what makes poem a poem? In short, what makes a poem a poem is the ability to make the reader feel something. That doesn’t mean a poem can’t have form or punctuation, but it doesn’t have to. One of the books I teach from is called Sound and Sense, which comes from the idea that poetry should match its sound with its meaning (sense). Poetry, literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. One of the characteristics of poetry is that it is a unique language that combines and uses words to convey meaning and communicate ideas, feelings, sounds, gestures, signs, and symbols. It is a wisdom language because it relates the experiences and observations of human life and the universe around us. Poetry is so important because it helps us understand and appreciate the world around us. Poetry’s strength lies in its ability to shed a “sideways” light on the world, so the truth sneaks up on you. No question about it. Poetry teaches us how to live.

In my opinion, Poetry helps by teaching in rhythm, stringing words together with a beat helps cognitive understanding of words and where they fit. Additionally, it teaches children the art of creative expression, which most found highly lacking in the new-age educational landscape.

Here is some of my own poetries📖📖


Life is just so same ,

Same to the fickle fame ;

With a petty mind ,

That has never known to be kind

It plays a game ,

A game of lies ,

A game of cries ,

Hidden behind our fake smiles .

Takes over years to create a beautiful one …

And just a moment to ruin it …

We are its players ,

It plays with us ;

Our one step wrong ,

And it’s gone .

Lost in the darkness ,

Swept away by loneliness .

One that we try to find ,

When we are blind

Blinded by the absence of light ,

Blind by the resist to urge a fight ,

Blinded with failure & depression ,

For not living our life with Caution.

Some find it ,

Some lose it ,

Each has a reason ,

Either patience or desperation .

Those who go with patience :

Life seems kind to them ;

But, Was it their hard-work ?

Or behind them was a hand of fate ?

The hand of brightness .

Well it shouldn’t matter ;

Cause they got a second chance ,

To awaken their lost life from trance .

Those who were desperate ,

Life seems cruel to them .

But ,Was it their restlessness ?

Or did they also had a hand of fate ?

The other hand , the doomed one .

Well , it shouldn’t matter even here ,

Cause it’s inescapable ,

They lose their already lost life .

Lost in the unending hollowness ,

Consumed by the darkness ,

Eaten away by failure & loneliness ,

Destroyed by hopelessness .

It doesn’t matter ,

Whether we lose it or win it

Cause we all do suffer the same

Cuz life is as fickle as fame .

We may not be able to conquer it ,

We may not win it ,

But we can survive it ;

And we will survive it ….

We will survive it ……

Boys don’t cry

This is the most disgusting I have heard…

but why? even we are humans

but why? even we have emotions

but why? even we have a heart

but why? even we feel bad…

No!. You are boy, You should not cry

but why?


I agree that we don’t take matters that serious

but it does not mean that we don’t feel bad!


Ready to accept any issues! Why? Because we are boy

Can’t show emotions, because we are boys!.

don’t cry it’s just an accident! You should not cry

because you are a boy.


There was a ray of light ,

I don’t know how ?

I don’t why ?

What it said ?

What it meant ?

But there was a ray of light .

Creeping into my world of darkness

It was like the hope creeping in fearful minds

I never knew what it meant ,

Never understood what it said ,

Expanding at every step

There was the ray of light .

Like the harsh words that slices off the soul ,

Was the ray of light , slicing away my darkness .

Like the soft words that pacifies the mind ,

Was the ray of light , pacifying my mind .

I never understood , what it meant ?

But now there was a hope in my fearful mind

There’s that ray of light ,

Driving away the darkness ,once ruling my world

Just like the stillness driven away by the roar of noise

It was slowly leading my life towards the light

And, now

I knew what it meant !!

I understood what it said !!

That ray of light ,

Was none other than :

My hope of being alive ,

My hope of being free ,

My hope of being a bird ,

To fly high in the sky .


I failed ,

I just failed in the test of my life .

My dreams are shattering down ,

On the muddy filthy ground ,

Mixing with the dirt & filth

Carving a way for my head to tilt .

Forcing me to look at the PAST

When I made the decision at LAST

Thinking that ‘ HASTE WOULDN’T HELP ‘

But today hardly any difference it would MAKE

Thinking that the aim’s not too far ,

Covering the distance like the pace of the car .

Considering the aim as real ,

But actually , I did not see that it was just it’s visual .

Each passing moment makes me sad ,

My life’s really going too bad .

I failed my dreams

I failed my aims

And most importantly ,

I failed them , I failed all of them ..

I failed in the most important test of my life .

And today ,

I am ready to fail once again …

I will fail once again ….

I’m gonna fail my life ….

I’m gonna fail my life …..

if u like it and lemme know how was the poem ?
P.S. I would really like to know which were the lines that appeased ur heart the most .

Did u like the poem ??

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Hi! I am Bismala Zahid. I am a poet & a blog writer.i currently studied B.S ARCHITECTURE in NCA.