I began writing in middle school, and I remember that the experience was humbling. For some reason kids have this notion that they can pick up a pen and whatever comes out makes them a writer. So imagine my surprise when my early attempts at poetry were outright horrible. I learned a lot of bout dedication in the beginning.
We know this person as Clara Nicole on AllPoetry.
They feel that the LNP Poets are…
some of the best writers I’ve found on AP.
and has gained a lot of inspiration from reading their work.
The most valuable experience re their time in LNP:
The incredible inspiration I get from many of the other writers
You can read her poetry at:
Allpoetry & Poets of Lates Blog
Get to know our spotlight poet by reading our LNP Spotlight Profile Below…
Name : Kimberly
Where do you Live…
Quite possibly the most uninspiring state in the US, but I make do.
Screen Name: Clara Nicole
Origin of S/N: It’s my middle name.
How long on-line: a few years
How long in LNP: 4 months
Age : 19
Receptionist at my college
Current college student
Few People know that you are interested in:
I couldn’t possibly choose a favorite.
Another very difficult question. Honestly I love most of the classics, but I’d have to say my favorite book is one I found when I was younger. Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block. I learned a lot from her use of figurative language, and her haunting phrasing has just sort of stuck with me over the years.
Top 5 interests / hobbies outside of poetry…
1) Spending time with my little brother is my favorite thing in the world to do. That kid means everything to me. Reading. Anything and everything.
2) Reading. Anything and everything. I enjoy painting, am not very skilled at it, but enjoy it all the same.
3) I enjoy painting, am not very skilled at it, but enjoy it all the same.
4) Music in general. Every genre except country.
System of a Down
Not sure I have a favorite. I prefer the darker ones though.
I prefer vegetables to any other type of food. I know, it’s weird.
Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton
Call me a cliché, but my favorite famous poem is
Anabel Lee by: Poe.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.n
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
I also love
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet xvii.
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
If you could meet any poet, who would it be?
I’d have to build a time machine and go back to the 1840’s so I could meet Poe.
What made you choose that poet?
His work has been a huge source of inspiration to me over the years. He had a way of finding just the perfect mixture of dark and romantic, had your heart smiling while he butchered it.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” -Ernest Hemingway
Top websites you would recommend…
Allpoetry.com is the best one I’ve found for writers.
I am the proud owner of a dragon, though sadly he does not appreciate my poetry.