Some old form poems
OK, I've dug around in my archives and found a few things. I really need to take the time to sort them out by form (at least those that adhere to form). These are all on the lighter side. The pantoum was my very first and I was laboring under the impression that it required rhyme. *shrugs* Anyway, it was fun to write.
To Write a Pantoum
A poem can be so very hard to write,
Such crazy rules there are to plague my path.
I try and try and try with all my might
Mayhap I should trade poetry for math.
Such crazy rules there are to plague my path
Repeat this line in the right place and time
Mayhap I should trade poetry for math.
It’s hard to get the proper lines to rhyme.
Repeat this line in the right place and time,
Don’t let it run away and have its fun.
It’s hard to get the proper lines to rhyme.
But when you do you’re proud of what you’ve done.
Don’t let it run away and have its fun.
These rules can make you crazy while you work.
But when you do you’re proud of what you’ve done.
Such pride there is in mastering the quirk.
These rules can make you crazy while you work.
Yet working it all out can be a feat.
Such pride there is in mastering the quirk.
The satisfaction of a job complete.
Yet working it all out can be a feat.
So mightily I struggle with the task.
The satisfaction of a job complete.
That in the finished work I’d like to bask.
So mightily I struggle with the task.
I try and try and try with all my might
That in the finished work I’d like to bask.
A poem can be so very hard to write.
The villanelles demonstrate my obsession with writing a non-obsessive villanelle. :P
Giggles
villanelle
Her giggles fill the air,
this small one known as Boo,
her laughter free of care.
I watch her playing there
with her beloved Pooh.
Her giggles fill the air,
No feeling can compare,
her giggles do renew,
her laughter free of care.
I’m driven to declare
my love for her anew.
Her giggles fill the air,
Listening, I’m aware
of cheer that bubbles through.
Her laughter free of care.
She’s never known despair,
none can her joy subdue.
Her giggles fill the air,
her laughter free of care.
Pickle
villenelle
I desperately long for a pickle;
The food of the gods certainly.
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
Long ago they were two for a nickel
And certainly well worth the fee.
I desperately long for a pickle.
Up north I had pickle icicle
In an igloo by the frozen sea,
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
Down south it becomes deep fried chickle
Served with a tall glass of sweet tea;
I desperately long for a pickle.
To the shop I’ll ride on my bicycle,
I wish that the pickles were free,
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
My love for the pickle’s not fickle,
It’s my favorite food don’t you see?
I desperately long for a pickle,
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
To Write a Pantoum
A poem can be so very hard to write,
Such crazy rules there are to plague my path.
I try and try and try with all my might
Mayhap I should trade poetry for math.
Such crazy rules there are to plague my path
Repeat this line in the right place and time
Mayhap I should trade poetry for math.
It’s hard to get the proper lines to rhyme.
Repeat this line in the right place and time,
Don’t let it run away and have its fun.
It’s hard to get the proper lines to rhyme.
But when you do you’re proud of what you’ve done.
Don’t let it run away and have its fun.
These rules can make you crazy while you work.
But when you do you’re proud of what you’ve done.
Such pride there is in mastering the quirk.
These rules can make you crazy while you work.
Yet working it all out can be a feat.
Such pride there is in mastering the quirk.
The satisfaction of a job complete.
Yet working it all out can be a feat.
So mightily I struggle with the task.
The satisfaction of a job complete.
That in the finished work I’d like to bask.
So mightily I struggle with the task.
I try and try and try with all my might
That in the finished work I’d like to bask.
A poem can be so very hard to write.
The villanelles demonstrate my obsession with writing a non-obsessive villanelle. :P
Giggles
villanelle
Her giggles fill the air,
this small one known as Boo,
her laughter free of care.
I watch her playing there
with her beloved Pooh.
Her giggles fill the air,
No feeling can compare,
her giggles do renew,
her laughter free of care.
I’m driven to declare
my love for her anew.
Her giggles fill the air,
Listening, I’m aware
of cheer that bubbles through.
Her laughter free of care.
She’s never known despair,
none can her joy subdue.
Her giggles fill the air,
her laughter free of care.
Pickle
villenelle
I desperately long for a pickle;
The food of the gods certainly.
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
Long ago they were two for a nickel
And certainly well worth the fee.
I desperately long for a pickle.
Up north I had pickle icicle
In an igloo by the frozen sea,
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
Down south it becomes deep fried chickle
Served with a tall glass of sweet tea;
I desperately long for a pickle.
To the shop I’ll ride on my bicycle,
I wish that the pickles were free,
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.
My love for the pickle’s not fickle,
It’s my favorite food don’t you see?
I desperately long for a pickle,
The flavor makes my taste buds tickle.