At times life feels like
Broken record on repeat
Circling endlessly
So, this is my first haiku on the blog! I just had to write at least one. 🙂
Image courtesy of pixabay.com
Tag: poems
She Flickers
Between cruetly and kindness she dances
Like a candle in the dark of night;
She flickers and she twirls in circles
Changing colours, switching masks;
Living on the ballroom marble
But dreaming of the wet green grass.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com .
A Message in a Bottle
#MiracleChallenge : Week – 11
Challenge No : 4
Write a Story/ Poem using Prompt Theme –
A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
You write it down
And cast it far away,
Hoping someone will find it
Somewhere in the sea of words,
In the atmosphere of versed clouds.
It often starts simply
With an image, a memory,
An emotion long forgotten,
Turning soon into something more,
Fictional but true.
You bare your soul,
And offer pieces of your mind.
Sometimes the feeling’s good,
Inspiration like a warm hug,
Other times it makes you weep,
Art born from pain once felt.
And you write on,
Cry out your poetry in silence,
Each letter a scream,
Each word laughter,
And you cast it in the air
For someone to find and read –
Your message in a bottle.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
The Full Moon
Past comes
When the night is dark
Little memories
You thought you forgot.
Dreams avoid you
Moonlight’s scarce
By your side
Lie shards of past.
But one night
Your window will show
Full moon shining
In full moon glow.
A change indeed
Comes from inside
Strength of wolves
And night vision eyes.
A new you
Now can shine
Moonlit shadows of the past
Disappear in the light.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
The Ice Queen
I have nothing against princesses,
I like the sound of crackling fire,
and I’m very fond of cats,
but it doesn’t mean I don’t see
when injustice is being served.
Why are wolves always hunted
yet you forgive your cats
for killing birds and little mice
and bringing them as gifts?
Why is ice considered cruel
when fire can hurt as well?
Why are queens always evil
and princesses you root for?
I write my own fairy tale,
and I create a powerful queen
a woman needs not be weak
nor act sweet and for rescue wait
if she wants to be a heroine.
So I bestow on her a gift of ice,
ice-cold eyes, a power to create,
she will freeze you if you dare
in a tower lock her up,
she will make you disappear
before your wicked curse is uttered.
A magic mirror in her possession,
but who’s the fairest she doesn’t ask,
she uses it to uncover lies,
to see where’s a need to fight,
defend herself and all she loves,
a crown of ice on head held high.
She runs in the company of wolves,
with them she is always free,
she howls proudly at the moon
and hunts those who deserve it;
little girls that carry baskets
are not always what they seem,
sometimes a poisoned apple
and hidden thorns lie therein.
A queen, not a princess,
powerful and not naïve,
clever and not benign,
her touch so cold that it burns,
but that doesn’t mean she’s cruel.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
The Diamond Poem
Today, I thought it might be fun to share with you something that we do in school, with our students. By we, I mean my mentor and I, who are Croatian teachers, but it works in any language. This is a writing practice, or written expression exercise, and it’s quite simple but can give great and interesting results. It’s called the diamond poem, because the final result takes the shape of a diamond.
The task is to write a poem following these rules:
- First and the last line of the poem are two nouns, but of opposite meaning.
- Second line consists of two verbs that decribe the first noun, and the third line consists of three adjectives which describe the noun.
- The fourth line consists of any four words that connect the two nouns, or can be related to both.
- Next two lines consist of three adjectives and two verbs again, this time describing the other noun.
To make it simpler, it should look like this:
noun
verb  verb
adjective adjective adjective
word      word      word      word
adjective adjective adjective
verb  verb
noun
Looks like a diamond, you see? 😉 Now, here’s my try at it. I chose love and indifference as the two opposite nouns to begin and end the poem with.
love
 embraces  smiles
warm   soft   changeable
passing   time   evanescent   emotion
 cold unexpected unstoppable
grabbs    pains
indifference
So, what do you think? Would you like to try this form?
Once more…
She thinks of him once more,
Of all the times they shared,
She thinks of him once more,
As he sleeps –
Unaware.
She thinks of dirt underneath their feet,
Soil damp and soft, a living thing,
She thinks of leaves floating in the air
Trees greeting them with a wave,
She thinks of the wind brushing her hair,
Songs of birds and crickets’ chirps,
She thinks of the cage she used to wear,
Gown caught by brambles, lacerated,
She thinks of the woods, cruel and kind,
Silence, music; warmth and cold.
She thinks of him once more,
Of the honesty they shared,
She thinks of him once more,
And then she leaves –
Far away.
Some thoughts on writing poetry…
On 17th of May, 2015, I wrote my first post on this blog. Which means it’s now more than a year old! I didn’t write anything in celebration of this, but I though it’s a nice occasion to share some thoughts on something I didn’t think would be a part of this blog – poetry.
A few months ago, I posted my first attempt at writing poetry. It was more of an impulsive fit of inspiration than a real poem. I never thought I would post poetry on this blog, even after that first poem. I alyaws considered myself to be a prose writer, even though I did, occasionally, write poetry – or attempted to write it.
In my teenage years it was a vent for all the emotions that I kept inside, a way to say what I feel and what I’m going through, without actually writing a diary (which I tried several times but always got bored with it.) I liked writing this kind of personal poetry. And now, I really started to enjoy it once again, but maybe in a different way.
Now, when I write poetry, I often find myself writing from an imagined point of view, as if a fictional character is behind the written words. It does, of course, have bits of myself in it as well, and some of my poems express some of my thoughts and observations. But sometimes, it’s in a certain way similar to writing fiction. I feel the emotions of my characters, just as I feel the emotions of my lyrical subjects. Is that the influence of being more focused on writing fiction? I’m not sure. I guess I like imagining characters and their stories far too much. XD
In any case, I don’t know if my poems are any good, but I love writing them and I will definitely write more. Experimentation with all forms and topics was the idea behind this blog anyway, and I’m happy it has taken me this far. 🙂
Multitude
I am huge,
A multitude of worlds!
I decide, I know,
I wonder, I learn,
I see others who wonder, too,
And they are plentiful.
I see the sky and the stars,
I see the universe,
And a glimpse of it once again,
In the other people’s eyes.
And I don’t understand,
I cannot decide,
I don’t know.
I am small,
Invisible…
Let’s Be Evil Together
Let’s be evil together!
Let’s bare our pointed teeth
And sharpen our claws.
In moonlight we would walk
And hide from the Sun
Which shines, pierces and burns
Like it owns us all.
Hunters we would be
And never the pray,
Care not about the world
Just destroy and scare.
Merciful never
To those who obey,
We shall bury constructs
Made by fellow men.
Run away with me!
Let’s be evil together,
Let’s be violent –
Be free.
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