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Everyday poetry~
Poetry can be found everywhere.
Whether it's in the plink of the raindrops against your window as you drive to school, or the time you found your old teddy bear in the bottom of a chest of toys, or when you tried to talk to someone new, or the way that your best friend stutters and grins when she talks. It can be the victory that you found hidden under your blankets, or the thoughts that swirl around in your head at night that need to be released into words of nonsense.
This is the place to share all of that. All of the little things in life that make it interesting, or strange, or sad.
All of the things that make us writers and poets.
Your poems don't have to be good. They don't have to brilliant. They don't have to make sense. They don't even have to be under your real name.
I'll go ahead and post one (be it good or not XD)
Small town Georgia
As the fields in between
The tiny patches of civilization
Filled with old cars
Barbed wire fences
Rolling grasses
Growing in controlled chaos
The occasional stray dog
As the fields melt into neighborhoods
And then out into tangled weeds
Of the roadside again
The road fades into large fields of controlled, prim, excuses for grass
Surrounding old brick houses
New ones, recently built, crips and wooden with gables and add-ons.
Horse stables
Fields of crops
Rows of pinetrees
The occasional top of a mountain
Peeking over the clusters of trees.
An old song, brought to the light of a new age
Emotions cooling in the inside of a car, so different from the real outside road
Littered in old tires
Dead animals
Dead grass
Dead stone
The signs of industry
Billboards
Metal signs
More and more cars, speeding along like so many busy ants
And so do we
Over bridges of concrete
That arch over rivers of brown water.
submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 13, Turning red and gold
(October 16, 2016 - 1:26 pm)
(October 16, 2016 - 1:26 pm)
Thank you! :D
(November 21, 2016 - 1:02 pm)
More heartwarming stories. :)
Micna says brck. You want me to write a poem about a brick?
(November 25, 2016 - 11:57 pm)
Heres something I wrote last night:
Home
Rolling hills, purple mountains
Fields of gold and green.
Forests, trees, bursting with life.
Blooms, red, white, and pink.
Little creek, rolling over stones
Moon shines down in the night.
I look up and see the constellations,
A chickadee takes flight.
The sun dies down with burning flame,
Once again rising tomorrow.
And bursting with color and life and joy,
A beautifully heart wrenching sorrow.
Lilies blooming on the waves of the pond,
And fish splashing in the sunshine.
A leaf flutters down from its place on the tree,
I reach up and grab it; it's mine!
A field of flowers, wild beauty
Dancing happily in the breeze.
A field mouse, dainty, stretches at dawn.
And lets out a sweet little sneeze.
There's the old gray barn, with its old gray charm,
and the dog at feet chews a bone
Of all the places in the world,
This is Kentucky; this is my home.
(November 21, 2016 - 9:26 am)
Here are some acrostic poems I wrote!
The Four Seasons
SPRING
Sprout and buds
Protruding from the ground or tree branches.
Raindrops falling, pitter patter, on the riverbank.
Inside her nest, a mother robin feeds her chicks
New birth, new hope,
Growing, changing, new life, Spring.
SUMMER
Sun, shining high, beating down its heated rays.
Underground, plants take root.
Many crops flourish.
Many Suns rise and set, with each their burning flame,
Ever burning, ever hot.
Rain, heavy rain, is the first summer storm. Summer.
FALL
Floating, flitting, flying, falling from its place on the tree.
An Autumn sunset glimmers auburn, burning in all its glorious flame.
Leaves, bursting with color, bursting with fire.
Leaving summer behind in a slow descent to coldness. Fall.
WINTER
White, white, covering everything.
Icicles hang from rooftops and treetops.
Nothing stirs, nothing moves. Everything is sleeping.
Tiny snowflakes, delicate crystals of ice, fall slowly from the clouds, landing on my nose.
Everything is covered in a blanket of snow.
Rising, the sun leaps into the sky, setting a certain sparkle upon the snow.
And here's one called Wise Old Tree
Wise Old Tree
Tough bark, tender leaves.
Rough bark, softer leaves.
Ever growing, ever changing
Ever knowing, Wise Old Tree.
(November 21, 2016 - 9:36 am)
Wow, the imagery in these are amazing!
(November 21, 2016 - 9:47 pm)
Thank you! That's what I strive for! :-)
(November 22, 2016 - 7:43 am)
Wow, every single one of these poems by everyone have been amazing. You guys are all so talented!
(November 22, 2016 - 7:47 pm)
Thanks!
