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12 Days of Poetry
T'was the thirteenth of December And a night to remember For the mods, full of fear, Thought of a poetry activity this year! It's perfect for this holiday Each poem written in a different way. So writers, use your brain stems And get a brand-new emblem! Welcome everyone to the 12 Days of Poetry. Much like the 12 Days of Christmas, you will be gifting the Poetry subforum with twelve different poems. Each poem will be a different kind, ranging in difficulty. There will also be an explanation on the poetry kind, so everyone will have some understanding on it. A new kind will be revealed every day until December 25th. When the giving is over, participants who wrote a poem for the twelve different kinds will receive a brand-new emblem! It's a surprise what it looks like. Just post your Christmas tree in this thread, and the mod team will keep track of them. A new post will go up on the start of the new day, and the front post will be edited with the new style so everyone can follow. And, as always, have fun! -- On the first day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me... A poem in the style of free verse! Free verse poems are poems that follow no specific guidelines. They don't have to rhyme in a particular pattern. They don't have to follow any certain meter. The poet is more in control with this style of poetry. -- Day 1: Free verse Day 2: Rhyming Day 3: Haiku Day 4: Limerick Day 5: Enjambment Day 6: Acrostic Day 7: Doggerel Day 8: Imagery Day 9: Tanka Day 10: Ballard Day 11: Sonnet Day 12: canzone -- List of Participants Aisu: 3 DeathGodKyo: 2 3 Forever: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Kayges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Misheard Whisper: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Palladium: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 SeekerOfDarkness: 2 1 3 4 tente2: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Toujours: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Zeffy: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 |
I'm in without a single iota of hesitation! Sign me up. (Do the poems have to be Christmas-themed?)
Free Verse - Something About Christmas Something is coming, It's the time of the year. Everything happens at once. People are rushing Preparing for the time When everything comes to a head For the twenty-fifth is the time When we all come together And celebrate, however that may be. We don't all believe in Jesus We don't all believe in the virgin birth We don't even all believe in anything at all But there's something about Christmas That puts such trivialities out of the way. There's something about Christmas That brings people together, Regardless of differences of opinion. There's just something unique About Christmas. |
Ehh, I'll give it a go. Anything for the Poetry forum! Oh, and I suppose poems are supposed to be Christmas themed? Well, eh, anyways, here's my poem for day 1.
~~~~~ The dog who barked on Christmas Bark, bark, bark! Shouted the dog outside the door Bark, bark, bark! His paws fiercely stomped on the floor Bark, bark, bark! Shouted the dog again Bark, bark, bark! As there entered three tall men Bark, bark, bark! He wanted to break free Bark, bark, bark! When the horses neighed with glee Bark, bark, bark! A baby's cry was heard Bark, bark, bark! And the dog, full of pride, just stood ~~~~~ |
Givin' it a shot, you know before PC I'd never write a poem and actually show someone ^_^
Well, I'm not a poet but I try ~~~~~~~~~~ Nostalgia ~~~~~~~~~~ I remember, Staying up until late, Waiting for Santa. I remember, Feeling anxious, To see my distant family. I remember, The satisfaction, To see my Christmas gifts. I remember, Saying, I’d never grow up I also remember, Breaking that one, Promise that I made to myself, Now times have changed, Family has left, I’m alone in this world, Now I remember, To always be a kid at heart, And now, The nostalgia will not depart. |
The poems don't actually have to be Christmas-themed. But you do all get special bonus points for writing Christmas-themed poems. Maybe a special challenge will be to write all the poems about Christmas if you want.
But you've all been added to the list, and thank you! |
Watch out for the wind,
it blows off your cap. It attacks your face, leaving red marks Raw and vulnerable fingers and cheeks. Frozen by the December wind, But warmed by the December spirit. ... :3 |
Celebi
Coloured green, like the ocean it flies above, Earthly red, like the blood stains, stained for love Luminescent White, like its soft wings, Ever joyous, like the glee it brings, Bold, yet calm, like the natures it wishes to avoid, Insecure, Scarred, Frightened, Like the world now destroyed. Yeah, Christmas, Celebi... etc. |
It's a new day for me (I'm in the Eastern Time Zone, so it's one in the morning now) so a new kind of poem!
