You're a poet and Daniel Tysdal is about to show it. Daniel will walk you through his writing process to showcase the Power of Poetry to help us remember, grieve and celebrate.
Daniel Tysdal has been a Senior Lecturer in the Department of English at UTSC since 2009. He is the author of three books of poetry and the poetry textbook, The Writing Moment: A Practical Guide to Creating Poems Oxford University Press 2014. He is the recipient of multiple awards for his work and his research interests include creative writing and poetry.
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I fell in love with you after you died
Into deep brown Mona Lisa eyes
That followed us around the room
From the last taken portrait of you
I held your sister as she cried
Dressed in your favourite clothes
The liveliest of your household now silenced
And drifting through rooms as a ghost
I listened to your mother as she tried
Tried to thank me for coming to - to -
"He would've liked that you're here
I'm sure he really liked you."
I flinched when your father lied
He smiled, said he was fine
He played us your favourite song
But... didn't sing along.
Very raw but I am open to criticism. As long as it will help. please be kinda I've never done this before.
"So Long Love Song"
Your touch was soft like a light wave on the beach
your blonde hair was as golden as the sunset skyline.
My hand is empty like the desert after a sandstorm
dry, empty, and lonely.
Like a safe with no content my hand is bare.
The warmth of your touch brought chills down my body
a soft fire during winter bringing me comfort.
Now cold to the touch bringing feelings of pain and sorrow.
The haunting image of my tears on your shoulder brings salty streams down my cheek.
Our last hug, our last kiss, our last goodbye, frozen in time.
The lasting memories leaving a feeling of longing inside.
It's good to see so many new poets in the comments!01/06/2016
You are the reason
You are the reason I can't sleep
A restless dance with mind body and soul
A trophy-less goal
You are the reason I can't sleep.
You are the reason I breath
They way you move
A beauty you do not have to prove
You are the reason I can't sleep
You are the reason I still believe
A love so full god himself could not smother
A reason to live, or why bother?
You are the reason I will bleed.
Also my first attempt of a poem:
exiled from passion
days spent distraught
living with a life-less fashion
It doesn't burn
I don't know what is real
Life doesnt always take the right turn
It lacks the right feel
The cold seeping through the window sill
Oh the burn in my fingers, do it I cry
Or just take a damn pill,
When people say their okay, its really just a bitter lie.
losing someone for me isnt a real person, but its the past me..... a me that showed signs of promise but got inhibited by reality and society. in the end he backed away, stopped talking and quit expressing, until he became stranger than ever as the time passed. however, his future self that's in a way similar to him except for added hatred and regret that the elderly could ridicule when they compare it with their own. i just thought that they didnt regret enough how their life went, and i was really sad that this past me would have cultivated this self into an even more flourishing future me.13/05/2016
Just inspired me to write a poem about my elder brother whose life was taken 6 years ago before I finished watching the video .12/05/2016
why is that pot flipping me off @3:3511/05/2016