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Poetry is definitely not in vogue right now. Although, one of my classmates publishes – a collection of his poems and the poems of two other poets; and, in my opinion, the poems are absolutely talentless. In general, various friends usually provide great help here.

I don't have friends like that. Ann promised to try and get my poems published in St. Petersburg, but it seems she's busy with her own problems right now. And I don't have any connections in our city.

Yes, it’s a problem. But, in reality, it’s probably possible to manage without them!
Although I haven’t tried publishing my own work yet (I also write, but I prefer prose), so I don’t know how difficult it actually is...
But if you think about how many “young talents” we have here, it becomes clear that the chances of getting published are quite low...
You can also try posting poems on some self-publishing websites. Maybe something will come of it; but I don’t really believe in them.

I don't believe it either. I have trouble with prose – I start, but then I give up. I lack the patience to finish things. But I have tons of ideas. Never mind, I'll do self-publishing and distribute it among my acquaintances.

Well, generally, that's normal :) I've been writing one book for four years now... and I still can't finish it :), largely because I'm starting to write more professionally (improving my skills :)) and rewriting old parts... And the work is taking longer. I also have a ton of ideas :)
I've written some poems, but I prefer prose.

But I haven't written anything new for a long time. Inspiration has completely disappeared due to constant work. Maybe by the new year, I'll gather my new poems and create a fourth collection. Although there aren't many of them yet...

Silvanis, I understand you so well!!! :) The same thing happens to me: I write a chapter, and after some time, I look at it and think, "What nonsense is this??" and rewrite it from scratch. This has been happening to me for over five years! :) I'm starting to think that I won't be able to write a decent book until I'm 30-40 years old, when I have more life experience.

Exactly the same :) Due to a lack of life experience, sometimes you have to skip a lot; you look at many things differently after a year...
Anyway, only God knows when our books will see the light of day! :)

Same here. When I reread my first poems, I'm horrified. It's utter nonsense, and even worse. That's why I can't seem to finish writing three poems. When I look at the beginnings, I completely lose the desire to continue.

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...
I'm trying to write poetry... rarely, but it SEEMS not terrible (though not very good!).
And here's what I'll say – a poem is written ONLY when there is inspiration... otherwise – it's just bad writing.

Hey, how about we create a thread where we can post our creations (or links to them) and discuss what we like (or don't like)? We can also keep the philosophy discussions separate from off-topic conversations.
I've noticed that we're getting quite a few people here... :)

Inspiration is important, but writing poetry is also hard work. It's when everything is going well, but the last rhyme just won't fit, and you have to rewrite everything from scratch. Here's a poem about poets:
In the soul of a poet, the light of bright stars is reflected,
And above the poet rises an invisible bridge.
The fate of a poet is very simple:
To live, to die.
But there is a soul, a huge soul:
He must sing.
He is above the vanity of the world,
He is the light of God.
He is a man, a simple man,
But he is a poet!
He has chosen a path, and he moves forward,
Leading people.
And only death will interrupt his flight,
But he is stronger.
He is just a poet, and that says it all,
He must sing.
He is just a poet, and it is his destiny:
To live, to die.

And another one:
The path of a poet.
In a tight loop of his own dreams,
The poet hangs on the tree of knowledge.
Far from darkness, light, and suffering.
In a tight loop of his own dreams.
Drowned in written verses,
The poet lies at the bottom of the Bay of Words.
He is just a poet, and nothing else is given to him.
Drowned in written verses.
Shot down with fragments of rhymes,
The poet fell into the swamp of pleasures.
He forgot about the purpose of life and aspirations,
Shot down with fragments of rhymes.
He was quartered with a set of phrases,
And thrown as an example to those who will come after.
He was not a god, he was not omnipresent,
And he was quartered with a set of phrases.
The poet who died, but was not defeated,
Left behind fear, doubts, and vanity.
He carries with him his last dream,
The poet who died, but was not defeated.

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...
I'm trying to write poetry... rarely, but it SEEMS not terrible (though not very good!).
And here's what I'll say – a poem is written ONLY when there is inspiration... otherwise – it's just bad writing :(

As Gogol once said – "to write, just like to write – you should only do it when you can't hold it in anymore":D

What is currently being published? Detective stories? That’s a shame. I would like to see something new from a science fiction writer.

Yeah, Tolkien ;) Literature is a great thing! And so is music. But no one understands me! :( They ask me what my favorite music is, and I answer, "Ava Maria," "The Seasons," and the works and operas of Rimsky-Korsakov... and they laugh at me. They say I'm old-fashioned.