On the second day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...poems with two rhymes in them! This day is all about rhyming poems. Rhyming poems have similar-sounding words, or even the same word, at the end of lines. The rhyming pattern can be any way. Nursery rhymes are great examples of various rhyming poem patterns. You don't only need two rhymes in the poem. You can have as many as you want. |
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Rhyming Poem - Trim The Tree It's time to decorate the tree, So everyone gather round. With carols and laughter and hullabaloo, It's a marvellous, happy sound. Everyone's brought a bauble or two, To hang on the Christmas tree. They sparkle and glitter and don't really match, But they all look fantastic to me. There's cheap plastic globes in all colours, With red, gold and silver and blue. And sparkling, fanciful stars That let the draped strings of lights shine through. And colourful tinsel in swathes and strands, Strung liberally over the boughs. It's a bit of a mess, but it's the best tree Because before anything else, it's ours. |
Spend some time doing this one ^_^
Here it is Austin ^_^ ~~Tick Tock~~ Tick Tock, Went the clock, Nobody was awake, Santa was his journey to make, Tick Tock, Went the clock, Carols and bells were heard in the background, Santa was flying all around Tick Tock Went the Clock, Everybody slept, Not even one noise was heard, Except , That tick tock, That went the Clock, On Christmas Day, Before the presents lay, Santa took a sip, And took a bite, And with a quick leap, He went off on the night, What did he leave behind,you ask? Presents and gifts, Happy dreams to the darkness mask, A mood lift, And That tick tock, That went the clock |
Bells in patterns, Christmas songs
Chiming over the large throng Humming as they skip along. Ding dong, ding dong. Children laughing at the crowd As parents shush them, "not too loud!" But of course they still were proud. Ding dong, ding dong. Pretty stores all dressed up nice Tags with fancy written prices Smells like cinammon and spices Ding dong, ding dong. Kids are pulling, loud and strong They're too young, they can't be wrong Humming as they skip along Ding dong, ding dong. |
Oops I missed the first day. Well, I'll just start with a rhymey poem then.
Let the Snow Fall Outside, hear the angels Singing loud and with cheer While children fill the cold air With laughter for all to hear Quietly, the snow falls While the children play Today the snow has fallen Let it fall all day |
Okay so I'm running out of time and I did this yesterday and since it has rhymes it can count so going w/ this. Not Christmas-related BUT OH WELL.
Nothing is impossible Nothing is impossible, Only our fears hold the improbable. The distance between the stars and the sea, The length of time between months and years, Non-existant only if you believe. The thoughts of those that have broken away, Keep those memories, convince them to stay, Embrace the now and live for each coming day. |
Updated the list.
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Nearly forgot about this. Speaker!
On the third day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...three haikus! Haiku is a type of poetry originating from Japan. It consists of three lines. The first and third lines have five syllables, and the second line has seven. Again: No you don't have to write three poems. |
Spirited children
"You can't have that," parents chide. Saved for Christmas day. |
You forgot to put Day 3 on the OP
Anyways, I have no clue if this is the right quantity of syllables per line, I don't know how to separate them in English '-_- Anyways, here it is ~~ Writer ~~ A writer that can’t Express himself is like an Untouched white canvas Blank and empty,he Longs for something to soothe his Aching lonely soul He awaits for his Savior, someone that can free Him from his bound self Also, my 200th post ^_^ |
HAIKU DONE. Can I just say syllables were not my strong suit, (aka got people to help me confirm the amount of syllables!) lool.
PC members cry Having tempted overlords Infracted they are |
I am quite late with this event, but I will just have to catch up. I'm not experienced at all in poetry, but I have an idea.
Free Verse ~ Crossing Paths The carriage halts and I'm off, Wind throwing my hair all over, Dark clouds foreshadowing, The cold air threatening all life, A blizzard approaches us In the castle we all cross paths, He is wise and humorous, She is warm yet serious, And you are shy to meet my eyes, We are destined to fight together Rhyming ~ Team Our eyes were light with fire We all breathe in time Our souls will never tire As one, we cross the line Not one of us feel lost We banish dark with light Protect each other at any cost We share the will to fight Haiku ~ Decisive Battle Surrounded by foes The tides of war are shifting We struggle to stand Our fire is dim My vision is going red Was our fate to fail? I hear your voice, though Rekindled is our passion We tip the balance |
I can catch up? Awesome! I'll just do that then.
