What should I write a poem about?

-Don't just say what your heart tells you too because it's not telling me nothing lol . Give me some good ideas please and detailedWrite a poem about unrequited love and use the imagery of a dying birch tree in the fall. Use a melancholy tone and make sure the voice of the speaker is frustrated. Make it a haiku



My advise: Poetry is not simple, if you wish to follow it at a college level, that is. It's difficult to write literature based on someone else's emotions and imagery because everyone has a set style and everyone has strengths and weaknesses. A poem like this would be simple for me because I am the one who designed it, however, it may be difficult for you because perhaps you haven't a clue what haiku means. My point: it's a better idea to stick with your own ideas than using someone else's.
Aha, not going to tell you "what your heart tells you to". But I am going to tell you that if you want to write a good poem you have to be able to figure out what to write it about by yourself. Otherwise it's not really completely yours, now is it?



Think, take a walk, read some other poems, look around you, watch people, close your eyes, listen to music... get some inspiration, it'll come to you sooner or later.



And good luck!
I began to warm and chill

To objects and their fields,

A ragged cup, a twisted mop

The face of Jesus in my soup

Those sinister dinner deals

The meal trolley's wicked wheels

A hooked bone rising from my food

And all things either good or ungood.



And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this weighing of the truth.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.



I hear stories from the chamber

Christ was born into a manger

And like some ragged stranger

He died upon the cross

Might I say it seems so fitting in its way

He was a carpenter by trade

Or at least that's what I'm told



My kill hand's tatooed E.V.I.L.

Across it's brother's fist

That filthy five!

They did nothing to challenge or resist.



In Heaven His throne is made of gold

The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

All history does unfold.

It's made of wood and wire

And my body is on fire

And God is never far away.



Into the mercy seat I climb

My head is shaved, my head is wired

And like a moth that tries

To enter the bright eye

I go shuffling out of life

Just to hide in death awhile

And anyway I never lied.



And the mercy seat is waiting

And I think my head is burning

And in a way I'm yearning

To be done with all this weighing of the truth.

An eye for an eye

And a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

And I'm not afraid to die.



And the mercy seat is burning

And I think my head is glowing

And in a way I'm hoping

To be done with all this twisting of the truth.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

And anyway there was no proof

And I'm not afraid to die.



And the mercy seat is glowing

And I think my head is smoking

And in a way I'm hoping

To be done with all these looks of disbelief.

A life for a life and a truth for a truth

And I've got nothing left to lose

And I'm not afraid to die.



And the mercy seat is smoking

And I think my head is melting

And in a way that's helping

To be done with all this twisting of the truth.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

And anyway I told the truth

But I'm afraid I told a lie.
Not a monkey's bad breath..

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You could replace a travelling..motion..

Like a monkey running in the trees..

The sunlight and the ocean..but never the breeze..

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like a walk..

but its a energy level

like the wind

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How to bring myself to the airy light

The wind and the height

a couple of waves..in the air

then a drifting beam thru a staring -left to be landing

but not on the way

the path and the landing

only without all the caring

its space on a dime

silvery and clean

button and cloth--left beside a stream

now just a mention..in some dream

how far I have gone..by beam and by leave

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just thought that might work/
think of one of the worst experiences you ever had, now write about it

from the viewpoint of cat who has to only see your actions, don't tell us how you feel.



let us know if you do this, we want to see the results
the frst object you see?

Or



Your favourite place to visit

A smell you like

A word you find funny

Love

Person you like

A silly looking person/character

Animal
A poem coming from your idol's perspective. (how they feel when the crowd screams&grabs, presures, normal living, etc.)
If your hearts not telling you anything maybe its just not the time to write one or think about something that means alot to you (ex. friends, family)
A monkeys bad breathe