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Allusion, Alliteration, Couplet And Lyric In Poetry.

Poetry: What A Word Is Saying.

                  

                  By : Tanuj Singh

Word's Introduction

What is poetry and why you need to read it? After my 13, I wished knowing some ideas of simple poetry. It didn't work that time. The weight of words with their arrangement in a sentence provides an importance in a short form. In my viewpoint, emotions tease inventions to produce a new poetry.                                       Reading words of poetry change your way of thinking about language. That can take you beyond the world for some time. That's what the potency of poetry is. It is a rhythmic tool that improves your verbal skills. Let's know more about the allusion of words in a lyric.

Use Of Word in Poetry :

If you've not read some poetry from your age of 6 or 8, then reading becomes a bit harder. You're not just a lone witness to face this difficulty! Many people start reading poetry in their teens. You will lack the roots of reading in cores and meters naturally. But, the meaning will not clear. So read it for two, three and many times.

                        Words composed in a poem require well-read for understood better. A single word changes the whole emotions of a rhythm. The poetry consists of few words. And the reader to be attentive to detail.  The essence of words beautifies the couplet as an enlivening garden. 

‘Metrophobia’ is the name for a fear of poetry.

‘Metromania’ denotes the compulsion to write poetry.

'Word Meaning' In Poetry :

Poetry teaches patience and helps to find our inner voice. At the moment, you don't read classical poems in starting, those can be terrible. The words portrayed there can harm your reading tastes. Read the words in slow order, and simple. You can figure out the use of words to language. Then use it in your conversation where needed. Every word is alive. 

LIFE : An Art.

 

It was the August 19 when the Almighty called thou to lead the heaven.

Thou wouldn't have stood in want of heaven,perhaps the heaven require to thee.

I cried,we cried not for showing off our flooded tears but it was your death's leaven.

You demised felt as I died & desired to get rid of this nominalised oblivion world as a sea.

I was wilted due to your sudden death,I moan with agony.

On that moment,I find myself helpless & lonely.

Sure,there would be a time when we will meet again!

When your God will also call me in the same heaven!

Oh gosh! The golden times we spent would be unforgettable.

The life experiences we shared with thee shall be lamentable.

The supreme creator calls the noble souls first as expiration to provide salvation.

My heart & internal attachment shall follow you in every direction with full affection.

 But,the story will always on!

[In the dedication & remembrance of my Brother: SOM PRAKASH SINGH(2000-2013).]

              

Sprays

The gust of damp wind sways the swirls of the tree,

Their rustling charm and swinging spell reveal in glee.

The grace of leaves decks the bloom of the coming yield,

Well-adorned flowers emit grandeur to the field.

Alluring tickles inside the dark clouds drop the fountains.

The babbles stream in the valleys and rain at the mountains.

Like nature's music played in a blissful tone.

New buds grow into flowers with hue to the lawn.

Thirst of slight showers over the petals of blossom are quenching.  

The puffs of air help the drizzles plants for dancing while drenching.

The unsteady behavior of clime as time greets the new airs.

The making and breaking of mood for conflicting affairs.  

The cheeks of dell find dimples when mixing up of droplets,

Bird chirps, whirls and greens the nature giving treats.

Short Poems

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