~Freeverse~ Tree of Lights With colors dancing on a string And silver bells of joyous song The mighty tree stands tall and proud For it has come a very long way Through icy winds and freezing rain It patiently waited for the day When the man with the axe would set it free And send it here for some family It's seen the sun, it knows the stars It's seen enough clouds to fill a lifetime It watched its friends be born, then die But all it wants is to be a tree of lights Its fought the cold, defeated fall Now it stands tall above all else In your living room, a joyous sight It knows it is a tree of lights ~Haiku~ A Snowflake A falling snowflake Sees the blanket down below And knows that it's unique |
Haiku, let's go!
A pure white blanket It looks to be, anyway But its really snow |
Haiku
Christmas is something Just a little bit special For all those involved |
Poetry... Mm, tastes good!
I can swallow this poetry all day! Wow! You guys are good! Unfortunately, I have no skills with which to contribute, but I'll try...
Haiku of awesome: Guardian I howl to the sky My tears stream from within me Goodbye my Houndoom Based on a text-based Pokemon RPG I played, where my Houndoom died saving me from a falling boulder. Now for a more Christmasy one! Gosh... Welcome to the Christmas Party!... Right? Once upon a snow-white day With all my problems drifting away The excitement built like a torrent of joys As I got ready to play with my newest toys Houndoom ran in to wake me But I was already awake and jumpy I was happy to see him, and invited him to jump into my bed But he just signalled me to follow him with a turn of his head I groaned and was groggy, for I had had little sleep But if I did not hurry, Crobat would make me weep I laughed aloud as I ran to the living room But what I saw out there made me swoon For presents there were not under the tree And with a turn of my head I would quickly see Etched into the calendar, to my great dismay Tomorrow would be Christmas Day. |
I...have nothing to blame the lateness on except myself.
On the fourth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...four limericks! "Limericks are short sometimes bawdy, humorous poems of consisting of five Anapaestic lines. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of a Limerick have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other." From: here No dirty limericks please! |
From the sky came soft-falling snow
On children's faces all aglow. They frolicked with ease, and although they may freeze, they'll look fondly back once they grow. |
These things are so damn hard to write. (aka I really suck at them. Apologies for the poor quality of this.)
Limerick There once was a small Christmas tree Who wanted to visit the sea. So he got in a boat, But it just wouldn't float. Now he's swimming with the fish, you see. |
I already suck with poetry,and you come with this to me ... Can't guarantee quality. Oh, yeah, I didn't count syllables, so, might not be the right size.
~~ Regret (Limerick) ~~ For those worthless things we got mad, For that one big gift we fought dad, Growing apart our hearts we let, Now we’re filled with regret, Your face that once smiled, is now very ,very sad |
I'm totally weaving my own story instead of going with Christmas themes.
Swimming against the current...oh yeah. :cool: Limerick ~ Ouch I tripped you for fun on the path, But I was doomed to face your wrath, After all of that pain, I now think you're insane, I demand that you draw me a bath |
Don't worry at all about the quality of your poems. This is just for fun, and everyone who completes the challenge gets the prize. It's not just for those who write the "best" poems.
So just have fun! And I'm enjoying everyone's poems. |
Hmm, a limerick. Well, here goes...
Why I Never Go Ice Skating The teacher was skating on ice And all the students thought it quite nice That the same figure eight That teacher thought was so great Cut a hole in the very fine ice |
And now it's time for one of my favorite kinds of poems.
