad that I discovered the true beauty of poetry and that I am a step closer to unearthing my inner poet.
Here are some works of mine. They're all interconnected, creating a poetry series lol. Made these for a school activity :D Feel free to analyze as I am welcome to constructive criticism :)