I Write, Therefore, I Live discussion

Share your poems!

That Sweet Smell
Freshly clipped from their stems and arranged
Are flowers galore from floral shops
There are carnations and chrysanthemums
Tulips and hydrangeas
Irises and daffodils
Lilacs, lilies and queen and lace
Rhododendron
Poppy and goldenrod
Lady’s-slipper, violet
And roses
Red, pink, and white
Obscuring the closed casket

A Glass Dove
A Glass Dove
Once clear as air
Slowly became Obsidian
darker than a crow at night.
She strived to fly, to soar,
To glide withthe rest.
and yet,
She remained near the ground.

One day she just stopped;
Gave up trying to soar.
and fell quickly down,
Shattering on the floor.

Her wings were now gone,
Her tail in a mess.
They patched her up,
but she could not heal
Until she was once more Glass.

Time passed and nothing changed,
She hid her jagged edges
and tried not to be in pain.

But then one day it happened;
She became once more Clear,
And banished were the sharp aches
Of her Obsidian Years.
She was happy, she was hopeful
And tried once more to fly.

She succeeded, yes she did,
but it was as if she were a Wright,
for her flight was short lived.
and when it was over,
She again turned black as night.

Now this is where she rests,
Almost too alone to survive
While others pray for her,
And hope she can once more be
A Glass Dove.

The Lonely Men
A lonely man
On a lonely road
Stops by a pond.
Hopping in fully clothed,
The man shouts
And releases his joy
To all the world.

From all the houses
In all the towns
Come the children,
So they can know
The reason for his shout.

He calls to them,
"I am free
And you will be too,
If you just join me!"

Some of the children,
They went home.
Others stayed,
But only to watch.
And yet others still,
stripped of their clothes
and plunged in with the man,
rightfully so.

The swam and they laughed,
each to their own,
Until they drifted
And were all alone.

They got out of the pool,
gathered their clothes,
but they never went home,
Each becoming
A lonely man
On a lonely road.

Ugh. I'm not good at poetry. I can write, but I'm not good at poetry. I'll try though.
Poetry (noun)-art of rhythmical composition
(hopefully Marley won't see that)

((Is haiku okay? Sorry if it doesn't make sense.))

Love
Love does not envy.
For all love will always stay.
Love is never doubt.

Haikus are fine. :) I actually have a few of my own. One is about a squirrel.

Cool. Mine sucked. That one I did looks so weird. *thinks about deleting it*

NO! *yoda* Delete it, you will not.

Huh? Is that,
"YES! Delete it! I was waiting for you to say that!" or
"No! You should let people criticize your work! It'll help you learn to write better."
or
"I don't feel like making sense."

Geek speak, I like.

I meant keep it.

I created this topic without the intent of people critiqing... but if you want yours critiques, all you have to do is say so...
Oh, BTW if you want, you guys can critique mine.

Veronica. Veronica B! wrote: "I created this topic without the intent of people critiqing... but if you want yours critiques, all you have to do is say so...
Oh, BTW if you want, you guys can critique mine."

Okay. We'll try. Of course, there'll probably be nothing to critique. *looks at poems again*
I don't know how to critique poetry! Sorry! I would if I knew how.

Lauren wrote: "Geek speak, I like.

I meant keep it. "

Okay. Just got confused. Again.

lol it's k

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb...*trails off*

What's after that again?

Maybe I should stop singing. I think Veronica wanted us to talk about poetry.

*hums quietly*

yikes!

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...

Arthur wrote: "yikes!"

hehe. If that was my singing, i'll stop. just got a song stuck in my head...

Here is one of mine. I may be brave and post more at a later time:

Every morning,
I am awestruck
by the palette of colors
from the rising of the sun.
They are brilliant and bold,
yet soft and gentle
at the same time.
There are reds,oranges,blues,
yellows, pinks, and purples
sweeping across the sky.

The mountain peaks
are of a purplish color.
The mountains stand there
majestically daring anything,
except astral objects
in the sky,
to be higher than them.
The peaks stand with
a snowy layer that lasts most of the year.

As we head grocery shopping,
the car gets closer and
nearer to the mountains.
The ride is a crap shoot
whether you will come back alive.
It whirls and twirls like girls
throwing a baton.
The thoroughfare also undulated
like a roller coaster.
Some guy is passing us on the
path at a much too dangerous speed.

As we go further and further
up the mountain,
we see a beautiful green covering of trees.
Pine trees abound,
with their sharp, little green needles
in a swirling pattern around the trees.
There are also the pine cones
with tan layers upon dark brown undercoats
in a somewhat triangular shape.
The aroma will make your sense of smell purr.
These trees go higher and higher
up the mountain,
but they are not near the peaks.

