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How to Write Poems That Move People
This podcast offers advice on writing impactful poems, emphasizing the importance of universal themes and unique expression. It suggests focusing on creating strong imagery and aesthetically pleasing structure, while avoiding clichés. The ideal poem should evoke emotions and reflection, ultimately prompting the reader to take action. There are three essential components of a poem: impact, imagery, and aesthetics, highlighting a progression from thoughts to feelings, reflection, and ultimately, action.
Questions this podcast answers:
- What impact should a poem have on its audience?
- How do imagery and aesthetics contribute to a poem’s effect?
- What are the key elements for creating impactful and original poetry?
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12 Ways To Write A Great Poem, And How To Inspire Your Reader To Action: HERE
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Our mission with FutureSTRONG Academy – to grow children who respect themselves, their time and their capabilities in a world where distractions are just a click or a swipe away.
I see myself as an advocate for bringing social, emotional and character development to families, schools and communities. I never want to let this idea out of my sight – Our children are not just GPAs. I’m a Writer and a Certified Master Coach in NLP and CBT. Until 2017, I was also a Big Data Scientist. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel. Namasté.
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Rachana Nadella-Somayajula,
Program Director & Essential Life Skills Coach for Kids and Busy Parents
Poetry
Human life without some form of poetry is not human life but animal existence. ~ Randall Jarrell
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