I've written a bunch of poetry lately because we had to do it for English, so I thought I'd share! If anyone else has poetry they've written or would like to talk about poems they like, then go right ahead! We were given 10 prompts; I've done 7 of them. Prompt 1: This was a marginal poem, which mean it had to stay inside the margins of our paper. My teacher had 9 random words. She'd pick a word and we'd have to write a line of our poem, then we'd get the next word, write the next line, etc. It was very interesting, lol. The bold words are the words we were given. "Marginal Poem" A pattern emerged as time went on Emotions repeated like a circle Something glimmering would soon be lost As one love leaves, towards another one he crawls He was forced to wade through conflicting thoughts It became too easy for strong feelings to scatter If he thought at last this one will shine, he soon found he was wrong He felt like a snake had made a coil around his heart He couldn't help but let love fall Everyone else in the class had such different ones for that. For example the girl behind me had a funny one. It went from a bunch of people looking at a painting in a museum to an explosion killing them all Prompt 4: We had to pick from a packet. There were 6 prompts in the packet: write a poem in response to "This Is A Poem To My Son Peter"/write a poem to a parent about a time you felt punished/write a poem to someone you wrongly hurt, write a poem about what you would do if you were in charge of the world, create a poem in which each line has a different worry about procrastinating over something, describe a sunrise, write a poem like "Jabberwocky" using nonsense words, or write an apology in the form of a poem. I chose the sunrise. This is one of my favorites that I've ever written! "Sunrise" Morning’s first light shyly peeks above the trees It wakes and stretches, feeling the soft, cool breeze A field of tulips blooms in the sky On brand new wings, a bird soars high The darkest corners are touched by fingers of gold Shadows are chased away, warmth replaces the cold The sweet smell of spring floats on the air New life grows with uninhibited flair The moon lost the battle, the stars are now gone A new day has broken with the arrival of dawn Prompt 5: This one had to use a sound device to enhance the poem's mood or reflect the poem's subject. I used alliteration and rhyming to make it sing-songy! I had a lot of fun doing this one! "The Ham" Sally Simpson said to Sam, “Will we work on Wednesday’s ham?” He replied, “I hope so, hun; Dinner dare not be badly done.” They toiled tremendously, side by side, Preparing the perfect pork they had eyed. Everything ended up easy and fine And soon all acquaintances had arrived at nine. Happily they took up ten table spots Waiting for dinner and Sally’s dress daubed with dots. She straightened her hair and smiled her best, Joyfully holding the ham and joining the rest. Promptly she tripped, she tumbled, she tipped! Shoes had sneakily out from under her slipped. Food was forgotten as friends had a laugh; Sally sat and sulked without as much as a half. Prompt 6: This was a cool one. We had to pick any word, then brainstorm a list of words that relate by sound, not meaning. Then we had to pick 6 or 7 of those from the list and use them in a poem with the original word in the title. The bold words are the words that came from the original word, ocean. I really like this one. The dots are in place of spaces. I made it look like water with line 1 being tabbed 1 space, line 2 tabbed 2 spaces, line 3 tabbed 1, line 4 tabbed 0, line 5 tabbed 1, etc. so it gave the effect of flowing water. But I can't do that here "Ocean Night" Open, vast, still, and black, .....It reflects a twinkling jewelbox. ..........Dark waters quietly lap the shores. .....White foam rushes in, pulls out In calm, never-ending motion, and .....One lone boat sways in the waves. ..........The little town sleeps in silence but .....Peaceful emotions are soon to end. The horizon is alight, burning .....With red fires that spell an omen. Prompt 8: We had to go to www.magpo.com. You know those boards with all the little words as magnets that you can make into stories? Well, it's that, but online. There are six "kits" with specific words for you to choose from. I picked the artist kit! "imagination" ink silhouette on the pad a woman captured in color the artist draws her with fiery passion an angel is coming alive paint strokes compose a vivid dream imagination creates beauty in his empty life Prompt 9: This was an acrostic, but not any normal acrostic! We had to pick any word, then use each letter to begin a word that had to do with the original poem. Then we had to write the poem using those words as is. My word was waterfall. "Waterfall" Whitewater fills the deep pool, the Aqueous giver and sustainer of all. The Torrent twists, it turns, it snakes around rocks, as Ever-flowing as the river of life. Rushing and gushing, it’s a beautiful sight. Falling constantly, it can’t be stopped. Azure water is crystal clear as it storms from Lofty heights. Luxurious