I wrote these over the last few days. These are in the order I wrote them, and I think the last is best. Let me know what you think.
<u>Human Nature</u>
In ev’ry late autumn tree of sparse limb,
By the day turning less jaded and proud,
As winter bares its underlying vim
With ev’ry inclement gust and frore shroud;
In ev’ry ephemeral whitecap tossed
Merrily by the aquatic spirits,
Of vigorous swirl, but soon to exhaust
Its moodiness and retire its fits;
In ev’ry eventide mist recumbent
Upon wheat fields and the far horizon,
That lives an endless twilight and has lent
Men many an hour to calmly wizen;
I perceive a face resembling my own,
That shows more of me than mirrors have shown.
<u>Tears</u>
The halcyon tides advance with the morn,
Quenching the sunlit sands with liquid life,
Life that cedes its place to the solace-lorn
Siestral hours that mark each day’s midlife.
Time and again, rain dulcifies those hot
Afternoons and self-showers the terrain,
Bathing in pools that it itself begot
Till earth drinks deep, and the pools start to drain;
That, darkling, the earth might scatter its dew
Upon the bare midnight grass, motherly,
Blanketing the lush wind-servants anew
With ambrosial drops from a distant sea.
Ah, tears–the lively company you keep
Attest your worth and influence me deep.
<u>Lunar Musings</u>
Shine on me from afar, dear lucent moon!
Ah, we dwelt together, in ages past,
When you sent visionary winds to croon
The lunar tidings and nat’ral forecast,
And I listened with ears tuned to your voice;
When the plain machinery of nature
Lived, and the animate whole would rejoice
With my own motions and my own pleasure.
Then you illuminated all this earth,
And yet I never understood your Self;
Like the child in the womb who, prior to birth,
Is indistinct from the mother herself.
Shine on this toddl’ing child, dear moon,
That he again might hear and sing your tune.
Those are really good I came up with one. I posted it a while back but it got ignored.
Snow at Night
I watch as the snow falls cascading down in an ethereal dance in the dark night sky
The first to fall sacrifice theirselves on the ground not yet cold enough to survive
After the sacrificial lambs come the foundations
They fall and start collecting others slowly turning the barren ground into small communities
Then the colonies start merging weaving the blanket that will shine forth in all its glory the next day
Which leaves me to wonder Which is more beautiful the celestial bodies of the night or the crystal blanket of the following day.
The metaphor of your poem is very interesting, and insightful–snowflakes on warm ground, for people in a new and persecuted community. Your ideas and imagery are great. If you want advice, I’d say divide the lines that run longer. Use some poetic techniques too: rhyme, meter (the “beat”). Make the lines flow like music. Good job.
I crap at poems like that. But…I not crap at poems in general:
D Is For Death
A is for Abby who fell down the stairs.
B is for Basil, assaulted by bears.
C is for Cindy who met a snake.
D is for David who was hit by a rake.
E is for Eva who got eaten alive.
F is for Felicia, she stepped in a Killer Bee hive.
G is for Gary who was shot in the heart.
H is for Henry who met a poison dart.
I is for Israel, eaten by rats.
J is for Jennie, she was scared to death by bats.
K is for Kayla who fell off a cliff.
L is for Lamont who is now stiff.
M is for Miracle, her name didn’t work.
N is for Nadia who didn’t see the thing in the shadows lurk.
O is for Octavia who was bit by a ravenous squirrel.
P is for Patrick who drowned with a girl.
Q is for Quina, she didn’t see that bus.
R is for Raven who learned shark cages can rust.
S is for Sairi who did suicide.
T is for Terry, he fell off the slide.
U is for Ubanka who was stuck in a burning house.
V is for Vera, she wore a shrinking blouse.
W is for Wendy who fell from a tree.
X is for Xenia, Felicia’s best friend, and also gotten by a bee.
Y is for Yurani, punished for her greed.
Z is for Zach who got trampled in a stampede.
Don’t ask…I built that from the first two lines in a poem from a book (The first two lines were all it showed). And, if I’m crap with that two…well, I’m 11 so…
Well, it’s just some weird thing that was described as some poem about people meeting really weird ends.
