Poetry Club

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Poetry Club

Poetry Club

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)

back to the Inkwell

How do you people write happy poetry? Seriously, how do you do that?

submitted by Maggie, age 12, nowhere pleasant
(January 7, 2014 - 7:20 pm)

For me, I just think of the bad things in things and write about the opposite.

 

submitted by S.E.
(January 7, 2014 - 8:00 pm)

There are many things you can find joy in, and we want to express that happiness in our poetry. 

submitted by Unknown, Mystery
(January 7, 2014 - 8:04 pm)

@ Maggie: I find things that make me sentimental, and write about that.

 

A Typical Winter Day

Large grey clouds cover the sky above,

Tender, soft, the color of dove.

Quickly the air temperature starts to drop,

snow flurries down, I doubt it will stop.

Dressed in winter clothes, including fuzzy socks!,

sliding around like a mad, insane ninja, which totally rocks!

I run into things, people, the table, the door.

"Oh wait, the door is open!" I shriek as I slide across the floor.

I'm hurled outside, landing quite hard on my face.

Snowflakes flutter down, looking like litttle doilies of lace.

The cold stings my skin, making my cheeks turn bright red.

I started to slip, relishing the day, "Oh wait, I'm going to die!" I suddenly said.

I rush to the door, which had closed behind me, to discover it locked. 

"Well crud," I mutter, not really shocked.

In case you couldn't tell, this stuff happens a lot to me.

I'm stuck outside, freezing, no shoes, for all the neighbors to see.

There's only one option left, though the idea makes me sick.

I scramble to the roof, feeling quite like St. Nick.

I stare down the chimney, questioning my sanity.

Finally I jump, screaming a great deal of profanity.

I topple into the living room, covered in soot and smelling of smoke,

I try to talk, which comes out like a croak.

So this is usually how I spend my winter days,

doing something psychotic that's bound to amaze. 

Here I sign off, because I need to go shower,

then give the chimney a thorough scour.

~ Blonde Heroines Rule

So this is probably the STUPIDEST poem ever to be written about winter, but there ya go!

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(January 7, 2014 - 10:41 pm)

This is really weird, but after I submitted my winter poem, I tried thinking of another poem about winter, and somehow I started making a poem as a kind of winterized parody of "My Heart Will Go On," the Titanic song. When I finished I'll post it; I think it's oddly really funny. You'll have to read it like it's sung, though.

submitted by Everinne, age 14, Winter
(January 8, 2014 - 9:31 pm)

Here's my winter poem:

 

 

Gorgeous flaky stars of white

Delicate, fragile

Flutter forth

Wind screams

The snow topples

Rushing towards the earth

But

As soon as the particle

Aligns with the ground

A shimmer of sudden heat

Connects with it

And it slowly,

Slowly

Melts

Away.

 

What's our next theme?!

submitted by Nora the Singer, age 13, New Jersey
(January 9, 2014 - 5:27 pm)

Nina isn't going to post another theme until the 12th.

submitted by Maggie, age 12, nowhere pleasant
(January 9, 2014 - 6:30 pm)

Ohhhhhhhhh.

submitted by Nora the Singer, age 13, New Jersey
(January 11, 2014 - 3:33 pm)

Snow is falling slowly

Lights are glowing brightly now

Happy squeals of kids 

submitted by Ria
(January 11, 2014 - 7:55 am)

Tanka time! There's no title because I don't want a title.

Icy shadows streak

Across the cold hard ground

While the Earth dreams.

I too watch the shadows and

Dream of an approaching warmth. 

submitted by Ruby M., age 14, Somewhere
(January 11, 2014 - 7:54 pm)

For this week's theme, please write a poem about any landscape. A wintry landscape, a summer beach, your backyard... any poem about your favorite landscape will do!

submitted by Nina, age 11, Florida
(January 12, 2014 - 10:22 am)

Does a poem about a library's bookshelf count?

submitted by Violet, age 12, here
(January 14, 2014 - 4:48 pm)

Spotlight

Casting blinding force onto the worn-out wooden shiny floor

Curtains

Looking extravagant in deep red, flowing breezily

Costumes

Old and used but washed, all different colors

Makeup

Dusty-smelling, thick, dramatic

Camera

Being sure to catch a glance of every actor

Home

Is where the stage is

Lights

Camera

Action. 

submitted by Nora the Singer, age 13, New Jersey
(January 14, 2014 - 7:52 pm)

Nora, I really like how you wrote this poem! It will inspire me to write future poems for this club and for other poems in school, too. Keep on writing!

submitted by Nina, age 11, Florida
(January 15, 2014 - 3:52 pm)

Aww, thank you! I LOVE to write, and as you can see, I love to act and sing too! Sometimes my thoughts just flow onto the paper/screen, and that's exactly what happened. Glad you liked it! By the way, I love this idea for a poetry club! It's a great way to express ourselves. I WILL keep on writing :)

submitted by Nora the Singer, age 13, New Jersey
(January 19, 2014 - 11:37 am)
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