paradise lies in its mist. Prompt 10: For this one, we could write anything. This one was inspired by me reading too much about forensics/crime lately and by ancienttomb describing bones as "white as snow" over in the Have you ever dissected an animal? [like in biology class?] thread! "Snow-White" They lie forgotten Lost, exposed In the city life moves on As one life lies frozen in time Her screams faded years ago Her killer faded into time She disappeared one night But no one looked And no one found A red rose blooms Alone On the spot where her body fell Its petals dyed in the scarlet blood that was spilled The bones lie forgotten Lost, exposed Dirty, grimy Blackened But crimson glows amidst the gloom One day someone will find the rose One day someone will find the rose There are 3 prompts that I haven't done yet. 2 was to write a poem modeled after "Mother to Son." Give advice about something to someone who needs it; use an extended metaphor. Focus on free and creative choice and extension of the metaphor. 3 told us to use a central symbol to write a poem about a choice you've made or will make. And 7 said write a "portrait" poem about somebody, real or fictitious. Use words to enhance your tone towards that person. I mite do 7 about Greg Sooo I'd like to hear what ya'll think about my poems! Also if anyone's written any of their own, feel free to post! And discussion of famous poems is welcome, too!
HOLY CRAP, JEFF...youre freaking talented!!! keep up the good work! i`d share mine...but as therapy...my ex boyfriend thought it would be a good idea that i throw my emo poetry notebook away...haha
Jeff...can I just say I love you to death right now?! *fiddles with braid* If only you were less bi, and there was not the 10 (or 11?) year age split between us...*remembers she has a boyfriend* Crap. Oh well. It wouldn't work out anyway. {Since a vague disclaimer is nobody's friend...no, I'm not hitting on you or flirting with you.:lol: } Here's some of Nikka's jibberish... December: Morning sun with whispers of winter light only leaves me wanting you-- night brings the cold truth Our favorite house was always more than that, full of comfort beneath your words We could never make it to work on time But people change and rooms fall through Love keeps watch when every day risks rain Eh...I'll be leaving now. *runs to hide under bed* And yes, I like your stuff
Well, I can analyze poetry six ways to Sunday but to be perfectly honest, I can't stand writing it, myself. Probably cause I'm really no good at it. :lol: However, I do have to say that I enjoy reading the occasional poem and Jeff, I particularly enjoyed "Ocean Night." Excellent use of imagery. Anyways, since there's no way in hell I'm gonna post my crappy, sometimes-alcohol-induced poetry, I'll share two of my all time favorite poems: William Shakespeare - Sonnet 29 When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. Percy Bysshe Shelley - Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
OMG Jeff, your poetry rocks! I love reading other people's poetry! I saw "the Outsiders" the other day on A&E and Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay" was recited: Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay. These are some of my friend's poems: Creativity Creativity To show who I am Through song Through music Through writing That lets me fly free Perseverance Keeps me from Throwing away What is destined For me Kindness Is to show How open I am To the world And rarely have it returned Remembrance Of the best times Of my life Help me live life To the very fullest Laughter Like colorful butterflies Soaring sky high In my spirit Ican't I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t do this to myself. I can’t. I know I shouldn’t think like this, but I do I don’t want to. I look at you, and then look away I’m so confused, yet I know it all. Thousands of thoughts race through my head. I never wish to dwell. I never wished to feel this way. I don’t know who to confide in. then there's more here
Nice poems It's really not my thingy. Oh god I didn't hate anything more in Finnish classes than poetry analysis. It's just not my thing.
I love Sonnet 29. Probably because I was brainwashed with it from High School and until now, in Literature. lol. And Percy Bysshe Shelley also has a wonderful poem, "To the West Wind". My favorite popular poem is from Robert Frost: "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. And here is one of mine: "Bittersweet Symphony" Intertwining fingers beneath the sultry melody, ... I confuse fiction from reality. A strong slap of arguable cologne - reminds a feeling I should condemn- stirs awake from its shallow grave, dug out of a feeble fork and uncontrollable misty eyes. Exposed breaths tickling, Parting emotions over the crashing tidal wave... Who could you save? When the symphony's bittersweet tirade escapes the recesses of your thirsty bloodstream, and you drown in a pool of misty eyes and twining fingers... in a passion- that would, could never linger. Ever. Most of my poems are here, if anyone's interested.