On the fifth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...five enjambments! Enjambment poems have sentences that continue on to the next line. Like Joyce Kilmer's poem, "Trees": Quote:
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. . . seriously? XD
Enjambments I took a Christmas holiday One year; I travelled away From home, far from home And ended up in Rome Somehow. I don't know what Happened, but it was hot In the city, even though The seasons are reversed . . . oh. I didn't think this poem through, So let's just end it here. |
I might have had to be a little more subtler
~~ Enjabment ~~ That last challenge given to me Was a blessing in disguise. To give me A break from all of that, boring Syllable counting; Not that those Weren’t funny, but syllable counting Is kinda annoying. I might have had to be a little more subtler ~~ Enjabment ~~ That last challenge given to me Was a blessing in disguise. To give me A break from all of that, boring Syllable counting; Not that those Weren’t funny, but syllable counting Is kinda annoying. |
Enjambment ~ Dream
As I lay by the fire I succumb to soul's desire, I could not fight back, you see, because sleep grasped me so quickly Now I dream of a place where all move with such grace and everything that I see comes and goes so fluidly I slowly wake, just to see that this was certainly just a dream |
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On the sixth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...six acrostic poems! Quote:
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Blahh I was on the road all day so I missed enjambment :(
Snowflakes gather in the strands of her chestnut hair, on her flushed cheeks and reddened nose. She collects them in her hand and melts them as well as his heart. Okayyy, now acrostic: Santa, I want a pony And a sleigh and a DS! Nearing time, rushing parents Taking children to their friends Acting on behalf of the "big man" Christmas morning Lights and gifts from "Santa" Aaah, thank you Santa! Until they age, never knowing Santa's true identity. |
Oh, look, I get to use clumsy enjambment again to make this thing fit. Acrostic poems always feel awkward as hell to me . . .
Acrostic Christmas is representative of Happiness, joy and general Rejoicing. It's also a time for people to come together, Spending time with family They haven't seen all year. Maybe there'll be a party. Alternatively, just a quiet celebration. Something special happens either way. |
Let’s take a different approach, shall we?
Candles lit Humming happy songs And reuniting the family Not everyone share this happiness Near this time of the year Under our happy homes we sing Key to happiness is this Amour, how the French say, and Happiness too And since I’m bored Claus is coming Here, tonight Right to our poor little home I cry with joy, Smiling today This is a day of celebration More and more joy to come And let’s not forget to Sing some happy songs |
Acrostic ~ Heart and Mind
Everything has a purpose Never have I thought of this before Living in luxury for far too long Ignorant to the outside and the inside Grand has my journey been, though Heavy were the tasks at hand Through our travels, land and sea Endings never before so bittersweet Now we've come to see the signs Everything has a purpose Divine are our hearts and minds |
On the seventh day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...seven doggerels.
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Landed on the roof last night, Santa Claus sure did,
Grabbed his great big sack and down the chimney boldly slid. That's why there's so much soot on the floor of our big den, But now that he's been in here once, he won't be here again. He searched it in confusion for the missing Christmas tree, Found no stockings hanging where they should be hung with glee. He saw no flashy garlands, no lights upon the rail, And the cookies sitting out were old, dry, and stale. Then he saw one thing that made him cry out in surprise, And shimmy on back up the chimney just to get outside. He didn't check his list with care that night, it seemed to me, 'Cause then he saw the menorah on top of the TV. |
what the **** is this
Doggerel Santa lost his sack one day It seemed that it had run away. He searched for it high, he searched for it low, But nowhere at the North Pole did it show. "Oh no, what shall I do?" he cried "It's like a part of me has died. Without my sack I'm half a man. Anyone, help me if you can!" But just then, Mrs Claus stepped up And said, "Honestly, give it up! You old damn fool, stop talking tosh. I just put the darn thing out to the wash." |
Phoo-ey! Now that I've gone and finished stuff, I can finally catch up on this! :3
