My Poetry
To be honest, my poems suck. It isn't bad because it has no emotion or lacks format; it's bad because well... it's just bad. Nevertheless, amuse yourselves. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Firs of all, this has slightly strong language. Anyway, this poem was inspired by a fairly bizarre moment. I was walking down the street when I saw a used hypodermic needle buried in the dirt. And just beyond it, were the lovely green hills nearby. It was quite strange.
I was tutoring a class and then, from the other side of the window, I noticed a person yawning, but I thought they were singing.
I wrote this during a concert after seeing a flutist tune up.
Meh.
I'm scared of take-off, so this was written shortly after flying above San Francisco.
Inspired during a math class I was tutoring. Nobody was asking any questions, so I look out of the window and saw a crow hopping on and off of the sidewalk .
Someone on YWS wrote a poem about rough drafts, and I couldn't resist but to write about it too.
A poem dedicated to John Donne. But you knew that already.
A rather confrontational poem that I'm not quite sure I like. Oh well.
alternative history OR how the wooden horse never came to be
I don't know how I came up with this poem. It just popped up. Don't ask...
A random poem I found on my computer; I'm not quite sure when I wrote it. It's about a cross.
I remember being very very hyper when I wrote this poem. It was originally made for the saying "cat got your tongue?" This definitely has some innuendos, so if you don't like that stuff, don't read it.
This poem is my first attempt at a poem in the villanelle style, aka a really hard rhyming poem. Anyway... I tried my hand at it at a project I wanted to do.
During a dinner conversation, Dad joked about a food fight where all the food contents would be thrown on the walls - including our lovely baked beans we were having - and I had to clean it up. Then, when I began to laugh and protest against that, he stopped me and told me to say it in haiku-form. Here is the haiku!
Another poem concerning physics. This one was inspired, partly by finals and partly by simple harmonic motion. Don't ask.
I found this poem while I was cleaning my room. I don't remember writing it, but it was probably after some nightmare concerning physics.
A poem of biblical proportions? I wrote this after reading an awesome poetry book.
This is what my gravestone will say, I'm pretty sure.
Don't ask... it's my first Christmas without my grandma and I felt moody. ><;;
A poem about the beagles! They are absolutely terrified of water, and when I took them home from a walk in the rain, they quickly raced under the wood pile. Silly dogs.
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Actually, this only has a tiger. This was loosely based on a dream I had, but I added some rich imagery to it so it could shine. It's written rather simplistically, but try looking into it and seeing what you get out of it! :)
A rather suggestive piece on the clarinet. Don't ask... I think I was afraid of soloing so I kept breathing into my clarinet for warmth. Or something like that.
Me? Write serious poems? Never! Okay, I wrote this as an inspiration since this poem was playing over and over and over again in my head. Eep.
Oh gosh... okay, I wrote this after seeing this website with this totally anorexic girl. And it was just so disgusting and yet so fascinating at the same time. This poem came out. It's in a different format than usual poems, but that just makes it even more strange. I think. Yeah...
This was the first poem I wrote for a creative writing class! It's about someone who is really clumsy and can't seem to perform... oh yeah, me. I used my feelings on playing solo clarinet and put it for this poem. Enjoy!
Heheh... for those of you who, for some strange (and possibly psychotic) reason are not Beatles fanatics, you will not understand this poem. At all. In fact, if you are a Beatles fanatic, you won't understand this poem. At all. It's written in the same way as John Lennon's poems are written. And, as such, it is dedicatedly dedicated to John Lennon.
A list poem. I was trying to figure out what music sounded like to the inexperienced ear.
It's funny how inspiring calculus can be... O_o Anyway, I had been working on homework for several hours and my brain was not functioning at all. Still, it's not bad...
Wrote this on Valentine's Day with someone in mind. Anyway, it's not great... incredibly soppy and stuff.
I was watching a bunch of kids run around during recess, and this poem just popped in my head. It's semi-autobiographical in that it deals with what happened in my elementary school (you HAD to play or else you got in trouble) but there's a little twist that makes it interesting.
Horribly angsty poem that kept dancing in my head. Too bad it sort of splated out...
A haiku about... laundry.
