Plums' Poetry Orchard

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This one was inspired by Juicy :3



Duckie for my Tummy


Dear my adjective friend,
I regret to say
I was hungry yet again
and found my way

to the farm
where you stay.
I have taken a duck
of the “psy” variety,
once more today.

Please don’t be mad,
but I just have to say,
you raise good ducks,
for my tummy along the way.

 

I really love this, like wow, omg, it's just amazing. xD

The poem is so playful and the format used just right. Your placement of punctuation is perfect and it really does read like a lighthearted diary entry. I really love it. <3

Also awesome thread title. :b

 

It's a very cute poem. Great Job!
As Juicy said it reads like a lighthearted diary entry.
Hmmm I am now tempted to post my anime sonnet...

 

[This one isn't as playful as the other one, but it's the only other one of mine I like]


Enjoy the Moment?




…â€But I’m told to appreciate life.â€

You look around the spacious room,
At the doctors empty faces.
“He’s only got a weekâ€
they say to your tearful parents.

…â€But I’m told to appreciate life.â€

They let you do what you want:
Blow money on new toys,
Eat at the restaurants
That had always blended away from sight.
Yet, you feel incomplete,
As though a hole were right there,
Where your heart once was.

…â€But I’m told to appreciate lifeâ€.

Five days go by,
You still feel empty,
Like the medicine bottles
On you bed stand.
You wonder why they still try,
Even though it’s far too late.

…â€But I’m told to appreciate lifeâ€.

It’s that day now.
The day you die.
You’re lying in your bed,
Family, friends,
Even the neighbors you never thought,
Crying at your side.
From the corner of your eye,
You can see that you have what you always wanted:
But it’s just not enough.

…â€But I€™m told to appreciate lifeâ€.
Life, huh?
What a waste.

 

Oh now that is deep, great job!
You have defiantly shown that you can write with a playful tone and a serious tone.
Keep writing, you defiantly have talent!

 

Animals of Change




Gaze on the animals of moment’s past,
sifting through field after field of green grass.
Oh woe, the animals slave, ever so fast,
from the cruel laugh of humans that pass.



Back in the barn, where animals are at home,
they look with awed stares, as the pigs dance aloft.
They leap bound after bound in the hay dome,
where they speak of rebellion ever so soft.



But what do these pigs plan from humans’ sight?
Are these brave dreams, or dark intentions?
What of the others, who see only with fright?
Will they be only a man’s indigestions?



Which ever way the animals gazed at the pork,
asking if they might end up on the fork.

(a Sonnet based on Animal Farm by George Orwell)

 

Totally clocked it as Animal Farm from the second stanza. x]

It's a great poem, the only bit that hands me some confusion is the very first line. Did you perhaps mean "gaze on the animals of moments passed?"

The way you have it now seems to suggest that the past belongs to moments. Maybe you intended that, it just seems really confusing.

There is some clever rhyming here, and I really like the final couplet. <3

 

I've never read Animal Farm so I can't say any thing about the subject.
There was some good rhymes again.
It was an entertaining read.

btw- I noticed everyone who has posted in this thread(at this time) has avatars with characters from TWEWY.

 

I meant to say that the animal's wanted to be of a moment in the past:
They wanted to be free and equal like they were pre-domestication.
...At least, that was one of the vibes I was picking up from Old Major's speech, anyway xD

You should read it!
It was very entertaining, and it also makes you realize some of the more...how should I say, "pathetic" things humanity allows itself to do >>

[BECAUSE WE'RE ALL ON THE TWEWY SPECTRUM :'D]

Anywho, this is a poem revolving around comparing a person we know to nature that I did in Creative Writing about a month or two ago.

Nature Cannot Describe You~

Sitting next to that fence,
Watching the animals dance in the yard,
Sort of reminds me of you.

Not that you are an animal,
or anything of the sort.
But sometimes you can sting
Worse than the little bee.

That, and when we talk,
you seem to respond in a minute,
sometimes-mere seconds,
like the fox hunting the hound.

I think you worry too much,
enough that I can call safely you insane.
Just like the bird,
whose nest fell on the horse’s mane.

I know you’ll hate this,
but you’re kind of like a pig.
Not that your dirty,
only, it's your mouth,
that brings you such shame.

 

The "Bee' comparison reminds me of the poem "Fame is a Bee" by Emil Dickinson.
Pardon me but can I assume it's about a parent or relative?
Overall good job with how you compared different attributes of a person to characteristics we associate with animals. It was very well done and creative indeed.
Great Job!

 

It was about a friend from school c:

[A Found Poem based on Elie Wiesel's Night.]

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​

Never shall I forget that night.
A prolonged whistle split the air.
Eight words spoken quietly, indifferently, without emotion:
Men to the left! Women to the right!

Never shall I forget that night.
I was a body,
thinking of my father,
I shall always remember that smile.

Never shall I forget that night,
Where is he?
I did not doubt God's existence,
but we had never understood one another.

Never shall I forget that night.
We were masters of nature,
given to an audience of dying men.
A corpse gazed back at me,
but I had no more tears.