(November 23, 2016 - 3:24 pm)
This one is kind of really weird... but here it is!
~What the Lighthouse Sees~
The lighthouses's light sweeps across the dark sand,
In circles, spinning around around... now it's on the dark ocean,
It was abandoned, but now... standing between the ocean and the land,
A girl, in a white nightgown, transfixed, like she's drunken a trance-potion.
The moon ducks behind the clouds; the stars wink out into the blackness,
The lighthouse light only shines feebly, making it's loop around the water, then,
It's on the beach, on the girl, illuminating her coiled hair, shining in all it's goldeness,
And her hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, like a feeble, run-over, once-beautiful wren.
Her bare legs move, one in front of the other, her eyes fixed on the light,
Her nightgown blows around in the wind, her feet enter the water,
And so she went deeper and deeper, 'till her head was barely in sight,
Then it was gone, as was she, no one's sister, no one's daughter.
The ocean waves churn and roil, as if saying, "I don't want her,
Either." Like all the others, even the ocean didn't want the girl.
The ocean, who had so willingly, taken in scraps and fur, didn't want her,
As she fell, unwanted by everyone, her eyes closed and her hair began to unfurl.
All through this time, only one was watching over her and all,
Never-ending, never-stopping, it was that one always-shining light,
It watched Great Britain rise, it watched the Roman Empires fall,
Always shining, always there for lonely travelers in the night.
Oh, what the lighthouse sees! Magnificent wonders, for only he.
Oh, what the lighthouse sees! Tragedies, broken loves, only known to he.
And here's another one:
~Playtime~
"Fly, Lucy, Fly!"
Spinning, twirling, the world is caught in limbo,
Jumping, leaping, springing up high,
The beach's sand flying up like a misty fog.
"Run, Lucy, Run!"
Sprinting, jogging, toward the ocean,
Splashing, diving, just having fun,
The oceans's water flying up like tiny raindrops.
"Swim, Lucy, Swim!"
Kicking, down, up, holding her breath,
Farther, deeper, longer, into the ocean,
Her breath's bubbles rising up to the surface.
"Live, Lucy, Live!"
Breathing, laughing, enjoying her day,
Flying, running, swimming, living,
Just a normal girl, having a extraordinary day.
~~~
Yeah, this one was kind of weird, too.
Anyways... let's submit this!
(November 23, 2016 - 5:19 pm)
Nice! Nugget says ewok. You saw an ewok? Aaawww! I bet he was so cute!
(November 24, 2016 - 7:02 am)
These were so good! I don't think they were weird at all. You have lots of talent- keep writing poems!
(November 25, 2016 - 8:58 am)
No, I wouldn't say the poems are "weird." Or if it truly is weird, what would be the matter with that? Anyway, I found the first one very creative, from the moment I read the first line, I thought, Cool, it's from the perspective of a lighthouse! I like the way you described it's light. Then my interest sparked further when the girl was introduced. As it talked about even the ocean not wanting her, I found that interesting as well. I don't really know how to phrase it....I just admire how you brought in a lot of interesting elements.
As for the second poem, I also found its pattern creative, with the Lucy dialogue, then some verbs describing that action. A nice "everyday poem."
OHMYGOSH my CAPTCHA oh dear goodness gracious heavens above she said something very close to a curse word! I won't repeat it. What on earth has gotten into you Micna? What on earth? I must figure out why she said this!
You know what...I'm sure you didn't mean anything actually...she probably just heard it and repeated it. Perhaps she's asking what it means. Well Micna, don't repeat it again! It's no good. I wonder where she heard it.
Wait a minute. GRAAAAAACE! I need to have a talk with her.
Oh gosh now I have to type it in to post this. I feel so awkward! *cringe*
(November 26, 2016 - 12:09 am)
Ooh, this is a cool idea. I want to read more, but I'll be going to bed soon.
Also, nice to meet you, Autumn Leaves. I enjoy the sensory details in your poem.
(November 24, 2016 - 11:13 pm)
I've read all of them so far now, and I thank everyone for sharing their work, I've enjoyed reading them. Plenty of talent here! I hope to post some poetry as well.
(November 26, 2016 - 12:00 am)
Hey guys, I'm back! I just read through your poems, and......well..... I really don't have words. You guys are so amazing! I hope my poetry will get that good someday.
Thank you so much for keeping this thread alive!
Also, Owlgirl, it's me!!!!! Shadowmoon!!!!!! I'm so glad you're back!!!!
(November 26, 2016 - 10:33 am)