Woah. Those poems are great! I like the Ocean Night and the Snow-White. I like reading poetry but not analysing it. It's just not my thing. It's very impressive, Jeff!
All the other poems you all have posted are great! I WROTE ANOTHER ONE! Problem is, I don't know which prompt to use it for, cuz it matches with two of them... "The Wall" The Wall “Climb over the wall,” they told me “You’ve gotta stop staring at it,” they said, “Just go.” But the wall is high, so very high, And who knows what lies on the other side? I want to know Yet I am afraid. What I’ve been waiting for all my life could be Right in front of me, But the first step is the hardest. I know what they’re telling me is what I should do So why don’t I just go? I stand at the bottom, A lifetime rising above me. I’ve got to ignore all that’s in my head All the worries, all the fears, And go. YAY SYMBOLISM!!!
I found myself wandering Alone; I was in the cold I had no one to talk to Felt my life was on hold Through the pain and suffering I know I'll make it thorugh I wipe my tears from my face It was something I had to do I hide my face From the world For no one to see But I only know That I'm the one Who could set her free Lying, crying, slowly dying The pain the I am now defying The words I thought would never secrete From my lips, for now they speak For she has left It was for the best The clouds now disappear My mind, my heart, and now my soul Are now under my own control As for the sun Now It shines My heart's no longer cold Though she's gone I can go on And so the truth is told ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is more of a song. But here: I found myself wandering In a sea of emptyness I could not see I could not breathe I want to be free I look around To find a way out But the emptyness Is slowing me down It's choking me Every second that passes How could this be? I don't wanna lose my faith In me But it's getting tighter And it wont go I'm crying out I'm screaming no, no, no Everything's fading right before my eyes I'm giving up No, no, no It's getting tighter... The further it pulls The tighter it gets The harder I try But it's useless I wish it would stop In this emptyness Before I let go My life is such a mess But then I see a light A little ahead I swim towards it But it pulls back I'm fighting my own The light's getting close I feel so liberated Then the light disappears And I'm alone once more But it's getting tighter (x3) And it wont go I'm crying out I'm screaming no, no, no Everything's fading right before my eyes I'm giving up (x8) No, no, no It's getting tighter... I'll find more when I can. Tell me what you think!
Wonderful poetry people... this coming from a person who'd rather do anything but poetry... all these lovely poems have compelled me to share mine (forced from me for Gr.10 English).... ah well, enjoy, and feel free to comment Life Always flowing, moving starting lively and loud, propelled by your choices, constantly moving forward to a joyous staccato, jumpy and playful, lightly dancing over notes of happiness, tripping and falling through grace notes and glissandos. Slightly slowing to start studies, stumbling though standard scales, continuous, repetitive, increasingly difficult, speeding up, jumping joyously though keys, the time has come no more studies! Now the tone becomes more somber, Steady marcato marches play, stiff, unyielding time, dressed in dreary tone, never slowing, never speeding. Smoothly slowing to soft serenades, filled with happiness, joy, and love, floating, drifting, softening, into silent stillness. ***************************************** Glorious It Is The water droplets falling down from the sky And beginning their wandering down The slippery slope Trickling they drip and drop, Landing with a sonorous plop! Glorious it is to see Great lakes in the south Spread amongst hills of green Glorious it is to see Glorious it is to see Every droplet cascading down Breaking into graceful flight Glorious to see them drop Over the cliff and into space To the river down below They fall with gleaming grace Glorious it is to see Glorious it is To see them flow In the valley far below They roil in rapid through the rocks Around which they gather in eddies Constantly flowing unto the sea Glorious it is to see Glorious it is To see the mists rising from the Earth Returning to the sky. Freely they rise into the sunlit sky When the sunlight hits them, They sparkle like tiny jewels Suspended in the sky. Glorious it is When a rainbow fills the sky ********************************* Ode Riding the waves They suddenly dive, And slip beneath the turquoise sea, Down to the depths of darkness They plunge powerfully. Playfully chasing each other, And rising to the surface of the sea Jumping high from the water In leaps filled with joy Diving again, Hidden by glittering waves. ********************************* Day I walk from the water, After a swim under the sun, Delighted for it was such fun. From my bag I pluck a book, To read while enjoying the music of the sea. I walk to home for dinner, And think to dessert, Which shall it be? Apple pie, or chocolate covered ice cream, For me? The sunset orange-red, Above the sea, Slides lower and lower, Beckoning the world To a silent sleep.