 

_Bump because I wrote more c:

IT'S BEEN TOO LONG POETRY ORCHARD. This is the first part of a Poetry Cycle we did in Creative Writing; there are eight poems in this one, and they switch perspective between two people. Oh, and this is in reference to 9/11. And since I can only find the first one at the moment, here you go:

OLD DIVIDE:

I can see the clouds coming
to embrace me.
I can feel gravity dissipate,
leaving my field of vision
plain.
I touch the murky window,
feeling the cold air tapping against the glass.
I can taste the overcooked peanuts,
that the bluebirds push into my hands
with a smile.
I gaze around,
looking at the species before me.
A robin sits with her child in their blue nest,
while a crow sits stoically in their blue nest.
We all sit in the same nests
yet we remain divided,
scared
and indifferent of each other.

 

Wow...these are amazing! I love the way youve written them out nearly as much as i love the actual poems! Good work :D

 

This is to inspire me to finish the BotC chapter today. B|
Me and a friend decided to write poems about each other for class, so here you gooooo:

​

For Danielle After All​

You are a flower.
I remember sitting
across
from you. The air was tinted
in the vivid green hue of Greece
and the flagrant red hue of
Rome.
Words of the forgotten language
leapt through the air,
ballerinas of a past tune.
Angry wrinkles stirred
in your brow like cake batter.
I questioned what I did wrong, but
you
knew far better than
I.

Your are a child.
Our voices seemed to radiate
with mutual adoration
at misfortune. Sometimes I wonder
if we are horrible people.
You, with your closet
emo
and I with my jokes
of nights with your mother.
Either way,
here we are to stay
like the scars
from the radiation of
chemo.

Your are solitude.
I always come to you with any problems.
But you never seem to honor that same
respect,
always keeping your problems inside,
until they gather as a wave
that threaten to was friendship away.

 

Changing Seasons

A poem I entered in the KHV Poetry Contest last summer. :B

- - -
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In our white abandon,
we laid against the cold, fluffy clouds.
Our faces were placid,
the scenery calm.
I could hear your pulse,
beating,
breathing,
giving warmth to the life that laid dormant
in us,
even in the ground in whose icy freeze,
flowers began to grow.

It was now Spring,
a time of growth for the flowers,
that bloom around us.
Yet, it is also a time of mild death.
With our winter abyss a dismal memory,
we sit in the grass,
my eyes obscured from yours
by the weeds that come and go.
As the sun gets higher,
the knit of weeds grow tighter.

The summer air now sings,
with flowering fables.
You let out a sigh,
as I half-smile.
"It's time for me to go".
Words so light and delicate,
like the leaves falling now from the trees.

With the advent of fall,
the flowers and weeds shrivel,
allowing our sights,
to rest upon the other.
"How do you do?"
Words filled with joy,
yet a hidden icy cool.
It makes me wonder,
what do we really feel?

White flakes fall from the clouds.
Our white abandon
finally returned.
I look to you,
as you look to me.
We smile with warmth,
but our hearts
as dying and frightful
as the dried weed beside us.

 

I really like your poems :3
There really good,and flow really well.
And you cankinda feel what your thinking.
Good work :D

 

_Bump because I can

I completely forgot about this one. It's the second of eight poems I wrote in the Poetry Cycle I mentioned earlier. The perspectives switch between Joseph, an American guy and Yusuf, one of the terrorists. This story of sorts all takes place during the 9/11 attacks. This one is now about Yusuf.

_ _ _ _ _
​

Unanswerable Question

Daddy where are going?
On a quick trip to
New York City.

Can I come along?
No, you cannot.

Why not?
It’s too dangerous for a
little one.

Then why do you go?
I can because I was commanded to.

By who?
By our god,
Allah.

Are you sure He told you to do this,
or he that claimed to be Him?

I felt gravity push against
my hollow body as the plane
rose.

I look around at other passengers,
Thinking that they are birds.

And here I am,
the bad luck crow
without an answer.
​

 

Okay, pretty good poem.

There were some parts that were confusing, -- I guess that where the Unanswerable Question title comes from -- but it was still enjoyable to read.

My favorite poem was the first one about duckies -- it just cracked me up.

Keep up the excellent work.

 

Repeat

Reality is something that only
crashes
into you.
My fellow birds
lie in their nests in terror.
I can hear one chipper
prayers
in quick succession.
The crow has since left its nest,
entering the nest of the pilots.
I hear him screech over the speaker:
“We’re going to die”.
I can only sit in my seat,
thinking over this phrase.
“We’re going to die.”
My mind can process the words,
but my spirit cannot bear
the collision.​

​

 

Unity

People are brought into
unity
only by mutual
fear.

They want to enjoy the merriment
by themselves.

Yet, when one presents fear
Or suffering
they gather like birds
in a giant panic.

I tell them
“We’re going to die.â€

What I don’t say
is that I feel united in this fear.
I do this for my god,
but I can’t help wonder:

What does this mean
to me?
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