Cold nights of

deep-sea blues and purple swirls

that seem to tug at your very soul;

Crystal down,

Ambling to the ground, like reluctantly falling

Stars, heaps of them

Showing just how all this world

Someday will will devolve;

Empty silence

Rejuvenating you in a way nothing

Else ever could,

All expelled

By the golden warmth

As you step, melting-- thawing--

through and into

The 'Welcome'-matted threshold--

And yet,

something's

not right.

A dusty cracked mirror upstairs,

An empty dark room in the corner over there.

A hollow gilded band upon your finger,

Echoes of conscience, now a haunting singer.

Glazed sitting-vases adorned with exotic flowers

Paintings commemorating long-gone powers,

All stare through your very being, seemingly all-seeing 

And with nothing more than a slight glare, 

Revealing the thinly-veiled

Malice they all bear.

They're all the same.

They never change. 

Do I care? 

Okay so if anyone has read the poem book Echo Echo, you'll know what a reverso poem. Before I continue, here is some quick background info so you can understand the poem: in greek myths, Kronos was the dad of the gods, but he didn't want them to grow up and overthrow them, so just kinda ate them. Zeus, the youngest, escaped and planned to free his siblings and overthrow his dad, Kronos.

Okay here is the first version, told from Kronos' Point of View:

Who dares defy the Titan King? 

Zeus,

foolish

not

brave. 

Zeus is 

too arrogant.

Kronos will always be

king of the realm.

Zeus will end up

with his five siblings

in the darkness of Kronos' stomach.

Rebellion stirs,

never

strong enough.

Kronos

will never fall.

Zeus,

the godly son

weaker than

the titan father.

The youngest son of Kronos

will fall to 

the King of the Titans.

Okay, now here's where it gets interesting. If you make the last line the first line and the first line the last line etc and flip the entire poem on it's head, switch up the punctuation a bit, you get the same words, this time told from Zeus' Point of View: 

The King of the Titans

will fall to

the youngest son of Kronos.

The titan father,

weaker than 

the godly son.

Zeus

will never fall. 

Kronos,

strong enough?

Never.

Rebellion stirs 

in the darkness of Kronos' stomach.

With his five siblings, 

Zeus will end up 

king of the realm. 

Kronos will always be 

too arrogant. 

Zeus is 

brave

not

foolish.

Zeus,

who dares defy the titan king. 

This took a lot of time to write; it's called a reverso poem. I didn't invent it, Marylin Singer wrote several books of them, check them out! They're super cool. 

Definetely not some of my best, but I'll put it on here anyway. Explaintion: One of my best friends and I were texting, and as we were saying goodbye, he texted, "ly". I was super confused but didn't have the time to ask him about it. I know for a fact he doesn't have a crush on me, but texting that if he doesn't isn't something I can see him doing... You could say I still pretty confused. So I turned it into a poem.

~~~

Staring at the screen

So confused

What on earth?

 ly

Two little letters

So much wondering

What do you mean, ly?

Looking it up,

I misunderstood, 

It means something else,

Lemon Yogurt,

Llama Yak,

Lame Yacht, 

But no. 

 ly 

As i thought,

As I feared?

It means

 love you

But we're friends,

Whirls my brain,

What on earth?,

So confused,

We're only friends,

Nothing more.

And yet... 

 ly

Maybe a slip,

A fumbling of fingers,

An accident.

He meant to say,

 ly (as a friend)

But misclicked,

Too fast. 

That must be it!

My brain latches on

To the only explanation

That feels safe.

And yet, the whirling

Continues, so confused,

So confused, 

What on earth

Do you mean,

 ly ?

~~~

OOOH MY CAPTCHA SAID A WORD!!! She said "brier" and I'm pretty sure that's an alternate spelling of "briar"!!!! *Does a quick Google search* Dang. It doesn't mean "briar",  but it's the name of a plant! This is the second time Roxy's said something close to the name of a plant. Do you think she's a botanist or something?

Flaxen flakes

Of crystal down

Tumbling down,

Down

Down

Down.

Down, like fallen stars

Showering earth from

The heavens,

Consumed by the warmth

They so desire

In mere seconds;

Flowing upon slight breeze,

A gale whips them

Along like long-gone leaves,

Driven forwards in kafkaesque fashion, 

Towards the earth, bound to endless

downwards dashing.

My eyes dance, sparkling

Tracing your every move

You twirl around a smile

At me. Right at 

Me.

Me! 

(Probably?) 

I love the way you smile,

The way you sing your words

I could pick your voice out, 

Even whispering, even if separated by miles;

The way your carry yourself,

Walk, sing, talk, and dance,

It's all the same to me -- pure beauty.

I catch your glance in the hall

And turn the corner, with a flutter,

And fall, 

Back pressed to the wall,

My face a blushing mess

Before I consider the situation.

I can't tell you

What if you don't like me back?

You're too popular anyways...

What if you want someone prettier?

I've nowhere near your glow...

What if you want someone your age?

I am a couple years younger...

What if you don't even like girls???

You might already a boyfriend too...

My heart falls, that squeamish butterfly tingle

In my belly turning more and more sour

Every second.

I stand dusting myself off, it's impossible.

But then, there's that familiar perfume

I'd recognise anywhere, striding into the next room

And catch a glimpse of your hair, flying behind you,

Sunbeams playing across your face, illuminating

Those gorgeous brown eyes that go so well with your skirt.

But that's not why I like you.

Not for your face, nor eyes,

Nor style, nor walk,

Or even talk.

No,

I like all of those things 

Because I already like you.

Maybe it was your dream-filled

singing that first captured me,

Maybe it took your dorky but cute

And thoughtful demeanor to unravel me,

And maybe it was not what you intended

But you've got me completely at your mercy.

I sigh, twisting a strand of

shoulder-length hair around my finger, then

Bite my bottom lip, another habit I got from you.

Now then, just what

should I do? 

~~~~

Yikes, I was going to just write down a quick little poem, maybe a haiku, to get out some confused frustration but dang, this basically turned into a short-story. (0。0)

Yeesh this is short. Guess I'll post more than one. Please please PLEASE tell me if I did something wrong. I'm new to writing poems and I'd like critique.

A Saga

A sword

A shield

A clash

I feel

that in this hour

I need the power

of storytelling

and seeing

and hearing

and thinking

and remembering

this day

so I can tell

a saga to

my children 

and grandchildren.

Freedom is not Safe

A city

at the top of the hill

glistening

like a crown

with thick walls.

Walls to keep invaders out,

but also

to keep the people in.

Freedom

is not safe,

the King says,

but he is wrong.

The hole

I slipped through 

is dark and blank

behind me.

Freedom

is safe

and good

and awe-inspiring

and free.