ALL NEW POETRY

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ALL NEW POETRY

ALL NEW POETRY CLUB!!!!!!!!

Okay, I started one a long time ago, but that one died, and then I started yet another one, and THAT ONE DISAPPEARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This time, I am confident my thread will not disappear or die.

So here's how it'll go. If you join, you'll vote between these random three poets: Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe, or Emily Dickinson. You must vote for ONE OF THESE, though you may, ALONG WITH YOUR VOTE, suggest nominees for the next time we vote (which wont be too far away).

If you dont know any of these poets, just vote for a random one or go with the majority. 

Once we have voted for a poet, I will present some of their poems and discuss them a and explore their meaning, and at some point, I'll give you a prompt related to the poem, and we may write our own poetry inspired by the poems.

Oh, and can we have someone to be a "Word Wizard" and look up words you thinkwe wont know.

I cant wait to start!

I vote for........R-no, I vote for Edgar Allen Poe! 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 11, 2015 - 5:32 pm)

back to the Inkwell

My poem... still a rough-draft.

 

My Mind Pictures a Storybook Heroine

 

Gloom’s grey blobs stick 

to branches of trees. 

 

Like sticks, these trees are 

dry, their twigs snap easily, 

 

although the clouds 

above represent moisture. 

 

A lone adventurer,

pauses to look down

 

a path that leads to

the lead-colored horizon. 

 

Her hair is twisted down

her back in vine-like braids,

 

her face uncertain

as she looks down another 

 

trail, and then back at the

first. There is no wind,

 

no sound, only the

silence of a choice. 

 

submitted by Rose bud
(July 18, 2015 - 10:21 am)

@Rose bud...

hmm, i like the idea of your poem. its very abstract.

especially the part about gloom's grey blobs.

friendly critique: i think you should have a little more description, describing the hero and the surroundings...maybe use some similes and metaphors. i think you should also describe the choice a little more.

i really like the last line, "no sound, only the silence of choice"

is that where the poem ends, or will you write what the decison is? because either would work fine... 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 20, 2015 - 1:15 pm)

Sorry, Life!

I think he means by the one less travled by, I think he means the one he wouldn't have chosen first. So in his mind he thinks it would be less travled by. I also really like what Admin said. Life is hard and tough, and sometimes we take the road "less travled by" That could also mean, since both are equally walked on; That it's the one we don't usually hear about. Less travled by as in known wise. Plus, all religeons are great, except for the Rainbow people one. Not really even sure what that is. But don't check it out. 

submitted by Buggy
(July 18, 2015 - 7:27 pm)

@ Buggy sorry off topic...the Rainbow people? im not sure...do you mean the gay marriage? their flag is a rainbow.

honestly, i would never marry someone of the same gender, but i would never be mean to or discriminate people who do.

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 20, 2015 - 1:09 pm)

@Owlgirl Sorry, um the Rainbow people are like a cult. They do drugs. But I totally agree with what you have to say Owlgirl.

@Rosebud. I LOVE YOUR POEM! I am in love with the last line as well. Plus how you describe they clouds as if they are going to rain.

Friendly Critique: Don't get me wrong. I am in love with this poem! But what if you added more detail on the path's. It works both ways. 

submitted by Buggy
(July 21, 2015 - 9:28 am)

im back!!!!!!!!

 

@Aubrey, of course you are welcome to join. I am always happy to let new peple in. im so glad you want to join.

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 20, 2015 - 1:06 pm)
You are walking through a forest
at midnight. 
The wind whispers strange things in your ear.
You remember nothing of
who you are
what happened before
why you are here.
So you will have to make choices
based on
only what you see before you... 
Part I
Two paths.
The first is glittered with moonstone
reflecting dreams
and indigo flowers line the edge,
ringing
and willow trees form a tunnel. 
You see no signs of travel
but two lone footprints.
Comforting that someone has been there before.
Not comforting that there are only two.
Why did they stop?
Did something snatch up whoever
made them
or lick the rest of the fottprints
clean
out of the dust?
The second path is
piled
with dead leaves
surrounded by ferns
and overgrowth
and a clove of poison ivy 
lurks
at the entrance.
You peer further and see
a single
white
bone.
Whose bone?
Why alone?
Did someone die there
or drop it there?
Since you don’t know who you are,
you don’t know if you are
adventurous,
someone who would plunge into the unknown
or if you are cautious,
someone who would take 
the one more travelled by.
You must make yourself anew.
You think.
Both paths bear an object 
omen.
You close your eyes.
Let yourself go slack
and numb
and careless
and in a sea of blank mindset.
You are so near to unconsciousness
But you do not hit the ground.
No, you connect with the wind
and the wind lifts you
up
and carries you down a path
then drops you.
You open your eyes.
You are on the first path.
The wind has chosen.
You do not look back.
You just keep on walking.
Because when you are walking through this forest
at midnight,
when the wind whispers strange things in your ear, 
there’s no turning back.
submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 22, 2015 - 8:09 pm)

OHMYGOSH i LOVE your poem, Owlgirl!

I really like the plot. 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 22, 2015 - 8:10 pm)

I love your poem! I will need to take a closer study of it before giving you some notes on it. Thanks for critiquing my poem guys!

submitted by Rose bud
(July 23, 2015 - 4:49 pm)

Yeah, I did something extremely similar to it for a school writing anthology.

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 23, 2015 - 5:46 pm)

top!

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 23, 2015 - 5:47 pm)

OK, though you guys can still submit your "Road Not Taken" inspired poems, and you can still discuss them, I am going to go ahead and start a new vote:

Mary Oliver, Edgar Allen Poe (sorry, i wanted to give him another chance), and Shel Silverstein.

 

I vote for Poe! (again)

 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 24, 2015 - 7:31 am)

OK, Owlgirl, I wrote a free verse poem from the prompt, but its extremely personal and I really dont want to put it online...but trust me, I wrote it.

 

I vote for Poe as well. He has just about the best poetry for discussing -- so deep, so beautiful, so...daaaah, i dont know what to say!!!!!!!!!! 

submitted by Hermione, age 11, Texas
(July 24, 2015 - 7:34 am)

Hermione, that is totally okay. though if you ever change your mind....

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 24, 2015 - 7:35 am)

I'm not going to be very commited to this, but, totally Shel Silverstein. I really like the poems he writes. Some are really funny, but some have much deeper meanings.

submitted by Hermione Granger, age 11, Hogwarts
(July 24, 2015 - 1:17 pm)
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