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A poetry excercise
A poetry excercise I saw on Cicada
So, I was looking around on the Slam (before I read the rules and found out that you had to be 14. :( I guess I have to wait until next year), and someone posted this writing exercise where "you just start writing and see what happens and keep whatever you have". So, careless poetry with no editing. I thought it sounded really cool, and thought you guys might want to try it, too!
This is my first try doing it, inspired by a (very) boring Algebra class. Also, I realize I left out some of the major elements that humans are made of (nitrogen, hydrogen, phosphorus) and chemicals that control happiness (oxytocin and endorphins) but at the time, these were the only ones I could remember, and there's no editing!!
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we ourselves are
chemical formulas- we, composed of
carbon and oxygen and calcium,
we, a product of two cells and
46 chromosomes. Our happiness
is dopamine and serotonin, our faces
simply genes- so if we are nothing
but formulas, why is it so hard to
pay attention in algebra?
~~
Good luck!
submitted by Bluebird
(April 19, 2017 - 8:52 pm)
(April 19, 2017 - 8:52 pm)
I love it! The ending is SO true. XP For me your algebra is Social Studies (AKA: government and lessons about privacy ant tons of other boring and useless stuff)
Heres a random unedited poem:
I didn't know
social studies is not social studies.
Not in MY school
YOU
may learn culture
History
geography
YOU could learn ANYTHING
I can not
it is a sad life
I lead
learning
government
and other useless things
I guessed
on my test
my Social Studies test
I didn't know!
I didn't know about the wars!
I didn't know about the slaves!
I didn't know about the pilgrims!
i didn't know about Australians!
I didn't know!
I didn't know.
(April 19, 2017 - 11:59 pm)
I CAN SO RELATE! Okay, 7th grade history, at least in my school, is pretty much the only year we don't learn about America. I'm getting really sick of going over the Revolutionary War Every. Single. Year. And 8th grade next year, we have to learn the Constitition and stuff, bleh- thankfully, there's Schoolhouse Rock! XD I really like your poem, Kate.
(April 20, 2017 - 3:49 pm)
YESSSSS! Schoolhouse Rock has saved my life many a time.
(April 21, 2017 - 6:43 am)
(No offense to anyone who lives here, it's just my opinion)
The Most Boring Social Studies Unit Of The 21st Century (Cornfields into Infinity)
Why?
Why do we have to
learn about the
Midwest region?
Cornfields. Flat land and
Cornfields, that's all
it seems to be.
What's the point?
It's not like
we live there
and this
is our history.
And then I hear
that we have to
do this unit all over again
next year.
Sigh.
I'm beginning to see
my future
Take shape.
Cornfields.
Cornfields
Over and over again
Into infinity.
(April 21, 2017 - 3:05 pm)
I love the Slam on Cicada! One more year for me too! I love your poem, by the way!
(April 21, 2017 - 8:05 pm)
Thank you, September! Elementgirl, I can really relate to your poem- except that I actually am surrounded by cornfields! XD
Me, too, Bluebird! Cornfields may be boring, but think of corn mazes and North by Northwest.
Admin
(April 21, 2017 - 10:12 pm)
Here's my attempt:
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the sound of rain
on tin roofs
seems so foreign now
in parched california
so far from home
every time
it rained
on grandma's farm
we'd stop
in our tracks
to listen.
author's note: inspired randomly by my friend who says that she could listen to a soundtrack of raindrops falling on endless repeat. not related to my personal life.
(April 21, 2017 - 9:45 pm)
I really really love this, September. I'm a person who could listen to rain forever, too :) The imagery is awesome!!
(April 23, 2017 - 12:04 pm)
This one's from a prompt- write about something small that is only 5 lines long.
chess
if life is a
chessboard, we are the
pawns. small,
and not
worth much.
~~~
And another one, also a prompt- write a biography for you best friend! Let's see how this turns out...
KR
i. she chopped off her hair in
fifth grade, dirty blonde locks scattered on a
gray linoleum floor. She came to school
without a word- tiny girl-
big heart- rebellious mind.
ii. her eyes are frosted glass and her face dusted with freckles.
iii. she slept on my floor in a mermaid
tail blanket, mouth open,
snoring loudly. remember when we went to the
aquarium? she
pressed her face to the
glass, mouth open in wonder like
it always is,
following stingrays with her eyes and pointing at jellyfish.
skinny girl- giant heart- wonderful mind.
iv. she carries a notebook with
her wherever she goes, it's nice to be
able to read her thoughts and see
glimpses of her head
v. she's overshadowed by perfect siblings and
high expectations. we hate
comparative words
vi. teeny girl- enormous heart- troubled mind.
~~~
Ack, it's so hard not to go back and edit things! I caved in and separated a few of the lines differently in the last one.
(April 21, 2017 - 10:53 pm)
Rubik's Cube
Your colors taunt me,
all scrambled up.
Red, blue, yellow, orange, white, green.
I twist in all directions,
but still you are mixed up.
Red, blue, yellow, orange, white, green.
My frustration grows,
you stare back at me.
Red, blue, yellow, orange, white, green.
I spend hours trying to solve you,
but no matter how many videos I watch, I can't figure it out, and you remain the same.
Red, blue, yellow, orange, white, green.
My brother solves you with ease, though he follows no instructions,
but as hard as I try, I cannot. You still tease me with your unsolvable colors.
Red, blue, yellow, orange, white, green.
With a sigh I put you down.
Tomorrow I will solve you.
Red, blue, yellow, oraange, white, green.
(April 22, 2017 - 4:26 pm)
This is cool, Dragonrider! It totally captures the frustration with a Rubik's cube, and I like how you repeated the line red, blue, yellow, orange white, green. Nice!
(April 23, 2017 - 12:07 pm)
It's raining here right now, and it inspired this poem (which is totally cliche, I know). Here it is-
rain is supposed to make people sad
but it makes me happy. It makes me happy to see
the clouds giving back the water which it took from the earth
and in a rushing downpour- millions of billions of drops returning
the life and the greeness to the earth.
the earth, overwhelmed at first, receives the rain with parched mouth open wide
waiting patiently as the rain splashes all over itself.
now, everything is a perfect spring green, scrubbed to perfection and glistening with water
that looks like diamonds.
(April 23, 2017 - 2:16 pm)
I feel the same way about rain :) This is beautiful, Caroline.
Also, when did you turn 16? If it was recently, Happy Birthday!
(April 23, 2017 - 3:32 pm)
Trying out some poetry prompts here:
Write a poem about a place you've never been.
London~
the tower of london
is what everyone wants to
see, the thames,
the big ben,
the london eye
we all see this
shiny, new place
we can't see past
the walls
that we've put up
to forget about hardship
we choose not to see
the rubble
the bombings
we choose not to remember
what was left.
we settle for
tourist attractions
instead of remembering.
history will only repeat itself,
my dear
if we try to push it away
~~
Gosh, that took a dark turn there at the end! And Bluebird, trying to write without editing is definitely very hard!
(April 24, 2017 - 5:58 pm)
WHOA, this poem is really cool! I love the line- /history will only repeat itself/my dear/if we try to push it away/. Beautiful!
(April 26, 2017 - 9:05 am)