THE VALUE OF POETRY FOR PLEASURE
There
are as many definitions of poetry as there are poets. Wordsworth defined poetry
as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings;" emily dickinson
said, "if i read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire ever can warm
me, i know that is poetry;" and dylan thomas defined poetry this way:
"poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails
twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing."
Reading
poetry is reading to improve one’s experience of life. Poetry is as universal
and as ancient as language itself. The primitive people have used it and the
civilized have cultivated it. In all ages and in all countries poetry has been
written, read and listened to, by all kinds and conditions of peoples, by
soldiers, statesmen, lawyers, fanners, doctors, scientist, clergymen, philosophers,
kings, and queens.
Why
has poetry appealed to everybody including little children?
1. It
has given pleasure, it gives enjoyment.
2. Poetry
has been regarded as something central to man’s life.
This
is some example of poetry which have the
value for pleasure:
LOVE
The days, have gone by…
Within time and theory.
That love is just a theory?
No, love is not just a theory,
It is in air, in our hearts,
Time is the air which you must
make your move
When love has come to question,
Nobody can escape its claw,
It’s grip so hard on the wings of
hope.
Sometimes Icorus is giving,
sometimes he’s not.
What you should know, is how,
How does love define the answer
to our future?
The days, have gone by…
But not a moment goes by in fact
in truth,
That I do not think about you.
I know in the heart that is mine
to give,
And yours to keep with soul and
passion.
That both love each other in
eternal time.
WHISPER
I kissed you, when I closed my eyes and dream.
beautiful face, your mouth sweet crushed,
there is love and there is a sense,
heaven and sing.
whisper, when broken down like a dream,
whether the moon is also humming?
and kissing when the spring?
because I could not forget second best from yourself.
I kissed you, when I closed my eyes and dream.
beautiful face, your mouth sweet crushed,
there is love and there is a sense,
heaven and sing.
whisper, when broken down like a dream,
whether the moon is also humming?
and kissing when the spring?
because I could not forget second best from yourself.