One of the hallmarks of poetry is that it is a unique language that combines and uses words to convey meaning and communicate ideas, feelings, sounds, gestures, signs, and symbols.

It is a language of wisdom because it speaks of the experiences and observations of human life and the universe around us. It is also a vehicle of thought, feeling, and spirit encased in words that are often very subtle, vague, mysterious, and have many levels of meaning. In fact, poetry can explode with meaning. The more you read and reread a poem, the more obvious it becomes. Poetry can reveal a lot to the reader, but it can also hide a lot.

The reality of poetry is often shrouded in mystery. Because poetry is often shrouded in mystery, its language sometimes feels very spiritual, and the human experience of it is like speaking in depth. The words themselves often mean something very different from what they say. For example, we constantly use word pictures to convey a thought, such as "It's raining heavily" or "I'm so hungry I could eat a cow." The people who read the words know that you are using figures of speech, and the words are meant to convey more than their literal value.

Along the same lines, because poetry is a language that uses words, words can often have several different layers of meaning below the surface. Poets are blacksmiths of the word, they always try to give the greatest possible meaning to each word they use in a poem. The vowel and consonant sounds in each word and how they combine with each other are also important.

The poet tries to achieve through the words of the verse what the painter hears with color in a work of art. Using poetic language, poets usually try to use words that sound soft and smooth and flow together comfortably when combined in verse. When the words sound in harmony, it creates a part musical and acoustic effect that pleases the reader's inner ear and is called euphony.

Always try to pay attention to the possible use by the poet of unusual comparisons, metaphors, symbols, images, or twists in the words used. Finding the deepest levels of meaning in the poetic language used in a poem is never a precise science. It is still a highly speculative art at best, and one in which you never know for sure if your interpretation is exactly correct. So take some time to learn all the literary techniques any poet could use, but in the end, trust your intuition and take heart.

The following is a poem that I wrote in which the intended meaning can be found at several different levels under the words used literally in the poem.

It is the luck of my dream to seek light

Which is hidden in the womb of the night

Very nice meeting someone, who is known

The morning star at the door of the dawn

The sun rips its placenta and goes high

The dark shouting and leaving with a sigh

My goddess of love with open wings seemed

And her smile like a fountain of love streamed

Her prestige attracted me feelingly

I wished her to smile in my arms willingly

I invited her as a pure lover

To pray in the love temple forever

The beauty knelt down for her like a slave

The kings clapped for her cortege in a wave

The Angeles sang hymns to her sanctity

All the prophets blessed by her chastity

Appeared, her bright sparkle winked in my eye

And my wink, winked at her wink, with defy

Again her light winked in my heart and run

I said, have mercy on me, oh my sun

It is shining and so burning your beam

Suddenly I woke up calm from my dream

I started looking for her everywhere

I wrote her a letter flew in the air

Sent from my person to an unknown name

Her address is ethics, virtue,

 and fame

This is the text of my longing letter

I wish she read it to know me better :

In the name of sacred love my heart waits

At the door of your heart, look for love baits

Come to the center of my heart, be brave

I just built your nest from a silky rave

Come love me and make me a real king

Cover me and caress me with your wing

Let me make you a timeless royal crown

Engrave you around my head up and down

Come to the throne, be my queen and my wife

Feed me pure love for the rest of my life

Please be a divine wine and let me drink

Please be a smiling eye and let me wink.

* Dr. Alan Asman, poet, I write poetry in five languages ​​and publish my poems on 20 literary sites around the world.

* I wrote this poem in a classic style and used poetic metrics, each verse has 10 syllables.