Poetry!

This week in my Lit. class, we learned about the various forms of poetry, and then we were given the assignment of writing three different poems in three different forms, or styles.


Here are mine.

Battle Worthy Spring.

I fain would have a battle-worthy Spring

To spite cold Winter's crude and cruel designs.

Invoked by her, our tired and weary sighs,

Our dirges and our mournful carols ring.

And winter's vice!--her mortal arrows sing--

Snow; snow; in drifting, streaming lines

The rain and weeping, howling wind betimes

Encircle dwellings all, with icy wings.

But sunlight warms, inspires our tongues to dance

With soft, sly songs of coming season's cheer

And words of buds and blooming. Every chance

Of stolen sunshine gives us reason more to leer

As wounded Winter with her shattered lance

Admits a battle-worthy Spring for one more year.

Death's Cool Hand

In quiet contemplation, she saw all;

T'was one short road, riddled with black milestones.

Death had raised an ugly head before,

bearing sudden witness of life's brevity

Or haunted her for seeming weeks eternal.

But there, her life a book, he'd scribbled

One page black, another gray, but all discolored with defeat.

With death; death, dea--

Now she lay unmoving--her feet unstilled

As she wandered roads past trod.

As she headed not this world or that

Still yet she knew Death had forced

From her unwilling lips a promise but

She could not resign.

About her, all was still within the room until,

As if from knowledge to confusion

The kitchen buzzed with hushed and hurried movement.

Knowledge lay in yet-unwilling bondage.

Confusion--disillusioned--tried to ward off Knowledge's Truth.

And with Reluctance, Fear kept silent vigil

Speaking: screaming not with words.

Dreams of horror, blood, pain, writhing.

Torment allowed not Rest to enter in,

But stretched the rack of mental affliction.

Until final, gentle release as, when with Truth,

Death's cool hand came; led her home.

I

I like to listen but

I talk a lot but

I am shy but

I make friends but

I'm not perfect but

I try hard but

I still fail but

I often succeed but

I can't win but

I do well but

I get confused but

I am smart but

I don't know but

I am known.

Please let me know what you think of these! If you have any questions, just ask. I know the second two are strange...they were amusing, morbid, and interesting to write...respectively.