Bad poetry, again

[valis2]

It's been a while since I drove you all nuts with some of my bad poetry from high school, so here we go...

High school poetry

THE DARKEST EYE (I was just out of high school, I think, maybe seventeen)

The boat rocks softly. Wavelets ripple on the water's survace

the ducks quack consistently, babbling among themselves self-assuredly

champagne rises like a mist, gently brushing the grass

and I sit alone.

Bees buzz faintly, painting the sky with vibrant hues

lambs hum ballads and stalk the wild mushroom

the dock rests quietly, whispering in low tones to the boat

and the sun drones on, talking monotonously of nothing in particular.

I smile my oldest smile, and wait for the dark.

B LUNCH (This is one of the very first poems I wrote in high school. I was thirteen, and hungry, apparently.)

Boy am I hungry - but I have B lunch
so I hope that it will come soon
boy am I hungry - but I have B lunch
so I hope I don't get involved
Life only lasts so long
and I might starve
boy am I hungry - but I have B lunch
so I hope my dreams come true
and when I come to the crossroads
I will pick the right one
unless I starve first
boy am I hungry - but I have B lunch
so I hope what's gone is gone
the clock hands move slowly
and the eraser rubs out

Newer poems
One of my favorites, even though it's rather silly

don't you know that I am the pirate's lady
smuggling into the dark cove at night

don't you know that I am the knight's woman
riding barefoot his black courser

don't you know that I am the cowboy's gal
whistling to the night steers

don't you know that I am the soldier's girlfriend
waving kindly my white gloves
on my way home again
tell me it's not true

Poem I made from one of those magnetic poetry kits (hee!)

it felt weak
she could ask but he is gone
her moon skin cool under his blood rain stare
he has essential pictures of a void
they have to watch love or it will go
one mad language of lies
are we to sleep she asked
do I cry less
am I light
do you tell them it is me

Another newer poem

If
you had found me at
eighteen or nineteen
I would have shared the covers equally,
said nothing if you infringed occasionally,
been satisfied with your sleepy murmurs.

But now,
when you find me
(if you find me at all),
you will be disappointed to learn
that I have grown fond of sleeping alone.


Previous bad poetry entries
First bad poetry entry
Second
Third
Fourth (my only attempt at Goth poetry)

Comments

[dark-cygnet.livejournal.com]

ooh, i like the last one alot! By the way, i keep forgetting to tell you i got the cd, it rocks! Did you make the card? It's so pretty and i appreciate the lionsmooches. *g* Thanks for making it and the handy dandy notes that came with it.

Swansmooches!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Nope, the card were a gift! I'm not talented like that. ;)

I'm so glad you got the CD! I hope you enjoy it!