How to Write a Poem I wish you could tell me how you write poems since your hands cannot carry pencils anymore and you cannot keep your eyes open. Darkness throws light on my pupils; it shows me the way I can take without seeing where it will lead me. Darkness lifts my pencil and it draws for me beautiful scenes I never saw before. I’m slowly starting to understand the story the northeast wind told me on that morning when it caught me taking the first steps. I’m understanding how simple the tale is; how light the notes of this song. You don’t need much to write a poem: You only need long, sleepless nights; dark places you’ve never been; visits from strangers and dead friends; beautiful memories and live corpses waiting amidst hordes of stopped clocks; and the most beautifu...