Rhyming Today's evening is tomorrow's morning Yet I cannot say what I truly feel Although I try to say what is inside I have wounds that have yet to heal For it was an afternoon of sorrow And a morning filled with joy Today's evening meant a fruitful morning But my days were nothing but a toy I cannot see but I can feel Your words may seem strong and bold As my days are counted from every hour But yours are still waiting to be unfold Haiku It was still evening 12 o'clock midnight has struck It is now morning Limerick (oh god I knew this was going to pop up ;_;) Let us all remember this day When we shared what we have to say When we leave we say goodbye When we meet we all say hi I cannot wish, but I can pray Enjambments (this is really not something I like doing...) I hid behind the chimney While waiting for you In my hands are milk and cookies Waiting to be eaten by you I have never seen you But I know you exist And if ever I don't see you coming I still have your milk and cookies So hey Santa Claus I saw you kissed my mummy So you have to take my cookies Or else, I'll have to drink your milk Acrostic poem People everywhere are rushing On every store they run Kept on running before midnight rests Everywhere was very crowded Mothers push their carts On crowded counter tables Not a sight of joy was found in their faces Doggerel (and I was like wuuuut xD) And Santa came rushing down the vent A very unusual place for him to go Although I know he can make it through He didn't seem to fit through it So I went and rescued him with my stick I poked and poked the big fat man But to my surprise it wasn't a man A donkey jumped up, to my surprise! This donkey had stockings where it shouldn't be Had socks where his mouth should have been But alas, it was again an illusion A cruel, fat Santa came into my sight So I let go of the man the red suit And down the vent he came falling I cannot stop myself laughing For he is stuck in there again |
I might as well. I'm horrible with this daily kind of thing (does anybody remember the 30 days where you had to post a video?) but it seems really fun (I said that about the last thing I joined something @[email protected])
They are going to compose a story, told from various different people or sometimes narrated 3rd person. I think it's going to be more fun, artistic and enjoyable, not to mention intriguing. I am totally not campaigning for User of the Year 1. (Freeverse) The Girl Who Knew No Christmas Once there was a girl, A girl who visited these lands when she was young. She left out of spite and misery Pretended she was Travelling, Journeying Searching for peace and love But in reality, she only searched For what she never had. The guilty pleasures she kept in her heart Drove her to envy and malice Flame-headed and innocent She started, naivety impeding her path Anger dwelling In the dark lair she calls her mind Never had she any love Save for her apathetic mother and forgetful father Who, in retrospect Were little to combat Such jeers, such negative thoughts. Never knew any Christmas, Thoumaeus, girl of red hair. 2. (Rhyming) That Poor Little Girl I knew when she was a lass At dawn she would catch bass At the little pathetic lake She called her only break. When she made cookies with me I could not help but cry, Could not help but sleep with the sheep That night everything felt right. Thoumaeus, sweet girl of rowan What happened, what happened to my rowanberry? I knew I treated you with neglection I knew I was little of a mother for my little rowanberry. Your father and I, although we got by We missed you without comparison There's still some cranberry pie Waiting on the counter, topped with rosemary. (I apologize for a) switching rhyming format after the first stanza and b) the last stanza not rhyming in the least, the only other thing I could think of was "marijuana" XD) 3. (Haiku) Desire What she wants from here Nobody knows, Intrigue floods These streets filled with jolly. 4. (Limerick) Doubt (I'm going to *try* to make this Anapaestic, based on the not-very-reliable information Wikipedia offers <__<) Sensed something bad about her It feels wrong to have her learn What has changed with this town When I saw her on the mound To have her near, she isn't dear To these streets she shouldn't be 5. (Enjabments) Knowlegde is Volatile (I'm syllable-free! YAY!!!!) I know What happened the night She appeared, as if out of Thin air that was so sweet But has turned so bitter With rumors and malicious comments. I know Why she decides To face this town that hates Her, only her, That wishes her gone Wishes her suffering Which is crueler? I know Why she braves her fears Why she seeks this path Of inevitable doom She seeks to redeem She's tired of hiding She wants freedom, Chains of guilt unravelling. I know They say I'm weak, I'm a fool But I could care less I have this knowledge I will confront her Help her For a know the feeling of being lonely So, I, Coyle, puny weakling of this town Will stop thinking And start acting. 6. (Acrositic) They Turn Blind Eyes Stop pretending you don't see You know it's happening Don't deny it I know you're hiding it A poor girl is trying to feel content Nevermind another's intent I will not tolerate this. Maybe you don't see Baker I may be Easy to say I'm useless Trouble to convince the masses That I can make a difference Eavesdropping say I'm not popular Regardless...I won't stand for this Trouble to comprehend this Hard to say I'll be heard And I understand your defendance of your town but Negligence won't improve it You may be right Of course it would cause a riot Understand this poor girl's suffering. (I couldn't resist. