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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)
Here's my poem! I really couldn't think of a nice title, but if you would like to read it through and suggest a title, you can.
Gray clouds blanket the sky
Like a dark sheet covering the blue.
Lightning strikes flash through
Like strings of fire.
Rain pours down from above
Like a crying God.
Thunder rumbles
Like a hungry giant.
Wind blows powerfully with a sound
Like a howling wolf.
This is the storm
Ready to rage.
NEW THEME: The theme for this week is to write a poem about an animal. You can choose an animal and write about what it looks like, what its personality is like, their habitat, or what a day might look like for them.
(January 19, 2014 - 6:42 am)
@Nina
I love the poem! I thought of a title for it: Zeus's Anger. You know, since Zeus is the god of thunder and stuff. Just a suggestion!
Here's my animal poem:
Pink toes
Bright nose
Eyes shut
Round pose.
Tail long
Not strong
Ears fuzzy
Silent song.
Dozing
Snoozing
Snoring
Losing
The experience of winter.
It's the little dormouse
Hibernating again.
(January 19, 2014 - 11:43 am)
Nina,
If/when you have an opening, may i please join?
(January 19, 2014 - 11:55 am)
Mag Fan,
Of course you can join when there is an opening! There was another person who asked, SC, if she could join but all the spots were taken. Then Everinne stopped doing the Poetry Club, so right now there is an open spot. We'll see what SC says, and if I don't hear from her for a few days, then you may have the spot! :)
(January 19, 2014 - 4:36 pm)
SC has claimed the spot. Sorry, Mag Fan, but I will create another one for next month!
(January 21, 2014 - 7:11 pm)
That's OK, I'm glad SC is in this. I'll be one of the first people to sign up next month though!
(January 22, 2014 - 7:24 am)
There are so many thoughts buzzing around my head that I know I could turn into a poem but I don't know how to organize them
(January 19, 2014 - 3:06 pm)
Whisper of leaves,
Hint of gold,
Paws of sunrise,
Hidden, not old,
Stalking, quiet,
Indian Feet,
Creeping, sneaking,
As the daylight fleets.
Waiting, quiet
POUNCE!!-
I spring,
The prey has no time
To even fight.
What animal am I?
(January 20, 2014 - 5:29 pm)
Abigail, I love this poem! Is the animal you are describing a big cat, like a lion?
(January 20, 2014 - 7:13 pm)
It is a lion, in fact!
(January 21, 2014 - 8:49 am)
@Nina: I'll take the spot.
Spines
-
Mama she
kneads her fingers against his back
pinches the bones
says
this, this right here
taps each knob till it shudders like a bell
this is the important stuff
this is where your soul is boy
Mama she
tucks him in close to her river stained face
don't you forget yourself
don't you sell this to anything
He whispers himself into
this inky fur skin he likes the
soft pads for palms and soles the
quiet graceful limbs the
curling backbone the
eyes- Mama?
Silver arrowheads and broken backs do orphans make.
always keep your backbone boy
He panics into wings
lightning fey eyes and tree dark feathers
but too many fragile ribs
too many shallow vertebrae
until he reaches a place where
waves lap at moonlit bleached cliffs
he trades wingspan for fangs and claws
for silver fur and no pack
He wants to lose it to leave it behind
leave his backbone there on the dark sand
die and be lapped up by the sea
Instead he lopes in towards glen
no matter how you whirl and twirl boy
don't you ever forget
don't you ever forget to keep your spine
(January 20, 2014 - 9:17 pm)
@ Nina: Does the animal have to be real? I dunno if I'd do it on a fictional one or not, but I was just curious.
(January 20, 2014 - 10:30 pm)
Yes, the animal can be real or it can be fictitious.
(January 21, 2014 - 6:50 pm)
the small one,
the weakened one
lagging behind the pack.
it’s not long
before
the lions pounce.
the others,
the strong ones,
they do nothing.
they promised forever,
but now--
nothing.
soon the runt
is forgotten,
the hole filled by
a brighter,
better,
other.
this is about...I don't know, really. Wild animals, I guess.
(January 20, 2014 - 11:35 pm)
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(January 25, 2014 - 3:14 pm)