Inspired by a late night study session with my sister. I was studying chemistry, she was studying physics. And then dad came and told us that it was time for bed. This poem immediately came into mind.
For some reason, someone thought my poetry was too happy. Who would have thought??? So, I wrote a poem for that person. It's about the three scariest things ever: death, destruction, and... peas?
Most likely, you think this is about a solemn reflection of my life. Well... it is in a way, but not what you would expect! Ala "London Bridge is Falling Down", this is a playful look at one of my four favorite seasons, Autumn. :)
This was another contest I won (mostly, because I was the only entry). The contest? Write a poem about a painting. I chose Picasso's "Man with a Clarinet." I like certain aspects of this poem, but... well, you decide.
My siblings and I were talking about the worst sorts of stories we've ever read, and then this popped out. After reciting it to my siblings, tears running down my eyes, I typed it down quickly. I really like this poem.
While in calculus class, I had the most wonderful thought. Ever since grade school, I had always looked up to calculus as the scariest thing around. Here I was now, doing calculus. The thought hit me so hard, so of course I decided to write a poem about it!
This was written when I was a little upset and I needed to write something down. As the confused thoughts came into mind, a confused jumble of Spanish and English words came around, so this poem is bilingual. I'm not quite sure if I like this poem. On the plus side, I like how the two different languages mesh with each other.
I got the inspiration for this poem when I put my head to Penelope's chest and heard her heartbeat. This poem just came out. It's supposed to sound a little scandalous, because I wanted to have fun with it, but it is true in every aspect.
There have been many theories as to this poem. Some think it's serious, some think it's funny, some think it reminds them of bodily odors. Actually, this was meant as a parody of the typical teen poetry nowadays. Enjoy!
I started this when I was 14 and I finally finished it when I was 17. It's about my frustrations with poetry.
I swear... this was from a chocolate rush.
I got one of those friendship spam letters and I got annoyed. The first two lines are from the email and then slowly it drifts into chaos from a forced rhythm and rhyme to passionate prose. It's interesting.
I had a tiny sip of whiskey once, to help me with my story. This is my description of what it tasted like.
A clever piece of writing which says one thing but means the other.
I am part of an online writing club, called TYWC, where young members get together and show each other their writing, and get critiques so they can get better. This was from a short story, by a guy called Little Turquoise. It was a science fiction story about a poet who wandered around the solar system and finally ends up on Jupiter. Anyway, it was unrealistic, the guy who wrote this didn’t get any nice comments at all, and everyone was very hard on him because of the scientific fallacies. To help him out, I added on to a poem of his, that his character had not finished, and I made sure it was scientifically correct. Thus, the first verse is his. The rest is mine.
I wanted to describe something without describing it fully. Here is a very fragmented description.
Sluthian is my strangest character I have ever made up -- a sicko guy that is very mean. Anyway, I decided to kill him off. Here was his prophecy.
When I realized I had to kill off a character, I felt strangely lost. Anyway, I wrote this poem about it.
Yet another poem to get involved in the same story. This is strange and very unmetered.
Just when I was about to give up poetry for good, someone on TYWC said something good about my type of criticism and asked if I could help him with his haikus. I was tickled pink and agreed to help him at once. Except I didn't know what a haiku was. Anyway, I learned, and here are my attempts.
I wrote this as freehand to get involved into a story. There is barely any meter and it sounds very lyrical -- there is a reason for that. This was originally supposed to be sung as a song. Here are the lyrics.
This year has taken over two years to write and it's still not done. Even so, it is a pretty poem. Well... sort of anyway. After my mom read this poem, she went slightly insane. "You're sick!" she cried out, laughing hysterically all the while. I'm not sure what that means, but you're sure to like this poem. It is truly a stroke of genius.
A poem lovingly dedicated to Joe. It's about his earth-shaking vocal chords.
I wrote down this poem when I was a little girl. To be honest, I found this on my computer from the really really old files, thought it was interesting, and put it up. I'm sure if I'm plagiarizing or anything, but that is what I wrote a long time ago.
This is one of the worst poems ever made. Period. It's hilariously historically based.
The first poem I remember doing! It's horrible... very bad. But I think you will be amused nonetheless! It's about books, and it got first place in a county fair (how, I do not know). I dare you to read this poem...