Patrick Posted April 14, 2005 Report Posted April 14, 2005 (edited) All of them written in freeverse as I don't feel comfortable with rhymes yet. Night When night falls, Nocturnal creatures silently leave their lairs, Owl majestically gliding among the forest, In search of their night-time meal. When night falls, Dishonest citizens leave their homes, Thieves, burglars and murderers, On the hunt for their newest victims. When night falls, Plants stop their photosynthetic activities, They now use up a fraction of the oxygen They had created during the day. When night falls, The little child peacefully falls asleep. His dreams are fast to reach him. What shall they be tonight? The Wolf The savage howl pierced the night, Sending a chill down the spine Of those, who knew who it came from. The wolf was out hunting again. Rabbit, bird and human all start running, Two flee and one approaches the beast. But fate's twisting lines favored the wolf. The two escaped and the one perished. His mother brings him meat, meat from a human. He takes small bites of the flesh, Looking at his mother with puppy eyes. The wolf-mother looks at him and lets out another howl. The wolf cub is running, crying his anguish to the night. His mother had been killed by revengeful hunters. And now they are coming after him, the innocent. Who knows what fate awaits him? Was it a savage beast or a caring mother? Was it a creature, which merited death? Or should it have been allowed to live? No one knows, but every coin has two sides, As does every debate have different viewpoints, Every problem has different solutions, Every child has different dreams, And every wolf is as different as every man. EDIT: changed the last line, because it wasn't giving the meaning I wanted it to give. The original last line is: And every wolf is different from every man. Under her spell The first night she looked at me, I knew she was something special. The first words uttered between us, I knew that she had caught me. I was under her spell. The first dinner we had, The scent of her perfume And her make-up, made Everything perfect. I was under her spell. The first debate we had, The words we flung at Each other. Did not Change my opinion. I was under her spell. The day I saw her last, We bid each other farewell. I hoped I would see her again. For I was still under her spell. Edited April 16, 2005 by Patrick Durham
Cerulean Posted April 14, 2005 Report Posted April 14, 2005 *Helga Hurtle zig-zags through the Banquet Room bouncing off a sonnet and knocking a couplet askance in her hurry to meet Patrick. Eyes sparkling and blood zinging from a thimbleful of daisy sap and a morning in the sunlight, she knocks her shell against his ankle and coughs twice to gain attention. * Congrats on experimenting with a new form. I think it's difficult to post work you're unsure of and I admire you for stretching your writing muscles. Keep up the good work. *Message delivered, Helga nibbles Patrick's shoelaces as she contemplates how all writing is tied together.*
Patrick Posted April 16, 2005 Author Report Posted April 16, 2005 (edited) Going by Sweetcherrie's suggestions here is a slightly modified version of the first poem: Night When night falls, Nocturnal creatures silently leave their lairs, Owls majestically glide among the forest, In search of their night-time meal. When night falls, Dishonest citizens leave their homes: Thieves, burglars and murderers, On the hunt for their newest victims. When night falls, Plants stop their photosynthetic activities, Only using up a fraction of the oxygen They had created during the day. When night falls, The little child peacefully falls asleep. His dreams are fast to reach him. What shall they be tonight? Edited April 16, 2005 by Patrick Durham
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