You’re a poet and Daniel Tysdal is about to show it. Daniel will walk you through his writing process to showcase the Power of …
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You’re a poet and Daniel Tysdal is about to show it. Daniel will walk you through his writing process to showcase the Power of …
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Itch
I identify itch.
Constant scratches to cure it now.
Why it isn't going away?
Repeated rubbing burns my skin now.
Why there's so much of irritation?
No more scrubbing, it bleeds now.
Why it's spilling everywhere I try to catch?
Cut deepens, it's a flesh wound now.
Is there no way to stop it?
No answers, the screams inside ripping me now.
I have a solution for itch.
Two pieces of me, none of them alive now.
I don't have a poem
I don't have a song
I just wanted to say, excelent talk
Bing bang bong
Vsauce and Shakespeare's nephew 😂 0:40
Life is so fragile, yet not for the timeless one,
Witnessed kingdoms to empire — all risen and gone.
Unfazed by the numbers of years as it ticks,
Century feels like a day — goes by so quick.
This comment section is so loving like my cup of coffee warming my soul
Wonder what life becomes
When you don't dream
Wonder what dreams become
When you don't live
Wonder what life becomes
When you don't dream
Wonder what dreams become
When you don't live
This talk beautifully captured the healing power of poetry—so moving.
I could’ve then, I cannot now. Losing you without a vow.
Even though it’s been just a day, I think of you with just dismay. What if he is there, not I? Telling you to say goodbye.
I could’ve then, I cannot now. Losing you without a vow. I didn’t know what you meant to me, get him gone or set me free.
Thank you so much Daniel
super
I took a cup of tea,
watching the same old tree through the window.
Its branches barely moved
just like my thoughts swirling through my head.
I complained to him,
my words heavy with things unsaid.
He looked at me,
and with quiet certainty,
he said,
"You are a broken record,
playing the same sad tune over and over."
Even the tree stood still,
unbothered by my words,
like stars reflected on the surface of a river—
silent, distant, untouched by my thoughts.
This is a beautiful reminder that poetry can be a lifeline, helping us make sense of our experiences and connect with ourselves and others on a deeper level. It's not about perfection, but about authentic expression. I'm feeling inspired to pick up my pen again!
It's comforting to see so many sharing their hearts through poetry; a powerful reminder that vulnerability is strength and that even in our darkest moments, there's beauty to be found. This video is an encouragement to keep searching for those words, for ourselves and for others.
The silence pricked my throat making me speechless,
Just like a bird trapped in a burning cage ,extremely hopeless.
That gentle smirk on your face as bright as a sunflower swaying in a bright weather
But the paleness in that face made it wither
Your favorite canvas and the paintbrushes still waiting to be picked
They however couldn't realize ,those hands won't come back again,forever slipped
From the clutches of the canvas and the cricket bat
To somewhere unknown where the phantoms rely
those who see but aren't seen high up in the endless sky
However your presence still lies..
Within my mind in silent yet painful cries
this very poem is something I wrote for my brother who passed away from blood cancer.Your video made me create something from what I crave for.I came to this video as I got a poetry writing tmrw and I really am not a poetic individual .Thank you so much Mr Daniel not only you helped me find my own creativity but making me cherish and remember someone very close to my heart💟
This is a powerful reminder that poetry can be a lifeline, a way to navigate the complexities of life and find meaning in our experiences. I'm inspired to pick up my pen again and explore the depths of my own story.
In you I see
Something special
You got the courage to fight
When nothing seems
Normal and right
But still you glow
Like the moon in the night
This talk is a reminder that everyone has a story worth telling, and poetry can be the key to unlocking and understanding it. Thank you for sharing the power of words and the courage they can inspire. The vulnerability in this comment section is a testament to the healing power of poetry itself.
This is a beautiful reminder of the power of poetry, not just as an art form, but as a tool for healing and understanding ourselves. Thank you for sharing this perspective.
Thank you for the teachings
This talk is a beautiful reminder that poetry isn't just about fancy words, but about finding a way to express the messy, beautiful truth of being alive. Thank you for sharing this and inspiring us to create.
Thank you so much for this video. Very interesting.
This talk reminds me that poetry isn't about perfection, but about finding the words to express what's inside, even if it's messy. Thank you for the encouragement to keep writing, no matter what.
2 mins in im really bored
My eyes start to weep upon my bed. A lost soul deep within my head. A heavy weight, of a near and limited time. Oh god, help me. I dread to face this last unknown chime. (Not sure how good this was.)
It was very instructive
"Walked alone in rain,
Soaked in tears of pain,
I looked for love in vain,
Found a heart with a broken chain.
I danced in rain again,
Searching for love with no strain,
Found a smile that shone like a gain,
Healed my heart from love's sharp pain.
Stepped into love in open rain,
Felt the warmth of love's sweet refrain,
Dropped my fears like an autumn strain,
Embraced the love with no more pain.
Now I again walked through the rain,
Not alone, I walked with love in the rain,
Together we laughed, and danced, and played in the rain,
My heart shined brighter, with no more pain.
I spun, and twirled in rain,
My heart was now sustained,
Forever and always, I thought my heart would get the sweetest gain.
"And finally she again left me with pain,
Now I walked alone through rain,
Now I felt something different,
I walked with a calm, peaceful heart,
The rain washes away my torn apart,
No sorrow, no tears, no heart's sharp strain,
Just the sound of rain, and my footsteps' refrain.
The rain fell hard, but I stood tall,
No pain, no heartache, I've learnt to let go of it all,
I walked alone,
but I'm not alone in pain,
I knew,I'm free to move on,
and love again."<3
one of the greatest
Great job !
here’s mine
his smile
warming me inside
him in the room
brights my eyes
his smile i love
yet he knows my flaws
i warm up inside
touching his lips
knowing hes mine
This man is the reincarnation of Shakespeare
alliteration and assonance
It was very interesting
Thank you very much so much for this video. Very instructive.
Sometimes I blame myself for loaning my friend money to get his laptop out of the pawnshop so he could go in a tech job interview. He he overdosed 2017 New Year’s Eve. We can’t blame ourselves for the bad choices other people make. He was my favorite person to play guitar with . RIP Mike S.
The girl, she was trying to become, is the one she made herself now.
The stronger she became, the lonely she got.
The scars, she tried to hide, became the shield to protect her.
The amount of blood she lost, the more fierce she became.
Misunderstood by the world, making her own kingdom, to become the fearless queen.
Remember she is going to rise through the ashes to burn down everything.
Having the thought of nothing left to loose, nothing is going to make her bleed.
When you already write poetry but you just come here to make you sure you are doing it ok
Very interesting
Potent with art
Confident from the start
You laughed always
You joked always
You rolled your eyes often
You saw things unspoken
Oh, my lighthearted friend
Kept your smile till the end
Even when your skull was broken
Your soul remained unbroken
Your heart open
Thank you very much.
Very informative
Thank you very much so much for this video. It was very informative.