I have a poetry slam for school super soon and I was wondering if any of you know how to write poetry? it doesn't have to rhyme and it's just a fun little thing to try if you have the time!
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" When the stage is set,
And my role is cast....
Shall I dance with my demons,
Before the ghosts of my past...
Till the last curtain falls,
and the spotlight goes dark...
The theatre is empty,
I'm alone at last....."
Here's the first and last stanza of my poem Growing Pains:
When I was four, I used to think that I could fly //
By flapping my arms once, twice in the endless blue sky // to
fly higher above the soft carpet of clouds // and
meet the shining planes and never come down
All too soon I’ll turn fourteen and // I think that I might be afraid of heights
Who would want to fly that high when // the higher you go the more you fall
Down through clouds and blue sky that can’t support my extra weight //
And I might just fall //into the engine of a gleaming white plane.
There's more stuff in the middle but I don't like it that much. It's not that good and I appreciate feedback, but please don't be too harsh I've not written many poems before this one.
I'm kind of confused as to how your poem left the description and?? Became a list addition?? I think this post is possessed lol. I love Growing Pains! It perfectly encapsulates how many, if not most, adolescents and teens feel. I love how you bring the writing back to the first verse, paralleling each line you wrote. It really grounds it (pun not intended) and reminds you of the start of the poem/ your life. If these two stanzas are anything to go by, whatever you have written in the middle must be great! Good luck with the poetry slam :D
When you came you were so small
I feared we might break you
They worried you would be still
And we meet your contrarian spirit
I put a vase by your bed
With willow painted glass
You stared up, and tried to reach
But you could never quite reach the shelf
If you got the chance you took it
Caught you on the verge so many times
You looked up as I tried to scold you
Laughed with soft eyes
You always such happy eyes
Squeezed up blue when good things came
How could you find so much to grin?
When we took you to be proven safe
They told us where the story would end
You reached the vase that day
And it shattered by your bed
It’s sitting on top of the fridge
Shards passed hope of peace
I see you play without a care
And feel my heart break
The years bleed into days
I count off your remaining pages
Waving from the school bus window
I pickup the doctors phone
The news rips out more pages
Your not a babe i now realize
You hear the things from behind the door
How can you keep such a smile
When you know such a burning thing?
You know you cannot run anymore
Extra sleep is no coincidence
You must stay behind the others now
How can you keep so bright a grin?
The story is coming to its end
I tried to ignore the shrinking page count
The mocking in voices
I failed to keep you safe
Seeing them take you away
Your sitting in your bed
Hooked up to wires and tubes
I can see “fin” written up ahead
Your strain to keep open eyes
yet still you hold a smile
Your hands so small to squeeze
So broken, so wrong to see
When the green die first it breaks me most
Like a china vase filled with old hope
Dressed in black, soul breaths slow
Wet, heavy clouds paint lungs and eyes
Stiff smiles, seems the same
The house is cold but nothing has changed
I take the vase from off the shelf
The more the tears dry, the more my eyes burn
They walk by with no concern
Others like me, the ones who hadn't failed
They tell me to quit holding broken glass, pour out instead wails
But I clutch it tighter, numb to pain
Some young ones ask why I ever had such a thing
If I knew that it would break
Why I would risk it on a fragile thing
Get attached when it was too late
I see how they have room to grow
Haven't seen the beauty in the pain
As I glue a vase back together
With a smile on my face
Child, your room is still now
but I can hear echoed laughs
Smudges from your hands are on the glass
And sitting on the windowsill, not quite as perfect faced
A handful of your poppies, in that cracked vase
POETRY POST!! Here's a poem that has been written by me and me myself and i (another panda- the poster of this post, actually- not me). She wrote the second stanza of this. Ten thousand thanks to her
POETRY POST!! Here's a poem that has been written by me and me myself and i (another panda- the poster of this post, actually- not me). She wrote the second stanza of this. Ten thousand thanks to her
Wait, what, again? Why is it not posting what I'm writing? Ik for sure I typed the whole thing out this time. I don't like this, and idk what's happening :( Here's what was SUPPOSED to come up when I submitted this: A fire roars within my soul/And the heat rises/To the point of unbearability.//So it spills from my stomach and out of my mouth/In the form of flame coloured words/That burn my throat and chap my lips.//The inimical presence which started this fire/Scatters and flees,/And burns by my flames that lick and taunt.