As we head back to the house,
there is the sun going down.
Once again there are a multitude
of spectacular colors.
There were blues, purples,
grays, pinks, oranges, and reds.
They form a swirling motion
much like stirring
the dough for cookies.

We returned home safe and sound.
I did what I have been
trying to do all day: respire.
It is hard to inhale
from higher elevation,
and as much as I try,
I never find a good breath of air.
I loved seeing my sister.
It was really a blast,
but I'd rather breathe than stay.

Randi

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Thank you, Lauren.

WHOA! That is good! How did you ever think of that? I would think of the first line, and not kno1w

Sorry. My baby sister got to the computer. Anyway, I would not know what to write after the first line. As everyone knows, I am SO BAD at poetry.

Ahh...I actually feel like I'm there.

Thank you, Anuhea. Everyone said I needed to be more descriptive in my poetry, so this is my first attempt at giving more detail.

You can see any of my other poetry in my profile. It is not nearly as descriptive.

Really? I loved it! I could feel it all. See it all!

I really need to calm down before people think I have some kind of problem...

Perpendicularandi wrote: "You can see any of my other poetry in my profile. It is not nearly as descriptive."

*goes to look at Perpenicularandi's poetry*

D:

Did you go to mine?

Yeah. I think I told you which one I like. I LOVE Thoughts of a Bookworm. I also really like Emotion Poems.

XD

do you have anything in your Writings?

I have one story. That's about it. I'll put another story on soon.

:)

Alliterations I did in Language Arts:
Karate kicking koalas kidnap kind kingdom kitchen keepers.

Religious rabbits repair responsible resident restaurant restrooms.

I'm working on hyperboles, and it's kinda hard. My theme is zoo animals, and it's HARD!

Hmm, what are hyperboles?

Hyperbole (noun)-an exaggeration of the truth.

Ah. I see. Guess what?

I've learned a few different words today! Hyperbole, evanescent, and beguiling! And one other one, that I can't remember right now...

I've never been good at poetry since I read Dr. Seuss, although I was a kid fan. Mary Had A Little Lamb is not as bad as . . . Beautiful Baboon Ballerina . . . Biking Backwards . . . Black Bug's Banana Boxes. I can't remember the rest. Ugh, I'll have to go to the library and check it out.

Guess what?! Guess what, everyone!! I have poems to put! Here they are:
Personification:
The gift shop door squealed with delight.

Four line rhymes:
#1:
It is now hunting season,
We are hunting for a duck.
We only want one for the zoo,
But we're going to need a lot of luck!
#2:
When times at the zoo get rougher,
The animals will start to suffer.
When animals start to die,
All the workers will cry.
(hehe, I stole that one from the prologue of my story.)
#3:
We have gone to Australia.
We are not dressed in regalia.
We got an idea from Aleah.
We should name the found emu Amelia.

I'm struggling with the fourth one. The theme is zoo, and the rhyming pattern is a-b-a-b.

*personification isn't exactly a poem :)*

I remember when we had to do this in school...luckily they change the formatting, so you do much more free-versing and more interesting prompts. :)

Well, this is what my LA teacher considers poetry:
Four line rhyme scheme poems
Limerick
Cinquain
Haiku
Tanka
Acrostic
Couplet
Alliteration
Simile
Metaphor
Hyperbole
Personifications
Diamante
Recipe Poem
Concrete Poem
Animal Family Poem
Sensory Poem
Blank Verse

We have to write all these "POEMS" and then make it into a POETRY POWER POINT PROJECT.

Poems lose value when forced.

Poetry projects kill poetry. As do sonnets. Too many rules.

I have poems, if anyone wants to look.

I read some of them already. They're GOOOOD! I knew something was going to happen when Roni posted this discussion. Now I have to do this whole poetry thing. Haiku and Tanka are okay though.

I can only do free verse.

GUESS WHAT! I finished the first five slides of my PPPP! I just need my teacher to approve the other four sections of poetry that I already did.

OMG I LOVE LIMERICKS!

I didn't even know what one was until march, but now that I know how to write them, I love them!

A young boy stares at the stars
And dreams about driving cars.
He thinks they are a wonder
And never that they are a blunder
When driven away from bars

That is good! Well, you're just naturally good at almost any type of writing. Probably all writing.

LOL. Not RHYMING POETRY! Limericks are an exception...

I'm half way through my poetry project. I have to go to school...there's been some big thing going on at school. Nothing good though. Anyway, HAPPY EARTH DAY!!

omg!