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How do you people write happy poetry? Seriously, how do you do that?
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For me, I just think of the bad things in things and write about the opposite.
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There are many things you can find joy in, and we want to express that happiness in our poetry.
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@ Maggie: I find things that make me sentimental, and write about that.
A Typical Winter Day
Large grey clouds cover the sky above,
Tender, soft, the color of dove.
Quickly the air temperature starts to drop,
snow flurries down, I doubt it will stop.
Dressed in winter clothes, including fuzzy socks!,
sliding around like a mad, insane ninja, which totally rocks!
I run into things, people, the table, the door.
"Oh wait, the door is open!" I shriek as I slide across the floor.
I'm hurled outside, landing quite hard on my face.
Snowflakes flutter down, looking like litttle doilies of lace.
The cold stings my skin, making my cheeks turn bright red.
I started to slip, relishing the day, "Oh wait, I'm going to die!" I suddenly said.
I rush to the door, which had closed behind me, to discover it locked.
"Well crud," I mutter, not really shocked.
In case you couldn't tell, this stuff happens a lot to me.
I'm stuck outside, freezing, no shoes, for all the neighbors to see.
There's only one option left, though the idea makes me sick.
I scramble to the roof, feeling quite like St. Nick.
I stare down the chimney, questioning my sanity.
Finally I jump, screaming a great deal of profanity.
I topple into the living room, covered in soot and smelling of smoke,
I try to talk, which comes out like a croak.
So this is usually how I spend my winter days,
doing something psychotic that's bound to amaze.
Here I sign off, because I need to go shower,
then give the chimney a thorough scour.
~ Blonde Heroines Rule
So this is probably the STUPIDEST poem ever to be written about winter, but there ya go!
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This is really weird, but after I submitted my winter poem, I tried thinking of another poem about winter, and somehow I started making a poem as a kind of winterized parody of "My Heart Will Go On," the Titanic song. When I finished I'll post it; I think it's oddly really funny. You'll have to read it like it's sung, though.
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Here's my winter poem:
Gorgeous flaky stars of white
Delicate, fragile
Flutter forth
Wind screams
The snow topples
Rushing towards the earth
But
As soon as the particle
Aligns with the ground
A shimmer of sudden heat
Connects with it
And it slowly,
Slowly
Melts
Away.
What's our next theme?!
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Nina isn't going to post another theme until the 12th.
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Ohhhhhhhhh.
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Snow is falling slowly
Lights are glowing brightly now
Happy squeals of kids
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Tanka time! There's no title because I don't want a title.
Icy shadows streak
Across the cold hard ground
While the Earth dreams.
I too watch the shadows and
Dream of an approaching warmth.
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For this week's theme, please write a poem about any landscape. A wintry landscape, a summer beach, your backyard… any poem about your favorite landscape will do!
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Does a poem about a library's bookshelf count?
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Spotlight
Casting blinding force onto the worn-out wooden shiny floor
Curtains
Looking extravagant in deep red, flowing breezily
Costumes
Old and used but washed, all different colors
Makeup
Dusty-smelling, thick, dramatic
Camera
Being sure to catch a glance of every actor
Home
Is where the stage is
Lights
Camera
Action.
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Nora, I really like how you wrote this poem! It will inspire me to write future poems for this club and for other poems in school, too. Keep on writing!
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Aww, thank you! I LOVE to write, and as you can see, I love to act and sing too! Sometimes my thoughts just flow onto the paper/screen, and that's exactly what happened. Glad you liked it! By the way, I love this idea for a poetry club! It's a great way to express ourselves. I WILL keep on writing 🙂
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That't not really a landscape, though, but I guess it will do. It depends on how your poem is written.
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Hey Nina, could I join the club?
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Sorry, SC! I would love to have you in the club, but due to the popularity and how many people are signing up, I have already limited the club size to 15 members only. I might create another Poetry Club next month, but otherwise, please feel free to create your own!
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there are miles
and miles
of shelvesshelves stuffed
with books,
friends for the girl who just walked ina tiny café in the corner
and years’ worth of reading
on the second floor
(the first floor is full of how-to books)the girl walks in,
and the stress slides off
of her shoulders,
and slinks off to the corner.she walks up the stairs
and buries herself
in a million pages
a million worlds
a million futures. -
@ Nora
I was going to do a poem about a stsage.
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Oh… You can still do one!
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On top of the mountain,
I watch the sun rise.
Sunlight, golden
Faries in disguse.
From what I can see,
On this lonely, oversized rock,
Is tiny, minute, free.
I am not.
I am a prisoner of this view,
Watching over this valley,
This piece of mind,
This prospect,
For you.
Okay, thats not really a landscape poem, and its not really good. So Nina, if you want me to write another poem, I can:)
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I actually found two poems I wrote last year. So here they are:
Invisible Girl
In the darkness of night,
She creeps, out of sight,
Haunting the dollhouse she lives in.
She's three inches tall,
That is rather small,
But it helps her to sneak,
Through the rooms.
The Invisible Gardener
From the dollhouse last night,
Where she crept,
Out of sight,
Haunting her dollhouse again.
She snuck through the door,
Tip-Toed on the floor,
And she crept outside to the garden.
The tulips had bloomed,
And the roses were pruned,
When the family awoke,
The next,
Morning.
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Violet: I like those poems! Very descriptive with a little hint of scary. Great job!
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@Nina: Thanks! I'm thinking I want to make them into a series in a book, but haven't started yet…
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