Poem
Post your poem here by 9:00 p.m. on Tuesday, May 13. You will read your poem aloud in next Wednesday's class. Be prepared to speak about your experience writing the poem as well.
Here are a couple of websites that you may find interesting:
Instant Poetry Forms
Magnetic Poetry
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English 12 Students Writing Their First Poem
Muffled whispers on a short flight, student to student
I only catch, “How do you say …?”
Rarely a spoken word, yet never quite silent
Oblivious to the monstrous trucks speeding by
Pen flipping,
Feet swinging,
Madly scrawling
Ideas flowing from imagination to paper
Thermos of coffee at hand
Heads bowed, as if in reverence to the art of poetry
The lack of smiles could be mistaken for anger
Yet their eyes show that determination is their sentiment
(first draft)
Please note that I did not write the minimum 15 lines that I've asked you to write in your poems!
On Writing Poetry
“Nothing’s a gift; it’s all on loan.”—Wislawa Szymborska
before you go
remember
writing lines
speaking words
our laughter
our silence
our pens
searching
voice your poems
our eyes our ears
will listen
hear your words
for the first time
on tongues on breath
remember
destroying silence
keeping nothingness at bay
Struggling in the Cage
His eyes turned into dispirited,
His lips vibrated towards nobody,
His one hand robbed the bar and the other squeezed the bait.
Been sitting there over 36 hours,
People inside would rather smell rotten eggs than his smelly odour;
Been fighting in this past-glorious cage,
People outside would see through the true color of adventure,
But can’t do anything.
He said, “If I win this time, I will no longer come back to this casino.”
He also said, “This is my last bet taking from my daughter’s college fund.”
Vacillatingly left the chips on the table,
Promptly collected the winnings, holding tightly onto his chest like his new-born baby.
Still there,
Still struggling.
Like the animal trapped into the tempting cage,
Totally lost the self-esteem and dignity,
The only way could make his eye wide and shining,
Always be talking about his few “memorable” nights as a lucky star.
Then,
Still there,
Still struggling.
This is first poem in my life ever! First draft, definitely needs revision.
Cherry Blossoms and Snow
Pink and white
cherry blossoms
flutter among the branches
like the butterflies.
The air is fragrant.
The snow flake
fall from the sky,
kissing the petals.
A marvelous sight!
Picking up the camera
Rushing out the house
Flashing ceaselessly
Enjoying ecstatically
The most beautiful flowers’ pictures
I have ever taken.
It’s an amazing day.
Labyrinth
I woke up this morning
And my mind was lost
A weak fist against the wall made me cry
Life is like a falling airplane
There is nothing, but tears
The clock doesn’t stop
Is hammering in my head
People marching, strolling, talking and I’m here
With no clue of what this theater performance is
With no idea of what role I should play
A soft breeze from the arctic pushed the trees
They pull themselves back up
Then I realized life is a tough game
Sinking to learn how to swim
Fighting to learn how to live
I want to be a Goddess
To rule the whole world in my way,
To be a friend with Zeus and Venus,
To wear golden robe which’s made
From people’s laughter – color,
From human’s kindness – sleeves,
From hundreds dreams – the skirt
Which goes bellow my knees.
I want to have tiara
To keep all stars in it,
And crescent, in my flowing heir,
To hold them as a glowing clip.
A wind that swings my bed
Before I fall asleep.
A unicorn – a pet,
God Aris – guarding “pit”.
I want to be a Goddess
To live Olympus’ life
To lull the Globe in my arms
And never let world cry.
My Love
——for mother’s day
Count the wrinkle lines in your face,
Dear mum.
The same number as my age.
Still pat my back as before,
Time stops between us.
Pick the white hairs on your head,
Dear mum.
Such a naively thought..
Growing up of the kids,
Steal the color from you.
Grab hold of your hands,
Dear mum.
Slack skin with rubber.
The endless of busy washing,
Take away its smooth shape.
Write a rough poem to tell my love,
Dear mum.
Read loudly beside your ear.
The familiar smell of your body,
Warm my eyes in tears.
Nothing can returns your give,
Dear mum.
Your infinite love,
Like a lantern, light the way.
Your selfless love,
Like an umbrella, shield the rain.
Smartest Kids on the Show
The show started as usual
The famous and charismatic lady
Always smiles and has a childish body language
Came out of her cage
The audience was jumping and shouting non-stop
Everyone clapping like a child who saw her picture on the mirror
Audience had a colorful and fun expression
Everyone looked different from other
Small individuals but with huge talent:
Ethan 7-year-old piano prodigy
The audiences were on their foot for entire her performance
26 months Lilly had memorized all the countries around the world
All acting perfectly
They are different
They are special
They are God's gift to their parents
Perseverance
A massive touch from the sky
greenish emerald radiance presence has
all I want is to live near by
to relax and meditate with my heart.
I was born near to him
from my childhood to my teens
I left when I was eighteen
then, I realize I couldn’t live far away from him.
One day, I’ll comeback
to admire the gleam of his crystal waves
I miss the hugs of his breeze
I cannot wait to savour his salt again.
My body squeeze when I think
how close it can be our time
I seen eagles soaring high
it seems they know the ocean is a place to land.
Daemonesquè
My angel of the Wild Hunt from a heaven he was sent
To doom guilty souls of the night bringing a promise of torment
His fairy wings were made of ice, his demon eyes were made of flame
His voice boomed like a sweet song across a bloody field now tame
“Beware,” he warned, “Who may lay to rest upon this wary grave
At the darkest time of the witching hour you may hear them rave:
‘I give you life and sugared love, a snakes charm to rest
So you may never strive again or ever bid your best.’
“Don’t be fooled this is no game that they seek your heart
For the fallen call out to this realm ‘it is only an art’”
And with that said a roar of hellish fire burst from his lungs
All who mourned fell upon those who spoke in tongues
They clawed and begged, screeching for their souls
Raging and conniving only crying for control
They knew ‘no wicked’ what they had done was ‘surely not deceit’
Their constant lies in angel cries mourned not for defeat
Soon the golden acid of the sun crept upon the hills
Morning dew that petrified giving the foul violent chills
There they remained in perfect form, now complete in statuesque
“My lovelies,” he cooed, “Now we see your darkest Daemonesquè.”
I LOVE CLAUDIA'S POEM!!!
Thanks Catalina
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