12 Days of Poetry

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!

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'm totally weaving my own story instead of going with Christmas themes.
Swimming against the current...oh yeah.

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":

I don't think I will ever see
A poem as lovely as a tree

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No syllable-counting today.

. . . 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

ಠ_ಠ

On the sixth day of the holidays, the Poetry forum gave to me...six acrostic poems!

An acrostic is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message.

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from here

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.

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.

A Doggerel is a light verse which is humorous and comic by nature - often viewed with disdain as containing little literary value.

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from here