These poems were written over two years ago. I haven't been able to find any of my new. Light When I was sad, you were there to pick me up. When I tripped and fell right on my face, you came up guided me along. You showed me what is right and what is wrong. You told me two wrongs don't make a right yet I ignored and found out for myself. You made my cry You made me fell like I wanna die Yet Because you did this, I am stronger. You are my light. The darkness may come and hide my face but you will come and wipe it away and pull me free. I want to thank you. My light. --- My Vision Is Blurry Tears fill blue hues And fall towards the ground And when they fall I will become A distant memory No more will I be me Instead, I'll be a memory It all happens in slow motion The tear falls from my chin and races past my hand It's falling towards my feet "Stop!" I would yell But that is all behind The future and my vision Is blurry. -- Clueless To Their Worlds I used to be happy I used to laugh I used to be everything you wanted Now Everything Is Gone I don't understand I'm so clueless So why don't you help me? Should I sit here and stare Pretending everything is okay? NO! I WILL NOT! It's just that I'm so damn clueless to their worlds Someone hold me And keep me there. -- I Swim Through Your Veins I swim through your vains. Swim Swim Swim The waters inside of you aren't free They're locked and wont let me get to your heart I must know why you are hurt Swim Swim Swim I told you! I can't get in! Open up I'm not a disease I'm your medication I will heal your wounds Even if that means that will take forever I have time Do you? Yes! You do! Don't ever stop believing in yourself If you do Then I will have to do all the work I don't want to do that So Let me swim Swim Swim Swim Damnit I told you! Your heart is locked. Please These tears That fall from my eyes Aren't cause I'm happy that you are sad It's because I am sad I miss you. I miss the person I used to love. Do you know how many times I had wished for you to be happy? So please Let me swim and enter your heart. -- Is Sorry Enough? Is Sorry Enough? Is it? Is sorry enough? I didn't mean to hurt you I swear! I just wanted to tell you the truth. WAIT! PLEASE JUST LISTEN! DON'T TURN AWAY! Too Late Damnit Please Save me from my own hell Just look at me one more time Look at me and see my red eyes See that my hands are cut and are bleeding I am desperate Don't think of me as a memory I am with you I want to be there I want to see I want to believe But... It's all gone Sorry isn't enough I wish sorry meant more Maybe more as in money or love But, I haven't gone none Instead I have fear Please take it and lock it up in a box. I don't want to see it anymore. Now I cry And these Rivers Are for you Don't waste them Swim and drink them For Sorry isn't enough --
silly scribbles...these are so damn old... for my lover you lie as only you could tonguing the void with overly elaborate language always the one to leave when things get ugly for my lover, part 2 i felt your knife rip me there beneath my skin hot iron a thousand times over you could not make me cry --------------------------------- My thoughts on all y'all's writing: <333 Question for Charisma: what is your definition of "emo?" (Your notebook) Mine is along the lines of emo-bands, for example The Cure, Morrisey, more "modern" Death Cab, Bright Eyes, Ben Folds. Ehh...I am being random again. Hm...I will go away now.
I found this thread from like one year ago and decided my poems go here. Right? MUSIC Breathing A pulse Cut them off and it withers and dies Soul Rhythm Can't be born without them Knowledge Inspiration Smarter than smart, wiser than wise Feeds on your emotion Takes in your surroundings It becomes you Overpowers you Haydn Mozart Schubert Holst Bach Beethoven Brahms Handel Chopin They all couls see its soul Armstrong Basie Ellington Fitzgerald Gillespie Holiday Joplin They all could feel its flow Adagio Allegro Andante Decrescendo Maestoso Fortissimo Pianissimo Retardando Staccio Ways it moves It walks Runs Trots Flies The deaf can hear it The mute can make it speak Breathing with the mouths of flutes Its voice speaking with strings and reeds While inside it rings The bells of clarinets Trombones Horns Trumpets Tubas Recorders Oboes Sousaphones Cornets Bassoons Baritones And euphoniums Beats with the rhythmic pulse of glockenspiels Timpanis Bells Xylophones Bass drums Castanets Cymbals Gongs Snare drums Tambourines And triangles Part of everyone and everything Links the world with one strong chord