Hi MDL!
I wanted to open a thread to start posting poetry and stories that we write. These can be about anything--so long as they don't violate the rules of the site.
Also, constructive criticism is appreciated, but remember to be respectful of others when you make observations.
I'll start. Below is a poem that I wrote in 2005 as I struggled with the transition to college:
?The Journey to Adulthood?
The shiny, silvery salt replays
A life well worn down with age
And strife; its master calleth me along
To seas of imperial birth and stature
But for much of my rational faculty
He wanteth not to budge, to stay
He must; and teach me a while longer.
December 14, 2005
Hate it? Love it? Let me know and feel free to post your work too.
How about this? My English teacher in Elementary School made us write our own limericks. So I wrote one about my cat. She said the language was inappropriate for school. haha let me know what you think. (This was in third grade I think)
There once was a cat named Spooky.
He was really very kooky.
He licked his paws.
He had no claws.
And he stunk up the house with dookie.
There once was a cat named Spooky.
He was really very kooky.
He licked his paws.
He had no claws.
And he stunk up the house with dookie.
Sleepninja wrote: How about this? My English teacher in Elemntary School made us write our own limericks. So I wrote one about my cat. She said itthe language was inappropriate for school. haha let me know what you think. (This was in third grade I think)
There once was a cat named Spooky.
He was really very kooky.
He licked his paws.
He had no claws.
And he stunk up the house with dookie.
bawhahahahahaha... teachers can be so ignorant at times. This is a classic. One day, ill have your autograph. :p
I wrote the following in April 2008:
Red Light
Thoughts are shaded
Not wanting to surface
But surfacing to track me
Night after night
Like a surveillance worthy
Of Big Brother. They
Trample a good taste,
And bastardize fresh fruits
Codifing worm-infested
Words and feelings. Chasing
Me through measureless gardens
Of deceit and passion
The latter the most painful
I am caught in
Mazes and Puzzles
The mind cannot process.
I wrote this poem last December 2008..
(^-^)...
Sinfonia Stagione (Seasons‘ Symphony)
Sounds mingle harmoniously
Voices mutate as seasons’ ingress and wend,
Spring, summer, autumn then winter.
Each passed by, crooning different lullabies.
Singing in diverse pitch,
Akin to a heart now in vain.
Flowers bloom, spring waltzed.
A dreamy nocturne is its sound,
Played in adagio.
Slow in tempo
From a seed growing dilatorily,
Now a new love had blossomed.
Summer becomes a balladeer.
Serenading expressively,
The new blossomed love now in agilmente.
Lively and passionate.
Affretando! Hurrying for sedulity,
From someone who owns thine summer’s ballad.
But then autumn had its interlude.
Its melody in dolorosso,
Sad, tearful, monotonous.
Pitch in addolorato, in sorrow.
As the leaves fall, caress by the wind,
So as thy hope for love in return.
Winter sonata’s tune,
Now as chilling and shivering as ice.
Love is frozen.
All the merry tunes have ended.
What is left now, only a sad song,
Sang by a heart in lamentation.
Seasons have its own symphony.
Lively yet sorrowful in the end.
Just like a heart deeply in love,
Will hum an exciting piece at first.
Still will end up with a mournful one
And hope for a real spring to emanate someday.
Lovegood wrote: I wrote this poem last December 2008..
(^-^)...
Sinfonia Stagione (Seasons‘ Symphony)
Sounds mingle harmoniously
Voices mutate as seasons’ ingress and wend,
Spring, summer, autumn then winter.
Each passed by, crooning different lullabies.
Singing in diverse pitch,
Akin to a heart now in vain.
Flowers bloom, spring waltzed.
A dreamy nocturne is its sound,
Played in adagio.
Slow in tempo
From a seed growing dilatorily,
Now a new love had blossomed.
Summer becomes a balladeer.
Serenading expressively,
The new blossomed love now in agilmente.
Lively and passionate.
Affretando! Hurrying for sedulity,
From someone who owns thine summer’s ballad.
But then autumn had its interlude.
Its melody in dolorosso,
Sad, tearful, monotonous.
Pitch in addolorato, in sorrow.
As the leaves fall, caress by the wind,
So as thy hope for love in return.
Winter sonata’s tune,
Now as chilling and shivering as ice.
Love is frozen.
All the merry tunes have ended.
What is left now, only a sad song,
Sang by a heart in lamentation.
Seasons have its own symphony.
Lively yet sorrowful in the end.
Just like a heart deeply in love,
Will hum an exciting piece at first.
Still will end up with a mournful one
And hope for a real spring to emanate someday.
That's gorgeous and a million other adjectives. Your imagery and use of vocabulary is astounding. Do you prefer free verse to rhyme like I do?
White Guilt
Uncle M was
Never spoken of
I don’t even remember
The year he died.
That’s how little he’s been mentioned
In 20 years.
Uncle M had .
I never hugged him.
I could have been
That support group.
I wrote this for a class in poetry at university, but it has amazing significance to my life and how I feel about treating others with respect.
Enjoy! :D
Wow I must say I am stunned by all this poetry!It´s paethic but I must admit that there were words I didn´t understand at first.....
MAybe I really should begin again with writing poems as well.
I have a question because I wondered about that...do you write your poems in english or your native language??? I am just curious:)
Btw sleepy your teacher was just ignorant being.Your poem is great :D
Mirichan wrote: Wow I must say I am stunned by all this poetry!It´s paethic but I must admit that there were words I didn´t understand at first.....
MAybe I really should begin again with writing poems as well.
I have a question because I wondered about that...do you write your poems in english or your native language??? I am just curious:)
Btw sleepy your teacher was just ignorant being.Your poem is great :D
English is my native language, but I have written poems in Spanish before. None of them are really good because I wrote them when I was just starting to use the language. I should probably write some though.
yankumicho wrote: English is my native language, but I have written poems in Spanish before. None of them are really good because I wrote them when I was just starting to use the language. I should probably write some though.
Hmm ok thanks!I just wondered because when I would want to show mine here them I would need to translate them then and it wouldn't be as original then!:)
Mirichan wrote: Hmm ok thanks!I just wondered because when I would want to show mine here them I would need to translate them then and it wouldn't be as original then!:)
You can still post it! :D English isn't the only language of poetry; besides, I love figuring out things with language. If you want to translate--that's okay too. I won't think it's less original.
Mirichan wrote: Wow I must say I am stunned by all this poetry!It´s paethic but I must admit that there were words I didn´t understand at first.....
MAybe I really should begin again with writing poems as well.
I have a question because I wondered about that...do you write your poems in english or your native language??? I am just curious:)
Btw sleepy your teacher was just ignorant being.Your poem is great :D
I write poems in english and my native language (Filipino)... (^-^)...