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Well, since I've got my portfolio from Creative Writing in my possession, I thought I would share with you some of my works.
Limericks:
A Wockle is a wonderful pet
To sleep it needs only a net
No common sense needed
It will eat what you feed it
A Wockle is the lazy man's pet
I could not with words explain
How the distance between us was pain.
Rapid as a river
My hand was aquiver
And now I, alone, remain.
Haikus:
Flowers drift to sleep
The snow now encasing them
To wait on Spring's come.
This machine whirs loud
So my knife I place under
It spoke not again
I'm the first exile
Banish myself forever
I'm the last exile
Memory Map:
I looked forward then
clinging to my bear.
I feel his furry coat
Only six years of wear.
I look back now
hugging my bear.
I feel his smooth coat
Now seventeen years of wear.
From furry to flat
Over a period of time
All the love in this bear
I wouldn't give for a dime.
Free Verse:
Born in cold darkness
with the force of creation
It shines with the light
too strong to be faded.
The time passes
Passing rocks; only visitiors
Nearest neighbor; light-years away
But then...
The powers within revolt
Pressure building
A jet of escaped gas
Pushing onward
A tail is born... and then
Supernova
Recipe for Disaster:
First we need secrets
for secrecyspreads rumors.
Then we'll find distrust
the trust of stained martyrs.
That we'll need to make unrest,
the broth of our stews.
Sweetening the pot;
mayhem ensues
Simmer over chaos
then serve with a glass of red wine
Because Disaster is kosher.
(Used a headline "How did it come to this?" as a prompt. I kinda like this one)
Two teenagers fighting
like the cold winter's biting.
How did it come to this?
Two friends betraying
like two spies relaying.
How did it come to this?
Two people dieing
while two families are crying...
How did it come to this?
English Sonnet:
You tried so hard, so vain to live so wise.
Pushing out your mem'ries of life before.
Someone called out to you but you didn't care.
Surround yourself with deceit and their lies.
Selling out your best friend just to kill some time;
Destroying their hopes for you and your life;
Pulling out their heartstrings, filling with strife;
Enduring these trials is a blissful crime.
You tell me now that you've changed for good
[That] You have reached back and pulled off the hood.
Underneath I see a face that I've missed.
Aface so pure, a face sosure, unkissed.
The lies forgot, for now it is trivial.
A black heart melts, dissolving the evil.
Italian Sonnet:
There is one whom mine heart doth squanders for.
Sucking support, turning to the cold chills.
Still not knowing of whole my soul she kills.
So close we were; in arms, in minds before.
And then followed by the time of ignore,
The small fragile organ from my chest spills,
As red viscous liquid in veins distills.
When just living itself became a chore.
But now it is time yet again for love.
Trusting the words from out your mouth again.
My youth show'ring innocence in my alcove.
One-two, three-four, five-sex, sev'-eight, nine-ten.
It beats. Yes yes, it beats. Once more it'll move.
This here letter of mine I send again.
Circular Poems:
Eloquent
filling a glass
without dripping
walking a line
without tripping
singing a song
without slipping
So eloquent
during winter;
The days are cold
The nights are colder
The sky is white
The snow is whiter
The children are rampant
The flu is rampanter
I'm enduring winter
__ Years Ago poem:
17 years ago
A child born
to loving parents.
Not with scorn,
but with merits.
7 years ago
An idea born
to a caring child.
Not with scorn,
but with something mild.
4 years ago
A dream born
to a growing teen.
Not with scorn,
but with esteem.
1 year ago
A goal born
to a maturing young adult.
Not with scorn,
but with great consult.
X years ahead
A child understands
beacause of a worldly person.
Not with hands,
but with emotion.
Ballad (the last line is 7 syllable instead of 6, so sue me :P):
A boy full of hope and courage
Wielding only his word
While it seems weak to the common
'Tis stronger than the sword.
He fought for his life and others'
Letting the demon out
Using its might to crush his foe
He never once had a doubt.
His way of the ninja shown through
His name they shall now know
For this word's might came from the boy
Uzumaki Naruto
Personification (given prompt of "Rosey cheeks"):
Powder conceals me
Sunlight adores me
Rainfall caresses me
Pursed lips love me
Cold chills make me shiver
Hard hits make me swell
Bandaids make me heal
Lotion makes me smooth
Rosey cheeks light up my face
These fingers type me up**
** - Original line: This pencil writes this down.
And that's all of my poetry I wrote during that class. I hope you all enjoyed it, I would appreciate some feedback as well. :D
Limericks:
A Wockle is a wonderful pet
To sleep it needs only a net
No common sense needed
It will eat what you feed it
A Wockle is the lazy man's pet
I could not with words explain
How the distance between us was pain.
