An Excerpt...

I think the best part about writing poems is the extrapolation, the exaggeration, the imagination. Prose very often restricts us, in that it forces us into details, methodically, albeit thoroughly. Poetry in essence gives a peek into the soul of the poet, at least the part of the soul that lived the poem. I for one am convinced that 'faking' it is easy, meaning, with a little imagination and loads of RomComs, you could write a pretty realistic poem of pining away in love.

The following lines are excerpts from a poem I wrote a few months back. If this is 'faked' or not, I'll let you people decide. What's the fun, otherwise! :P

From "Dawn and Dusk at the gates of Noon"

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She walked past, nay floated,
Took my will with her
The lock broke, Emotion sprung forth,
She let my will wither
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Three blinks hence, the moment passed
The sun too began to retreat
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That she was like a sun, not the poet's moo
Would to some seem strange
To Ignorance I say, even the Moon's beauty
Sometimes waxes and wanes
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Yet it was over, all too soon
Dawn and dusk at the gates of noon
...

This is one of my favourites, actually. The title is inspired by the Floyd album title, "The piper at the gates of dawn". The imagery of the line is beautiful. You can just imagine a huge, ornate door thati guards the dawn, opening with a small crack that then blows the door wide open. The crack of dawn, furthermore.