I know it's been a while. Sorry. But here are a few that I need to catch up on!
New/first post of the year!
For some unknown reason, this Blogger is not letting me copy and paste. It sucks. Honestly. It does. I'll provide the links then...
"This Rhyme is no Chime", Written on December 24, 2009
Lonely am I on this dark afternoon,
Sitting on my bed in my room.
As days darken to nights
And streets twinkle with Christmas lights
I sit here typing
with all hope lost in terms of rhyming.
I am no good at this
For rhyming to me, never was bliss.
The Spanish music next door fails to agree
for its rhymes are (as of now) better than me.
I don't know why I am writing in epitaphs
It's better than math homework, oh I hate those graphs!
Christmas approaches and winter is here
I sit still and alone and things feel quite queer
That there is silence in my head
no wondrous thoughts hanging by a thread.
I don't see what has blinded me so
that my creativity isn't falling like snow.
The windows are blocked off by blinds
boredom and apathy is eating at my mind.
I read a poem by a celebrity
I face much of this world in emnity.
No one has such morals like mine
Oh why, oh why, am I terrible at rhyme?
Fingers typing, tap tap tap,
sound like rain on the windows pitter pitter pat
Sleep pulls down my eyelids, working with gravity
This world is ending in blatant depravity.
From my eyes I can plainly see
that this poem, once read, will be out to get me
for writing something so terribly
while Christmas approaches quite merrily.
Dear friends, arrest me for my rhyme
I have done the deed so wrong, it is a crime.
But this one's a bad one. I don't like it. It's a very formed rhyme poem. Written on December 24 of last year.
"2009", Written on December 31, 2009
flipping through pages in a calendar...
I cry, I laugh, I sob, I cheer
for all the memories were good this year
my heart renewed, my soul watered
some dreams i've failed, not slaughtered
but it bothers me not
i'm thankful for what i've got
i went on to high school, and we friends did part
much more to learn, life is art
there are more years to overcome, much more to live
have more to live
years go by
and this year i shall go flying high
with new people and with new friends
this year I swear I shall ascend
in goals as I get better and better
so '09 i write this letter
to you i say that i will miss
the things of fun that feel like bliss
all this from a new-turned teenaged girl
let's see 2010 come and unfurl
next year there will be challenges to face
we're running against time in a crazy race
as time withers constantly
we wisen and age abundantly
from our challenges we shall not run
so come on twenty-ten lets have some fun
o'nine, o'nine, it's been a ball
pictures of you framed on the wall
because you leave us so very quickly
these blessings have piled on quickly
this poem has been badly phrased
but this year has left me standing so amazed
I'll miss you dear 2009
this year was fun, and oh so devine.
goodbye my friend
thanks for staying 'til the end.
to you, the year, I must confess
for me, you've been the very best.
This is my look back on last year.
This next one is one I'm kind of proud of. I don't know. It's got an erratic rhythm, and not a rhyme scheme, but stuff in there does rhyme. I like it. It's one of the best ones I've done in the past few months that doesn't sound like crap.
"Umbrella", Written on January 12 (technically, January 11, but I slept late.)
I look down at my feet
and at branches in the air
and leaves on the ground
and dewdrops hanging there.
Awake is the sun
painting the sky
hues of blues and pinks
and oranges and greys
and chasing those clouds
out of the way.
Tucked into its blanket,
hushing the night
and the moon is illuminated
with a crisp glowing white.
Now this umbrella tipped over
in my topsy-turvy world
pointing down at the ground
open to me
and I lean on the umbrella to support my weight
use it like a cane.
Now we drift down a river silently
and water is around me endlessly
but I still see the trees turning orange with fall
and I look at the leaves floating by my side
and teardrops down my cheek, slowly slide.
My open umbrella, my boat in which I sit
catches my tears like some kind of pit
And it seems funny to me how this umbrella stands
open, upside down, with water on both ends.
Rain falls down on me disturbing the sea
and my umbrella under me supporting me
like a cane, like a pit, like a gauge that collects rain
as the skies and heavens seem to weep at my pain
my umbrella collects tears
it's sad to say that instead of being a shield for the rain
it only collects my sadness as it sits upside down
in the form of my tears, down at the ground
and the sun comes up again
and paints the skies again
and shoos the clouds away
and laughter springs out of me
all bubbly and gurgling,
as if darkness never came
my umbrella collects tears of joy now.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/6057167Note, this doesn't have anything to do with the song. Okay? Oh, and it's pic inspired.
