Boiling Poetry

Just a poem about my passion for writing.

Like a fireplace of passion,
my poetry was birthed from
my blazing soul.

It poured out like lava,
hot and ready to format.

My ink boiled and plotted,
it coiled itself around my heart,
like a weed trying to grow
uncontrollable and ready to
bare me fruit.

I planted my seed,
like an apple tree,
it grew and rooted inside
my mind.

It gave birth to
boiling poetry.

My mind is full of
apple cider poetry,
its bitter sweet,
ready to read.

Author's Note

Please don't be rude. I am autistic and I might make a mistake. Please let me know the correct spelling instead of bulling me about it. Thank you.

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

"My ink boiled and plotted,
it coiled itself around my heart,
like a weed trying to grow
uncontrollable " I can so appreciate the wording of this piece. The ink boiled and ploted and coiled itself like wire grass... it takes over your mind and you have no choice but to write. I use to speak of my muse grabbing the pen from my hand... I am glad your passion blazes on... Shal

[Amanda]

Thank you. 🤗 I have learned it is a common feeling for writer's. We have this burning desire to put our minds into reality where everyone can see it. We can't be shy and be a writer. It's a personal thing to do.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem.
"My mind is full of
apple cider poetry,
its bitter sweet,
ready to read. "
I liked he complete poem and I liked the above lines. "apple cider poetry', great use of words. Thank you Amanda for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Amanda]

Thank you for commenting. 😊

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Amanda.

[Chris]

It is interesting that some can use language in a way that could be perceived as a mistake but actually be chosen to be the way the author wanted to express their uniqueness. It's all in the mind of the "listener".

[Amanda]

That is so true. That's one reason I like poetry. It's up to the readers what they see and think.

[Amanda]

I have learned a lot about others because of feedback. I am always trying to improve my writing as well. I am still learning about abstract thinking. I can come off a bit weird because I am trying to use abstract concepts in my poetry. I am not a very good speller because I wasn't born a verbal thinker so I have to get the picture from my mind and turn that into words. It can be difficult at times.

[Chris]

Sometimes a "line" is meant to be tongue-in-cheek and yet it still fits as a word choice that could be in error. It is all in the perceptiveness of the author and how well the listener listens.

[Amanda]

Yeah, I sometimes use word's that might make people think twice about what it could mean. I just want the reader to relate in their own way. It's hard to write for a lot of people. You don't even know who will like it or not. I find that rewarding for me because I learn more about people. Views are unique and opinions are too. Even with similarities they are still unique to the person. It adds character.

[Chris]

I learned to write for ...me. After the words leave my fingertips people will always frame them to their perceptions and understandings. The fun part is when their understandings "change" from time-to-time as their world moves and suddenly they "see" the same words say something else. We as poets speak on many levels - simultaneously - because we wear our emotions and thoughts.

[Amanda]

That's true. I myself love to write. I have so many poems that I can probably put them in a 500 page novel and still have more leftover. I have a blog and I still can't believe how many people like my work. After six years of blogging I am still learning how to relate to my reader's but without losing myself in my writing. I have always written for myself to relate to others so I know what you are talking about. That's why I blog. I don't really care if anyone likes or dislikes my work. I just need somewhere to put it.

[Chris]

Chuckling here... Good morning. The coffee is hot, strong, and aromatic. It goes well with thoughts and fingertips.

[Amanda]

Oh I would be asleep if I drank coffee. LOL water for me until I have to get some rest. I just didn't feel well yesterday so I didn't sleep well last night. I have been up all night. I have to get ready for a doctor's appointment today at 1pm. That might be the reason I didn't feel well. I don't like the doctor office. It's very noisy and bright. But I might be able to blog at the office to keep me busy.

[Chris]

Doctors have a way of voicing "opinions" that aren't always necessarily "facts" - few seem to take the time to actually listen or understand what we as patients have to say. But medicine IS an Art - not a Science. People react similarly yet differently.

[Amanda]

I agree. It took me seven years to find doctor's who listens to me. I am happy now because I complained to them and voiced my rights. I don't have to worry anymore because I have worked through it.

[Amanda]

Though it wasn't right that I had to say anything to them. I am just glad that's over with.

[Chris]

Learning to speak up matters...well done.

[Amanda]

Thank you. My mom taught me well. She died from cancer five years ago. I miss her very much. She told me she wants me to get noticed with my writing. I told her that's not up to me mom. That's up to my reader's. She was my best friend. I will never forget her.

[Chris]

Mom's are the Rock - you lost yours early. We remember them - good or bad.