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Here is one I'd like critiquing on.
Power
Courses through my veins
Fire, ice, electric,
unstoppable.
I can't halt it.
It is fire, and
I am BURNING
Clarity like ice
Cold calculation
invincible
Bud of flame, ever.
egg of ice, always
child of lightning
everlasting, only one.
submitted by Indigo
(December 2, 2014 - 11:24 pm)
(December 2, 2014 - 11:24 pm)
Harbinger
a splash of orange
among green leaves.
I sweat
as I write this,
but there remains
the memory
of a frigid
walk to school.
fall is in the air.
(December 12, 2014 - 9:00 pm)
Awesome! I love it!
(January 9, 2015 - 8:17 am)
Let's take it to the top! I love poetry!!!
(January 12, 2015 - 8:39 pm)
Okay! That's it! We NEED some rhymed or metered poetry here! Too much meterless free verse!
Much as I like free verse, it has to have meter (a beat) to be poetry.
THIS is free verse:
A whisper in the air
A ripple in the water
A song in the meadow
That sweetens my ear.
Not:
I feel powerful
I jump on my foe and crush him
People scream and run away
Because of me
Suddenly I fall and crash
Powerless to help myself as the heroes come
(I wrote that when I was eight and am annoyed with myself.)
(January 12, 2015 - 8:47 pm)
Actually, the poem that you wrote when you were eight wasn't bad. It has a good message. What do you have against meterless free-verse? Poetry isn't always meant to have rhyme or reason.
(January 12, 2015 - 9:36 pm)
Here is one I did a while ago.
Storm
Thud, thud, thud,
Squeak, squeak, squeak
The winshield wipers go.
The rain gets hard.
The thunder, loud.
The lightning, bright.
The air, cold,
The car, slow.
We wait.
Wait to arrive.
Wait to get home,
To be warm,
To be cozy,
And to feel safe.
But the house is far,
The rain, hard.
The thunder, loud.
The lightning, bright.
The air, cold,
The car, slow.
And we wait.
~
Do you guys like it?
(January 15, 2015 - 1:20 pm)
Thank you for the metered poem.
I wait for a sign
A letter, or a note
Anything would be fine
If you read what I wrote
I've been sending you letters
Every day for a year
So to to make me feel better,
Just lend me your ear.
I've waited for notes
But you never write one
The chance is remote
That my waiting is done.
CALLING ALL POETS! Please enter the January Cricket League poetry contest about friends. cricketmagkids.com/contests
Admin
(January 15, 2015 - 11:01 pm)
I've entered Cricket poetry contests several times. I've been published once, and an honorable mention once. To all of you who are wondering if you should do it, or if your good enough: go for it!
I'm not doing it this time because I'm sending my poems into Stone Soup this week! But I enjoy sending into Cricket poetry contests, and will be paying close attention to this contest's winners! Get submitting everyone!
(January 16, 2015 - 10:32 am)
May I have some critiques on this please?
Ammunition
Cicada shells are plentiful in our backyard,
being used for bullets, shooting three at a time.
Cicada shedings are plentiful in our backyard,
we used to be amazed at how intact they were,
Today we use them for bullets;
shooting three at a time.
Their crouched forms, so detailed,
even if only a shadow shed from the
reality, so detailed, even including bulging
eyes glancing sideways like many other bugs
colored a shade of some rare brown
How could they even get out of there?
shot three at a time by young,
five-year-olds fingers, aimed by a stick
gun and thrown off with little force to
hit hard wood without sound
I got you yer dead, Dad!
Shells so detailed, now to be crushed.
(January 16, 2015 - 3:06 pm)
This is TOTALLY RANDOM! Yahoo!!
"I Have Amazing Books to Read"
I have amazing books to read,
That wonder and astound;
Those capital conveyances
That sail the whole world 'round!
But though the lands of dreams are vast,
Pay heed to this my rhyme:
I have amazing books to read,
If I could find the time.
(January 16, 2015 - 6:20 pm)
This is my favorite poem! (besides the one about letters.)
(January 17, 2015 - 9:54 am)
To the top with you beautiful poems!
(January 18, 2015 - 12:52 pm)
Please critique this:
waves crash over the sand
and I look over the land
and then over the sea
oh I wish I was a mermaid
swimming in the deep
a wish and a secret I must keep
(January 18, 2015 - 1:22 pm)