Rapid as a river
My hand was aquiver
And now I, alone, remain.
Haikus:
Flowers drift to sleep
The snow now encasing them
To wait on Spring's come.
This machine whirs loud
So my knife I place under
It spoke not again
I'm the first exile
Banish myself forever
I'm the last exile
Memory Map:
I looked forward then
clinging to my bear.
I feel his furry coat
Only six years of wear.
I look back now
hugging my bear.
I feel his smooth coat
Now seventeen years of wear.
From furry to flat
Over a period of time
All the love in this bear
I wouldn't give for a dime.
Free Verse:
Born in cold darkness
with the force of creation
It shines with the light
too strong to be faded.
The time passes
Passing rocks; only visitiors
Nearest neighbor; light-years away
But then...
The powers within revolt
Pressure building
A jet of escaped gas
Pushing onward
A tail is born... and then
Supernova
Recipe for Disaster:
First we need secrets
for secrecyspreads rumors.
Then we'll find distrust
the trust of stained martyrs.
That we'll need to make unrest,
the broth of our stews.
Sweetening the pot;
mayhem ensues
Simmer over chaos
then serve with a glass of red wine
Because Disaster is kosher.
(Used a headline "How did it come to this?" as a prompt. I kinda like this one)
Two teenagers fighting
like the cold winter's biting.
How did it come to this?
Two friends betraying
like two spies relaying.
How did it come to this?
Two people dieing
while two families are crying...
How did it come to this?
English Sonnet:
You tried so hard, so vain to live so wise.
Pushing out your mem'ries of life before.
Someone called out to you but you didn't care.
Surround yourself with deceit and their lies.
Selling out your best friend just to kill some time;
Destroying their hopes for you and your life;
Pulling out their heartstrings, filling with strife;
Enduring these trials is a blissful crime.
You tell me now that you've changed for good
[That] You have reached back and pulled off the hood.
Underneath I see a face that I've missed.
Aface so pure, a face sosure, unkissed.
The lies forgot, for now it is trivial.
A black heart melts, dissolving the evil.
Italian Sonnet:
There is one whom mine heart doth squanders for.
Sucking support, turning to the cold chills.
Still not knowing of whole my soul she kills.
So close we were; in arms, in minds before.
And then followed by the time of ignore,
The small fragile organ from my chest spills,
As red viscous liquid in veins distills.
When just living itself became a chore.
But now it is time yet again for love.
Trusting the words from out your mouth again.
My youth show'ring innocence in my alcove.
One-two, three-four, five-sex, sev'-eight, nine-ten.
It beats. Yes yes, it beats. Once more it'll move.
This here letter of mine I send again.
Circular Poems:
Eloquent
filling a glass
without dripping
walking a line
without tripping
singing a song
without slipping
So eloquent
during winter;
The days are cold
The nights are colder
The sky is white
The snow is whiter
The children are rampant
The flu is rampanter
I'm enduring winter
__ Years Ago poem:
17 years ago
A child born
to loving parents.
Not with scorn,
but with merits.
7 years ago
An idea born
to a caring child.
Not with scorn,
but with something mild.
4 years ago
A dream born
to a growing teen.
Not with scorn,
but with esteem.
1 year ago
A goal born
to a maturing young adult.
Not with scorn,
but with great consult.
X years ahead
A child understands
beacause of a worldly person.
Not with hands,
but with emotion.
Ballad (the last line is 7 syllable instead of 6, so sue me :P):
A boy full of hope and courage
Wielding only his word
While it seems weak to the common
'Tis stronger than the sword.
He fought for his life and others'
Letting the demon out
Using its might to crush his foe
He never once had a doubt.
His way of the ninja shown through
His name they shall now know
For this word's might came from the boy
Uzumaki Naruto
Personification (given prompt of "Rosey cheeks"):
Powder conceals me
Sunlight adores me
Rainfall caresses me
Pursed lips love me
Cold chills make me shiver
Hard hits make me swell
Bandaids make me heal
Lotion makes me smooth
Rosey cheeks light up my face
These fingers type me up**
** - Original line: This pencil writes this down.
And that's all of my poetry I wrote during that class. I hope you all enjoyed it, I would appreciate some feedback as well. :D