Some Scribbles
PostPosted: Thu May 10, 2007 7:24 pm
Haven't dropped by this forum in a very long time. Eeck. :/
I really don't consider myself a strong poet so recently I've been trying to better myself a little in that area.
This is actually a pantoum. We had a poetry conference at our school that I was fortunate enough to attend and we were taught this particular form of poetry. It's said to work best with dreams or memories or really out there kind of topics of the sort. I have the paper on the actual formatting somewhere if anyone's interested. It's pretty nifty.
Pond of Koi
Two gold eagles fight in midair
I watch from a forest with others
On the moon now, colors go negative
Next dream
I watch from a forest with others
I carry a little girl down a snowy peak
Next dream
Buddha looks away and tells me I’m dying
I carry a little girl down a snowy peak
Bullets melt in my fist
Buddha looks away and tells me I’m dying
Jumping into a pond of koi
Bullets melt in my fist
I’m a prisoner, breaking free
Jumping into a pond of koi
They’re testing me now and I know it
I’m a prisoner, breaking free
On the moon now, colors go negative
They’re testing me and I know it
Two gold eagles fight in midair
The next one is one I wrote just recently. No explanation. Just kinda random.
The Wilderness Type
Music starts
something slow
sultry
grinds trickles
down Bones and Blood
on bro ken glass that shimmers
the way I feel
golden lilies c l o s e
luminous Faces hidden
a Storm is on the way
Music is on
something slow
sultry
beats like a heart
a drum
Rain on the bro ken glass
symphony of feeling
Air thick, warm
Forest ages old unfolds
a Storm opens up
Music loudly Pounds
something slow
sultry
D r i p s from the sky
down leaves and branches
on my Skin in beads
feel the way it rolls
stretch and pull
Enter the Forest and walk
the Storm grows strong
Music calls
something slow
sultry
I move
b r u s h like silk
Feathers or Scales
feel it is the same
green of trees
f a l l s for miles
a storm Breaks! loose
Music is everywhere
something slow
sultry
burns sways
Lights up the dark
not the Sun but FIRE
feel the heat already
Drums Beat Wild
A heart in the jungle
the Storm runs free
Music is here
something slow
sultry
grinds trickles
down Bones and Blood
whole world shimmers
the way I feel
I m o v e like Flame
D a n c e like Life
the Storm is God in the wilderness
and I am the Wild type
I really don't consider myself a strong poet so recently I've been trying to better myself a little in that area.
This is actually a pantoum. We had a poetry conference at our school that I was fortunate enough to attend and we were taught this particular form of poetry. It's said to work best with dreams or memories or really out there kind of topics of the sort. I have the paper on the actual formatting somewhere if anyone's interested. It's pretty nifty.
Pond of Koi
Two gold eagles fight in midair
I watch from a forest with others
On the moon now, colors go negative
Next dream
I watch from a forest with others
I carry a little girl down a snowy peak
Next dream
Buddha looks away and tells me I’m dying
I carry a little girl down a snowy peak
Bullets melt in my fist
Buddha looks away and tells me I’m dying
Jumping into a pond of koi
Bullets melt in my fist
I’m a prisoner, breaking free
Jumping into a pond of koi
They’re testing me now and I know it
I’m a prisoner, breaking free
On the moon now, colors go negative
They’re testing me and I know it
Two gold eagles fight in midair
The next one is one I wrote just recently. No explanation. Just kinda random.
The Wilderness Type
Music starts
something slow
sultry
grinds trickles
down Bones and Blood
on bro ken glass that shimmers
the way I feel
golden lilies c l o s e
luminous Faces hidden
a Storm is on the way
Music is on
something slow
sultry
beats like a heart
a drum
Rain on the bro ken glass
symphony of feeling
Air thick, warm
Forest ages old unfolds
a Storm opens up
Music loudly Pounds
something slow
sultry
D r i p s from the sky
down leaves and branches
on my Skin in beads
feel the way it rolls
stretch and pull
Enter the Forest and walk
the Storm grows strong
Music calls
something slow
sultry
I move
b r u s h like silk
Feathers or Scales
feel it is the same
green of trees
f a l l s for miles
a storm Breaks! loose
Music is everywhere
something slow
sultry
burns sways
Lights up the dark
not the Sun but FIRE
feel the heat already
Drums Beat Wild
A heart in the jungle
the Storm runs free
Music is here
something slow
sultry
grinds trickles
down Bones and Blood
whole world shimmers
the way I feel
I m o v e like Flame
D a n c e like Life
the Storm is God in the wilderness
and I am the Wild type