Bad poetry, again
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valis2It'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)
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)
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:40 am (UTC)I'm afraid I don't really have any more bad poetry to share - what I haven't posted so far is so bad I was embarrassed about it even when I wrote. Teh angst, oh teh angst!
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:43 am (UTC)Lucky, lucky you!
I, on the other hand, could do entries for at least the next nine years at this rate.