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I realized my first stanza said "SYDI") 7. (Doggerel) What is She Doing Here I was at this pastry shop Which sells these small Really, really, REALLY Tiny bagels That taste like blue cheese When I peek out the window And through the falling snowflakes and cover of white (which, I should add, is similar to my cat's fur, except white because my cat's fur is black) I see against the white, a flame-headed girl stands out (Because we all know that red and white don't mix. Except for that one time when I saw this fat chick at the mall, who was wearing a really hot red & white coat that reminds me of my cat's fur, except red & white) I said, "Oh crap, what is she doing here?" I remembered what I said to her the last time And I ducked behind the clerks cashier counter He shrieked And had a heart attack I was stuck in a dilemna: Let the guy die, or bring him to the hospital at the risk of being spotted? I decided what I said last time Was far too frank So I let the poor guy's little heart beat out It's last little beats while I hid behind his counter (Which is like my cat's fur, except harder, smoother and made out of granite and wood) So then suddenly this prostitute Comes in, snuffs her cigarette I was incredibly surprised I thought our town didn't have any prostitutes. But then I realized In a shocking revelation That she had no cigarette, she was no prostitute I was just my imagination. She only seeked a Christmas gift For tommorow's Christmas celebration. Then I suddenly pondered As the false-prostitute chick let out a shriek of her own Whether Thoumaeus would show up at the party It would be incredibly awkward if she came and we met faces. Yet, I wished not to miss such fest So, buttoning my vest, I brought both to the hospital, One I found on Craig's List. That's it! Writing it was surprisingly fun, too. (Except for that stupid limerick--that was just boring and stupid and a nightmare to write. It isn't even real literature as far as I'm concerned.) Well, I'll subscribe to this thread *just* make sure I don't forget. And remember kids, now you know who to vote for User of the Year |
Doggerel ~ Anger Games
Your wrath was comming again, I knew too well Your staff at an intimidating angle once I fell I cried for help, but those two didn't come They knew better for they would feel it too I couldn't blame them,I don't think But how could they sit there and watch me sink? It's a silly game we like to play Who can anger him the most and get away? Clearly not me, as you can see He was going to swing and I could see it now A big bruise, the size of a stone right on the crown! So, those other two had better run away For I most definitely will make them pay Definitely not my style of poetry, hahah. |
Sorry,but I don't have a sense of humor
So you'll have to get this crappy poem There was once a kid That liked the space Every day, he looked up in daze Wondering when He’d finally go there In one of these A star fell His wish, you ask? Well, The boy was smart, And wished not to go to space Rather he wish to see that star up close To keep as a souvenir He wished and wished and kept waiting The star suddenly changed its course And reached the boy Shame the poor boy Hadn’t realized That falling stars, Are just large rocks And that that wish Was now wasted |
On the eighth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...eight Imagery poems
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I'm not sure of what this kind of poem is, exactly, but will give it a shot
After that long trek, I have finally reached my destiny, A few feet will not stop me, Just a cave between me and victory Inside, it’s dark and cold Filled with rocks, Each one representing, Lost dreams, That takes me back To before I travelled And settled my destiny It may sound condescending To think I am destined to be big But it’s a hope of mine And as they say Hope is the last to die Hope this work, cuz I'm not doing that again |
Plum
The cold, sweet piercing droplets gathering around the broken skin pinkish red, the color of sweet sin It bursts into radiance inside the mouth of a child dark purple shining in the sun. |
This is nothing compared to that retarded limerick I had to write...*shudders*
8. (Imagery) Doorway Crimson lines Golden trimming A button so innocent That could cause so much misery It's only purpose Make a noise Yet somehow, so chaotic Would be the result of such a noise. Finger against doorbell That wretched sound again The girl hadn't heard it Since she fled these streets she loathed. Then, that gateway, Into a world now unknown Some would call a encounter Some would call a greeting Some would call a reunion She would only say she's Met this woman before. The door, the door With it's wreath of golden red leaves Knob of delicate designs Holly trees on either side Guards, to this meeting on what One would call a doorstep. It was with a tender hug That now meant nothing to her That Thoumaeus, fiery red hair Auburn like the leaves of said wreath Adorning such gateway to possibility Adorned itself with rowan. |
Imagery ~ Moonlight
Gentle breezes sweep the hair from your eyes, We both smile and look up to the skies, The stars are shining golden tonight, And our faces stricken pale by the moonlight, The trees rustle with the breeze, The air filled with such serenity, Will we ever have another night as perfect as this? Could we seal this memory with a kiss? |
On the ninth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...nine verse poems
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Since this kind is rather confusing, I'm going to change it.
