Poetry

This is where I'll post some poetry. I typically don't write poetry, but I will post a few pieces that I wrote in Creative Writing last year for my writing portfolio. I hope you enjoy it, if not: that's okay, too.

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For this poem I took a phrase (the candles shed their tears on the table) and wrote a paragraph about it. Then I broke the sentences apart and put it in poem form and changed a few things so it flows nicely. I imagine a man in a small home, almost like a cottage, all alone on a rainy night. It's kind of sad, but I like this poem because of the emotion that I've attempted to portray.

Candles for Her

The polished table mirrored

crackling flame of the small fire.

Five candles rested gently

shedding their tears onto the dark table.

Tears mimicking the man sitting

at the table with head in hands,

shoulders convulsing with grief.

A broken picture frame held a small girl

on the man’s younger shoulders.

Glass shards glimmered at the edge

of the room from the metal frame

beneath the crack in the wall.

All fell apart

and all maintained this love

from the man to his daughter.


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This poem is quite simple. It is an ode to the moss growing in my backyard, which is surrounded by lilac bushes, right next to the tree line.  I always loved going back there barefoot because the moss is so soft on my feet. I love it!

Ode to Moss

Out by the edge

of the trees

the sun rarely shines.

The dim glow

of mellow green reflects

the fragrant lilac

bushes above. The tiny

tendrils of grass, supple

under the toes

Of those who tread

upon the sacred spot,

unite in a spongy

mass.

Willow trees bow down

to its softness-

like the belly

of a kitten

after a long-day’s nap.

The spongy bed

waits for the sun

enjoying the stillness

of a gentle breeze.

Moss thrives

in the cool shadows of the

moon.