Growing up, I’ve learned to hate poetry with a passion. Teachers would force it upon us, making it near impossible to interpret something someone wrote in a verse without being told what it REALLY means, as if the poet had spoken to them in person, telling them what it was all SUPPOSED to mean!
It’s only much later in my life, probably when I started blogging, that I gave poetry a second chance. I wanted to see if I’d appreciate it better now that, musically, rap was my favourite genre and you couldn’t possibly do rap without a good lyrical game.
This is when I discovered the incredible subjectivity of poetry. Its power over you when read at the right time, at the right moment, at the right place, was astonishing. The meaning you give the words is where the soul of poetry simply lies at! There’s never one way to appreciate poetry, it speaks to you on a spiritual level.
When I recently dove head first into my digital reading phase, one of the things that popped up in my recommendations where a bunch of free Kindle “Instagram” poem collections, many of which I’ve seen pass by my feed here and then in the past years too.
Let’s just say that I had a blast realizing that they just weren’t my thing. At. All.
This feature published at an undetermined frequency (weekly, bi-weekly, monthly, who knows) will present a couple of mini reviews on anything that isn’t a physical book that I own (ebooks, comic books, TV series or movies).
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Anything presented in this feature doesn’t necessarily mean that it won’t get a full-review treatment in the future. That will entirely depend on how much I loved it, how interested you are in hearing more on it, and how much I have to still say about it! 🤣
2am Thoughts by Makenzie Campbell.
I’m not sure how this was considered poetry by anyone but here we are. It is essentially a recap of one individual’s journey through a relationship from dusk to dawn (yep… it doesn’t focus only on 2 am thoughts).
Exploring the longing for love, the discovery of love, the downfall of love, the torment of loss, and the recovery from loss, this was a quick read that explored various formatting, from short sequences of “strategically” organized words to paragraphs, as the clock ticks away (although the journey takes place over multiple months).
Love Her Wild by Atticus Poetry.
This is where I started to conclude that these “Instagram” poetry collections were getting out of hand. For these to even be called poetry is a shame for newer generations. Not only does it employ extremely simple vocabulary and expressions, but it is also evokes nothing innovative in any way, shape, or form. Some pages offer some cute relatable verses-that-don’t-rhyme moments that you’ll want to use at some party to see how many people will be impressed by you, but otherwise, this collection of a mishmash of “poems” exploring love, loss, and everything in between, is nothing special at all.
The Dark Between Stars by Atticus Poetry.
As I was thinking that maybe I just didn’t give this Atticus guy enough of a chance, I picked up this one… And bang. I was convinced that most of his poetry just needs to be read at the right moment in your life for the reader to really find them inspirational. In fact, they often sound like motivational speeches, if not just fancy metaphors of finding the right person to love and of our inability to express the passion we have for that one person.
Uncaged Wallflower by Jennae Cecelia.
The interesting part of this collection is that it mostly tries to motivate the reader into spreading their wings and flying off, to not get locked down in doubts and fears.
Otherwise, many of these “poems” tend to struggle to be inspiring and remain mundane in their conception.
Dear Midnight by Zack Grey.
Split into three parts, this is a collection that attempts to illustrate the internal psychological struggle of moving on from a toxic relationship as you taint your life with the mistakes of the past. While some “poems” had a fun structure to them, despite their insanely short length (of maybe five words?), most of the time I came back to wondering how these got published…