The new poem type is tanka: five lines of poetry. First and third are five syllables and the rest are seven. And I'll also give extra time for everyone to work on their poems to make up for this. |
~~ Tanka ~~
I was wondering Here, what are tankas, if Not some overgrown Haikus? I mean, they are Surely nice, and similar For tanka and haiku I used the japanese syllable count |
Tanka ~ Easier Said
I will try for you, Although my heart aches this way, It's easier said, You must be worth it all though, For me to feel this strongly |
Tanka, huh? Well, it's certainly more understandable if not a haiku rip-off.
9. (Tanka) Those Insulting Stares Only insulting Eyes, those of malice, arrogance Greeted her entrance Uninvited arrival Only disturbing the fest. |
Imagery
And as the war continues The more red blood is spilled And the blue skies turned gray For it was a day of devastation Faraway was the land of salvation Filled with streams of cool water And bluer skies than any other But alas, only a miracle can save us And as the yellow sun turned red It marks the end of another day Many have died, some are fatally wounded But yet we still choose to continue When will we finally see that blue sky? When will we stop spilling blood on earth? How much more do we have to take? When will this war stop? Tanka Always confusing Writing syllable-based poems I am not happy For counting with my fingers Is never an easy task Ehh, this'll have to do. xD |
Be a silent lamb,
Do not fight with the big wolf. It's vicious and strong and no way you stand a chance. Silence is your one reprieve. |
Ballad
A ballad tells a story, typically about love, and has a repeated refrain. Think of it like a love song. |
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sonnet
Fourteen lines long, with three four-line long stanzas (quatrains) and a concluding couplet (two lines) |
11. (Sonnnet) Pherros
It was Dawn that seperated them Not hardships, not resentment Which was fitting. Dawn passes with time Emotions are eternal Perfectly matching the Silhouette of their relationship. The man who called himself Pherros Had no further emotions with her Than a buisness partnership, Hollow companionship, mission-oriented friendship. Little did he know She had more feelings for him than that. I'm doing surpringly well with this daily thing... |
Ballad ~ Balladshy
Longer than a simple poem Your hearbeat's gone awry Careful as a symphony To know you're balladshy The Siren Song is calling you Will you live or die? Quick to close your ears They know you're balladshy Going, flowing Always aware of their knowing Feel the earth quake, see the light Can you even last one fight? Test of time? Test of love? Like a clock or like a dove? Don't you even try to lie, We all know you're balladshy |
canzone
Has five or six stanzas, with one concluding stanza. And I'll edit the first post when I'm not doing everything by the light of my monitor. |
Don't worry, I've been updating the last few things for you, Astinus.
Speaking of which, that's the tweleth poem, people, so you'd want to get in! The emblem's already been made as well and just needs uploading by an admin. |
HI GUYS I CAUGHT UP, MASS UPDATE, ALL DONE. :) last few poems suck okay
4. Limerick: I once decided I wanted to fly I had to learn, did not want to die Grabbed a lifejacket, Threw it on, made a racket, Then I decided to eat a pie. 5. Enjambment: It started to rain down on him As he got stuck into his sugar tin He asked his sister "Since it's raining now, is there going to be a twister?" She replied that the rain showed no indication Of anything other than precipitation And that he should use an umbrella Otherwise he would be a wet fella. 6. Acrostic: After the war, one soul was left wandering the earth, Left lingering were the scarred remains of a once strong man, Only after years of torment can he finally attempt to rebuild himself, Now he must find his way back home to escape the memories, Eventually finding those he loved have now left him, he is now alone. 7. Doggerel: Santa was looking for a wife, Not a tall one, not a short one, Just a woman which could sharpen his knife. Santa decided to head to the supermarket, Hoping that he'd get a peek into a woman's compartment, Looking in the food section to no avail, He started to wonder if he'd have to say "I failed". Santa decided he couldn't give in, So he headed to the bakery's bin, He checked the bin three times, But still, he did not manage to find a wife. Santa was distraught, so he yelled with great fear, "Women, won't you come ride in my car tonight?" Out of the shadows a lady appeared, She was round and was drinking beer. Santa yelled with such glee, Knowing that the one who found a wife was he. 8. Imagery: The sun beamed through the windows, All that could be seen was white light. She moved her head so she only saw half of the light, It glared into her eyes. She felt the wind blow from the east, As the curtains began to dance. The purple curtains flew in front of the white. As the white dodged the other curtains, The wind began to it it, Throwing it all over the room. Moments later, the sun began to fade, The darkness started to appear, The moon came out of hiding And she started to fall asleep. 