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If you're interested, of course.

 

Let's make this one simple...

 

Write two quatrains. The Rhyme Scheme for that would be ABAB CDCD or ABBA CDDC (or some combination of the two styles... It doesn't matter. ABAB is more common, though, and seems to flow better for the most part) Whether you write with a Meter is optional. It can be a Clerihew (Quatrain with no rhythm) if you'd like.

 

A- A poem is not something easily made

B- if you lack skill, or can't find the words

A- to express what you think. Then, it's not even paid

B- well enough to get meals for the birds!

 

C- But if you have the talent or practice to write

D- one that flows and still tugs at the strings

C- of the hearts of your readers, you've done something right.

D- For a time, your soul will fly on wings.

 

I apologize for this... it's not really that good, but it's an example I put together on the fly. (My English Teacher needs to stop assigning us Sonnets and other such things that are written in Iambic Pentameter... It screws me up when I try to write in Anapests)

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Sorry I did three instead of two, is that alright?

 

As Cool As I Am

(Inspired by someone's bio)

 

As cool as I am, you don't see or ask.

Who I am is real, but that's beyond you.

I won't conform or imitate your mask,

Or bow down in worship-one of your crew.

 

As cool as I am, you're judge and jury.

You take one look and condemn without trial.

You'd rather knock me down in your fury.

Then walk away with a sadistic smile.

 

In the end you may find out much too late,

The best things in life and from where they stem.

Right now it's hard- I wouldn't trade my plate.

I've known all along, as cool as I am.

Edited by Salinye
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Looks good! (Don't worry about the extra one... I'd only said two because you can't really get to be any good at something if you only write one. And besides... the hard part is writing the first unit. The first line in any given rhythm, the first stanza with a certain rhyme scheme, etc.)

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"I'm moving" you said when i came down to visit.

i heard you, and my heart stopped in place.

i stood frozen as tears rolled down my face

thinking, "it's not the end of the world, or is it?"

 

Will the last time you understand be today?

Will my written words tell you what i feel?

Will your written words help my heart to heal?

Can they, from three thousand miles away?

 

 

(With apologies, this is totally on the fly)

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Breathe

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Take moment from your busy world

pause, gaze at leaden sky

Watch the clouds go 'cross and swirl

stretch forth before your eye

 

Rest a while beneath the trees

wonderous ages they have seen

And lay awhile upon the leaves

breathe in the life so clean

 

 

(I need at least a C for this assignment to pass this semester... Please, please, please... :blink: )

 

;)

 

BTW... At last! A happy poem! Yay!! :D

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Moments in Time

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Kids in the streat playing ball

Take a picture freeze this frame

The sun is shining on them all

For tomorrow all's gone,such a shame

 

 

Later in our olden haze

Take out the pictures

Stare at them with faded gaze

Till memories become fixtures

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This started out as a roller coaster thingy...It didn't end up that way....ah well, back to the drawing board....

 

 

Up the hill we went so fast

Flying like the wind we were

I screamed as you we passed

To me it was all a blur

 

I couldn’t catch my breath

And didn’t want it to end

As at the bottom of the cliff was death

Waiting for my soul to bend

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How to write to such an assignment

I'm really at a loss.

Creativity within confinement?

But Alaeha is the boss.

 

On the other hand I'm really stuck

In trying to find a rhyme,

I guess this time I'm out of luck -

I'll try again sometime...

Posted

*Laughs* I like that!

 

I do apologize, though, if I was out of place in issuing the challenge/assignment thingy. *Shudders* I abhor the idea of being a "boss" though... I'd much rather not have to order anyone else around, and not be ordered around myself... Alas, real life interferes.

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I learned that names were murder and that friends were more than blind,

That justice of the civilized was lost upon your kind.

So I arrayed the arms of self about you, charged to learn

The foul primeval magic that would force a tongue to burn.

 

And then the center of the cross, with words like hammers, spoke

Your name, which named a patron saint of ferrymen. You choke.

You windmill arms around the room, you stare; you're left alone.

You'll be relieved of sodden lungs when cleaved upon the stone.

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Alaeha started by setting the scene, giving good examples

Salinye followed with boasting bonanzas

Ayshela was next, creating her own witty samples

Psimon formed his own positive stanzas

 

Wrenwind forged some nostalgic verses about time

Cheye's energetic poem was tragic

Pered's spoke of his 'block as if it were crime

Quin's was based upon murder and magic

 

Excellent work so far, everyone. :)

  • 4 months later...
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Young Lions

 

 

Four young friends poised against a stonewall

A portrait of pride in those eyes a gleam of defiance.

Frozen moment in time when they were still young and tall.

It remains a black and white tribute to four young lion’s alliance.

 

Their country and families they would leave behind

For remaining would leave them all poor.

Such urgency that smiles on those faces were hard to find

Was it their fortune they would find they weren’t sure?

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About this rhyme I've thought so long

The rhythms I have pondered

Now all at once the lines have gone

Verse one entirely squandered

 

Verse two will be my saving grace

The pattern holds intact

Ack! yet again I've filled the space

Useless, yes, a fact!

Edited by Sorciere
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Sometimes I feel like flying South;

Chilled Winter draws so near.

A breeze blows in my trembling mouth;

My cold eyes shed a tear.

 

I pull my jacket 'round my neck,

With no scarf to keep me warm.

A soft touch from my lover's peck,

Insures I'm in no harm.

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The happy melons sing away

A crack spreads across the dry earth

Kings jester killed without mirth

A blue invite slip to play

 

Three things with meaning

The smell of cold air

The feel of her hair

The sight of a mantis preening

 

(This is mostly nonsense, does it count?)

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It rhymes... It fits the rhyme scheme... so I guess that it depends on what you wanted to get out of the exercise. So long as it fulfills the minimal requirements (the rhyme scheme is used, there's some sort of meter to it) then it's up to you as to whether or not more is required.

 

For what it's worth... I thought it was interesting in a random, nonsensical sort of way. Not sure whether it's a poem or not... but it was interesting and mildly amusing one way or the other.

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