Poetry

character poem

Ancient face Dark demeanor Painful drills He barks on aim Yet hides his shame He no longer bears the oak He's equal to common folk Son of his art in a distant land With the loss his life is bland So on a quest he sets To the land of ice I'd bet With young man in pursuit To find the ward With the clopping steeds And heroic deeds well in tail In the eyes of Halt they cannot fail

Controversy--suicide

With heart as dark as night Silently I make my plight As I sleep I dream of flight To get off this godforsaken land of light Up in the the sky as I feel the wind bite I dream of falling on the way down I fight I strike with a crack and smile in spite Of my death I see a flickery sprite It shows me my life in a flash of light Now I fall asleep. Into eternal night.

Tanka

Best friend in the world Always there when need rises Never fearing shame Always ready to share blame Willing to love; not to show.

Mechanized Kitty

Purrs like a kitten As it is said When the LED Blinks red Readying itself for the task at hand When something's wrong it'll hiss When running smooth it purrs Finally when it's tired it goes to sleep forgetting you own it.

Childhood experience/onomatopoeia

What sound is this Buzz-Buzz It rings in my ear Buzz-Buzz Alone at the lake it excites a little fear Buzz-Buzz No doubt a pesky fly Buzz-Buzz Now pesky little fly, buzz, you die Thwap! Now the pain sets in Aaaaaah Is heard from me The buzzing stops and for the first time I think of a bee buzzing And damn my own luck

Quatrain

Look around the room The drab eyes speak doom All of us look like we wait Now for the Devil's gate

I don't know why we do this This place should bring bliss Yet nobody in here looks as though swimming in glee And again I question thee

Why let this class bring you down Think happy thoughts; perhaps a clown Unless you fear the profession In such case think of your own obsession

Ode to the dark

hiding my shame Encompassing ways Always to blame Many people you faze I'm not one of them You belong here by nature So odd people fight you You are as I am Hated by those yet to mature To me you belong in nature's brew

Oh, The Irony

The line went taut Finally, no time went for naught I've finally earned my reward Just bring it in and head homeward When it reaches the shore It's just an apple core

Boredom - Villianelle...Ugh

Oh, what to do Oh, woeful day When the sky shines blue

I’ve no inspiration Looking out on the day Oh, what to do

On this day this shiny day When the sky shines blue

Maybe what we’ll do Is take a hike I found what to do

Now on the hill Taking in my fill Of the sky shining blue

Terza Rima

What to make of a day like this very day A day when nothing is to due of me This be a day of rejoice for one like me

To have a day where nothing need be done Is the highest of all accomplishments Now if only I had planned for this day

Without anything to do on this day Why, I think I've left myself bored already Now faced with the question...Oh, what to do

Haiku

Here he now lies gone Never to see day's light again it be said...death sucks

Imagery

Cool summer's breeze Brushes against cheeks Of the park walkers Walking all over me Shoes hitting my face Of fake leather, Rubber Or just plastic. From my low perch Upskirt glances get easy But I'm not a perv So they aren't for me I love it when it rains Water settling on top of me Drowning yet living What a sensation To live when dead Yet never dread The reaper The cloaked soul keeper Never dares touch me My concrete cell santuary Human soul in concrete square Makes normal life seem unfair I sit I wait Nothing to hurt Nothing to see Only thing I feel Are the feet of thee When I die Someone will replace me

Metaphor

What of my love being rosy in nature Perhaps I'm a fan of the dandelion, marigold, or tulip People assume conformity Well I'm here to break the hive I'm different perhaps my love radiates blue Perhaps my life isn't a highway And maybe, just maybe My life isn't a stage Not everyone is the same So these metaphors Simply try to force That little hint of sameness They all want you to be like them Well I'm not, nor are you You are you Be it love flowing blue or any hue Life being a country road, or maybe a ride on a toad You don't have to be like they say And someday me and you... We'll make them pay

Doggerel

Crap in the house Crap on the lawn From one dog All before dawn

Ballad

On the trip home On waves of foam When I'll arrive Nobody knows

I've been too long My wife's no doubt Worried to death I try my best but When I'll arrive Nobody knows

As land shows its head My heart sinks with dread Another place to circumvent Yet somewhere new to put up tent I wanna go home But when I'll arrive Nobody knows

Approaching the shore People are spotted Keeping vigil by the sea While enjoying some green tea I hope I'm home I'll soon arrive but Nobody knows

When feet set to sand Somebody takes my hand It's my wife looking well Carrying a small turtle shell I glance inside Instantly pleased My son is there Appearing quite fair I'd known she was due But when he'd arrive Nobody knew

Simile, and hyperbole

When the sky flashes The lightning streaks It flies as well as Any fair creature with a beak When I watch the lightning It flashes like a couple other suns When it comes right down I think I'd rather drown Than go a day without my friend The beautiful lightning

Free Verse

Who says to live life to the fullest? Some people just want to relax Me? I'll never be caught dead jumping out of a plane, but maybe taking a little trip to Maine You don't need to be nuts To live your life Try giving your lawn a few cuts Maybe take a shower Some people may dream to build a tower But me, I just wanna live my life I don't need strife. My life is just as the days move I swim in my own little groove

sonet

Everything deserves a second chance Maybe love's the same Or maybe love just wants a claim to fame I think it's all a sham

I don't think it'll ever be true Maybe when the moon is really blue But hey I'm up for anything So bring on the show

Love always has a way to make a slow It's time to try again Just give it a chance I hope for one true

You never know Love always puts on one hell of a show

Winter poem/ Narrative

The snow is like the devil's dandruff As I walk from my house to school To walk when I have a car Makes me the true fool some days the white flakes laugh in my face Sometimes landing in my eye Snowflakes are pure hell Now closing in on the school Winter makes me its fool I can't see the ice I curse Its own vice After I get to the school In class I'm made a fool Curse you Winter Back to Hell from where you came

Persona

I'm one of the only one's left In a land of death and theft I emerged from the Ark to a man eating in the dark he sees me and pounces jumping and running his moves almost dances he lands on my chest slobber runs down onto my vest he eyes me like a madman When I think it's over I meet Dan

Shadow

I've a stalker he's always beside or behind me I wonder if he dreams of being free he watches me all day and night he's known to give some people a little fright he's a tough nut to crack I still don't know why he keeps track I guess I'll never escape my shadow.

life after death

I wish I could believe I wanna think I'm spirited away But come on Who's waiting on that cloud? Who's waiting in that pit? God himself? King Minos? I wish I could belive all that But I just cannot see a man nobody's seen I can't believe there's a cavern below the surface Undiscovered are these people, places, and things All these prophets, and ancient kings. Charon? the ferryman of Hell Who could buy that? I don't wanna bash religion Just sometimes the pope in the head Religion's not for me, but sometimes I wish it could be

Murder

Sometimes death can say a lot about life What of the man struck with an expensive car? That tells me the driver is a reckless man with no respect for life How about the man who hits the unsuspecting victim with the lampshade? He's a man lacking in courage, and because of it somebody paid Think of the woman with the bruise on her neck? Her killer was no doubt a drunk worth no more than a speck A lot can be said for life in death Now one wonders Can it be said the other way?