9. Tanka: I own a parrot. She likes to call out often. She enjoys bird seed. She is a happy parrot. She could not be happier. 10. Ballad: She was only twenty, Blonde hair, long legs, and a smile that couldn't be stopped. When she took a step, only silence was heard, Nobody would dare utter another word. She made the world fall silent. He was only twenty-one, He was brunette, and a had soft touch. Everyone said the two should be together, He never had had a chance to speak. His lips were frozen, could not move. She made the world fall silent. During the next few weeks he followed her, Watched her, Never saying a word. Quietly wondering if she could be his, He planted an invitation in her bag. He walked away without a sound. She made the world fall silent. They only had this one night together, He, too afraid to speak, She, too confident to give him a chance. He tried to look into her eyes, Searching for something that could bring the two together. His eyes met hers, They both smiled. She made the world fall silent. Words no longer escaped him. He grabbed her, Pulled her in, Put his lips on hers. Nobody could say anything else. All they could do was watch. She made the world fall silent. 11. Sonnet: It was Christmas morning, A little girl walked from her bedroom, To the Christmas tree, And started to shake her presents. It wasn't time to open the presents, So the little girl went to eat a snack, She grabbed a hold of the largest handful of popcorn she could find, And started to eat it. The time arrived to open presents, So she walked down the hallway, Taking in every sight, Remembering that it was Christmas morning. She enjoyed the simple things, She was only just seven. 12. Canzone: I'm breeding. I've been breeding for hourse, Months, and even years. The breeding will never end, As long as there are puppies to be had. When I put my foot down on my bike, My emotion is heightened and my motivation is lifted, As I continue to breed, Every day, Every night. I see wild Audino in the grass nearby, I consider stopping to talk to them, But I keep my eye on the road. I can't let any distractions get in my way, As I breed each and every day. The old man says my Herdier is doing fine, But yet no breeding is happening. I wait, I wait patiently, and still, no puppies are found. I tell the old man I want the puppies now, But all he does is laugh in my face. He exclaims, "You can't have puppies!" I look at him wondering what he means, Realising that I am a human and that I sound crazy. I bred everyday, and finally my puppies came. I raised them to Stoutland, and now Unova is theirs. |
Sonnet ~ Oceanic
Kingdoms fallen one by one One side dark and one side light And the commoners decide to run For they knew this was not their fight One young girl roams the land The last remaining of her family Still so young, yet grown too old Her heart stays warm, but her shell stays cold She falls to the sand And the waves wash over her And yet so tired, she dares to stand The fire in her eyes say it's not over Kingdoms fallen one by one A Queendom then begins to rise Canzone ~ Bittersweet End The end has come but we knew its course We stand together No regrets, no remorse You may call us fools But is it foolish to not be fooled? Together we embrace our fates And we rejoice in the end The lights are shining above us And the earth trembled as we danced No sadness in this small town Friends all over hand in hand But we weren't surprised when we realized The lights were the stars exploding Shining their brilliance upon us Even the northern glow shattered And the earth not only shook for us But it trembled its own dance And we danced with the land now Anticipation towards the very end You might say we're fools But you've only made your fate bitter And in our end we must conclude We've met our fate and made it sweet I had a lot of fun with this! Thanks for creating this opportunity for people to branch out in poetry Astinus and bobandbill. (= |
12. (Canzone) Farewell
Farewell my Town of birth I hold you no remorse For I have cleansed my resentment. I have made your Christmas horrible Unimaginably uncomfortable That is my only wish Now I may leave. Truthfully, maybe you have learned As much as I About our society, our standards For my guilty pleasures where not mine alone. This man, he calls himself Pherros He thinks outside the box We have matters to attend to Outside of your concern Maybe you should Take more than a thought To decide who you cross And who you forgive. P.S. COUGHI'm leaving this poor town losersCOUGH I didn't even miss a day (other than when I first signed up.) I'm so proud of myself! In fact, this event was rather short...I'm sorry the ending was so abrupt, but I thought there were more poems to write. Sorry! |
Congratulations for finishing! BTW the mblem has been uploaded, so you three should have it now. As for other people, it looks like this:
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