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This is the official Poetry Club page! I really can't wait to start reading your poems. Here are some things you should know.
1. Only Poetry Club members can post on here. As a reminder, here is a list of the people who have signed up:
Everinne
Maggie
Theo W.
Blonde Heroines Rule
Ruby M.
Corina
Red
S.E
Teresa
Tovah. L
~Blue Fairy~
Ria
Abigail A.
Violet
me (Nina)
2. Poem themes will be changed every Sunday. When themes are posted, please write a poem related to the theme.
3. Since school is starting up soon, I will be super busy with eveything. So I probably won't be able to write my poems or critique your poems. I'll still be posting themes though.
That's all! As soon as this gets posted I'll post the first theme. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask! Happy writing! :)
submitted by Nina , age 11, Florida
(January 5, 2014 - 11:45 am)
(January 5, 2014 - 11:45 am)
Dang it, I couldn't join since I've been taking a break from the Chatterbox for a while...any open spots?
(January 5, 2014 - 4:51 pm)
Sure, I can try and squeeze your spot in the club. You're lucky to have it: there was only one spot left! I'm glad you have decided to join.
For this week's theme, please write a poem about winter.
(January 5, 2014 - 6:08 pm)
TOPP
(January 5, 2014 - 5:10 pm)
A Winter Haiku:
Winter sweep, quiet
Sleeping town, world my own space
White, my footprints grey.
(January 6, 2014 - 9:25 am)
Finished! This poem's name is "Aftermath".
“Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.”
Today is the day the world ended.
Today is the day we kneel into the soft snow that falls around us.
Today we stare up at the dark and cloudy sky and wonder what we did wrong.
My starving sister cries.
She will not be able to eat today.
My brother yells and beats us.
He will not be able to see his loved one anymore.
I stare at my charred and blackened hands
And wonder why time stopped for us.
The last cold pieces of the world fall around us.
We’re not different, like we thought.
We spent so much time arguing and hating
But death makes everyone and everything equal.
As the last cold pieces of the world fall around us,
The snow blends us together,
Not He and She and I
But Cold.
Today is the day the world ended and became Winter.
(January 6, 2014 - 4:44 pm)
This is really impressive and my poetry is incredibly stupid by comparison.
Spammy says: maeb. Maybe I'll make it through the year....
(January 6, 2014 - 8:19 pm)
WOW Red!!! I love how emotionaly in depth yours is!!!!!!!!
(January 9, 2014 - 8:16 am)
Sorry if this isn't too good! It doesn't really have a title...
Snow falls down on the windowsill
Twirling like little ballerines
Don't you see it?
Hot chocolate burns your hand
With steam coming out of the mug, wetting your hand
Don't you feel it?
Screams come from down the street where kids are sledding
A little girl screams quite loudly because she fell face-first in the cold snow
Don't you hear it?
Christmas cookies enter your mouth
The sweetness and deliciousness make you want more
Don't you taste it?
The Christmas tree in your house makes the house smell like the forest
Pine scent filling the air
Don't you smell it?
The five senses are very strong during winter
Helping you know this is more than a dream.
(January 6, 2014 - 6:35 pm)
A Poem on Winter--
What is coldness, what is darkness?
They are end-of-year personified,
The year taken un-form.
Can we escape the shroud
Of December's death
And return again
To living spring?
Or shall we ever remain
In Winter?
I just dashed that off in three minutes; sorry if it's morbid and makes no sense!
(January 6, 2014 - 7:05 pm)
she always says
winter is her favorite season.
when asked why,
she simply says
“I like the cold.”
but really,
it’s more than that.
she likes winter
because when it’s winter,
no one will question her
for wearing long sleeves.
(Author's Note: I wonder if any of you wil see what I implied.)
(January 6, 2014 - 8:20 pm)
I get it. That's dark, but I like the format. Nice job.
(January 6, 2014 - 9:07 pm)
It kinda sounds like Brian Andreas, whose poems are like
"You're the strangest person I ever met
she said
& I said you too
& we decided we'd know each other for a long time"
That's actually one of his poems. Anyways, I really like your poem and its nod to Mr. Andreas, whether you were trying for it or not:)
(January 9, 2014 - 8:23 am)
....huh. I'm going to go look up some of his poetry right now.
(January 9, 2014 - 3:19 pm)
This isn't great because I don't write poetry often (hence being humilkiated when my poem got first place in a Cricket contest):
A SNOWBALL FIGHT
I run up,
Snow covered and wet,
Snow firm and crunchy,
packed as it could get.
The balls right now are coming,
I don't think we'll win,
As snow's flying everywhere,
At our fort in Lynn.
Abby, Hannah, Becca,
Versus Ry plus me,
Together they dominate us,
On their winning spree.
But pulling up to them,
Fort just ahead,
Attack, veer right then left,
Snow now lead.
As victory is ours,
We hop inside of doors,
And there's no more snowy magic,
Back to school and boring chores.
(January 6, 2014 - 9:11 pm)
I used to write poetry a lot. Two years ago. So, I'm sorry. As a landscape poem, this is really messed up. I kept writing poems about winter, and I was going to write an Ode, but then it ended up being a landscape poem. I'm still not satified with it, but...
Landscape of Snow
Snowflakes fall in big heavy drops
Covering the scenery in a shade of white
The children at the daycare down the street
Carelessly lick up the snow, and swallow, smiling
Snowflakes land on top one another
Hiding our house behind miniature mountains
The scrap of a shovel against our neighbor’s driveway
Reaches my ears early in the morning
Snowflakes freeze overnight
Making the roads slippery and dangerous
The cars that have made it on the hill and off the road
That my dad stopped, and helped push into the street
The snowflakes freeze in midair, as we look out the window
Into the Minnesota winter, the landscape of snow
(January 7, 2014 - 2:14 pm)