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Continued From Yesterday's Post
As promised in yesterday's post, more poems! These are done in the same erasure technique, from the same book. I wish I could scan and paste pictures of the pages themselves, but it just isn't possible. Maybe some day.
Alright, here we go:
Like those ancient people they had beauty
the man had the laughing, sparkling, musical manner
and swing of the ( Read more... ) -
My Most Recent Poems
I believe I made one post before this regarding a new (well, new to me) poetry technique called "erasure" or "cross out" poems. I took a copy of The Egoist by George Meredith that I had to read for one of my university courses (not my favourite book, five minutes worth of plot drawn out into 425 pages, but there are some good words and phrases in ( Read more... ) -
A New Form of Poetry
A while ago, I discovered a new way to write poetry. You take a novel (in this case one of the ones from a university English course which I have no intention of reading ever again) and either black out the words you don't want, or highlight the words you do want. I chose to highlight, because the black marker bled through the page too much. You ( Read more... ) -
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I haven't forgotten about this journal, I just haven't been writing poetry lately, and I've been too musy to write much of anything else. Here's a few poems I'm sure I forgot to publish before. Hopefully I'll have more time soon to write. I have a novel I need to get finished.
On to the poems:
#1:
What is it birds find to say
In their high singing ( Read more... ) -
When Poetry Becomes...Whatever This Is
This will be my last poem for a while. I actually ran out! I didn't think it was possible, but I haven't written anything in a while. This poem is a work in progress. The Title says it all, actually. I have no idea where it came from. Unlike my other poems, I didn't write this in five minutes. I've been adding to it for a few days now. I'm still ( Read more... ) -
Two Strange Little Poems
These poems arn't connected, I'm just posting them at the same time.
Remember the dead
I’m one of them too
I used to be living
Just like you do
I may still be breathing
But my brain, I confess
No doubt it is dead
Like the heart in my chest
When our society ends
And our civilization dies
When we’ve polluted our air
And darkened our skies
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Silly Poems
Today's poems are a handfull of rather silly, short poems that each tell a story. Their titles give a clue as to what that story is, in case you don't get it.
Dropped Plate
“Don’t fall!”
I call.
I pounce,
I bounce,
I snatch,
I catch,
“I save!”
I rave.
Sore Loser
“Don’t cry!”
I sigh.
I hug,
I shrug,
I grin,
“You win!”
Misbehaving Pet
“Don’t flee!”
I decree.
I watch,
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An Idea From Rossetti
This poem was inspired by Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market", which I had to write an essay on my first year of college. If you've studied this poem, my own poem will make a lot more sense. I will say only that the "goblin men" are really not goblins at all.
‘We must not look at goblin men’
You say it, don’t deny
But look how pretty, standing there
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Dancing Poems!
The only thing I will say about this poem is that it is not about dancing. The dancing is just a metaphor. Points for anyone who actually gets it!
I prefer to dance alone
No one but me to guide my steps
None to force me when to twirl
Holding my hand, they might let go
And let me miss a step and fall
Or make me dance to different steps
Or music I do not ( Read more... )