Post by Deadsketch on Apr 28, 2007 12:53:20 GMT -5
ooc: So, for lit class, we're doing a poetry unit. A project we have to do is write 10 poems, it was either that or compile 20 of your favorites or write an anthology on things or something. I went with the writing. Though I'm not especially great at poems, I know, this is what I have so far. It'll be added to, bear with me. Criticism is always good. We have to do a haiku, sonnet, dramatic, lyric, and narrative, then just five others. Heh, by the way, I don't usually show this stuff, it makes me feel weird, haha. xD And some of the stuff is subject to change. Sorry it sucks, but I'm bored so I'm posting my crap.
#1, Lyric (emotive and expresses feelings)
And now I go
From that land of gold.
Where wind is crisp and the breeze so cold
My life's starting new, in this world of snow
From beaches and where birds sang so.
I leave you, my love
That wind, that sky.
So blue and pure, that masked the lie
I cared for you, but you not for I.
And now I live in this world
Here I live dreaming of you, to die.
My haiku sucks, so I'm not even posting it, and I'll probably just start over on that one.
#2, Sonnet (Poem that has 14 lines, 10 syllables each, which is a pain, so this one extra sucked)
While standing on the old haystack we see
In distant hills and the so far off trees
A flame growing, drawing closer to me.
How it rolls and dances, moving freely
It will take me away now, lovely air.
From falling ash leaves, like dead snow so fair.
It will take me so ar, jumping from woods
To other forests, new lands as it should.
The wind will carry us to new places
Worlds I ought to be , while on fire races.
And on she goes, fuming gray smokey air
How it steals your breath, and with not a care.
It will take all away, oxygen too.
Stealing life, and love, and everything true.
#3, Dramatic (dialogue) - Self Homicide
"He's evil, and cruel. Deserves what's coming."
This, the boy muttered, his fingers a strumming.
"I hate it, I hate him, and he should be gone."
As a chant, strong words in this foul little song.
He made it through the day
Despite the torture 'he' brought.
'Til next 'morrow, where he found what he sought.
"I hate it, I hate you, soon you'll be gone."
He shouted, as a chant and foul little song.
Pushed, a shove, he got his deserves.
A trip, one last fall, and no more cruel words.
But.
"I hate me, I hate me, now let me be gone..."
His last utterence, final words in this sad little song.
#1, Lyric (emotive and expresses feelings)
And now I go
From that land of gold.
Where wind is crisp and the breeze so cold
My life's starting new, in this world of snow
From beaches and where birds sang so.
I leave you, my love
That wind, that sky.
So blue and pure, that masked the lie
I cared for you, but you not for I.
And now I live in this world
Here I live dreaming of you, to die.
My haiku sucks, so I'm not even posting it, and I'll probably just start over on that one.
#2, Sonnet (Poem that has 14 lines, 10 syllables each, which is a pain, so this one extra sucked)
While standing on the old haystack we see
In distant hills and the so far off trees
A flame growing, drawing closer to me.
How it rolls and dances, moving freely
It will take me away now, lovely air.
From falling ash leaves, like dead snow so fair.
It will take me so ar, jumping from woods
To other forests, new lands as it should.
The wind will carry us to new places
Worlds I ought to be , while on fire races.
And on she goes, fuming gray smokey air
How it steals your breath, and with not a care.
It will take all away, oxygen too.
Stealing life, and love, and everything true.
#3, Dramatic (dialogue) - Self Homicide
"He's evil, and cruel. Deserves what's coming."
This, the boy muttered, his fingers a strumming.
"I hate it, I hate him, and he should be gone."
As a chant, strong words in this foul little song.
He made it through the day
Despite the torture 'he' brought.
'Til next 'morrow, where he found what he sought.
"I hate it, I hate you, soon you'll be gone."
He shouted, as a chant and foul little song.
Pushed, a shove, he got his deserves.
A trip, one last fall, and no more cruel words.
But.
"I hate me, I hate me, now let me be gone..."
His last utterence, final words in this sad little song.