Post by Dutch on Mar 10, 2010 10:52:56 GMT -5
Yeah.. so all my life. I've hated poetry. Hardcore, and not only reading it, I especially hate writing it. But, here I am in Creative Writing... and apparently my poems lately have been good, since I've been getting amazing responses from my class. So, I thought, why not put them up, see what my fellow creative writers of SWU think. Be easy on me <_<
The first two I definitely did not take seriously, yet my class went NUTS over them. And just a note, my teach is Professor Turner (you'll understand here in a second)
Alright, this one was done very late, and I was VERY grumpy/snarky cause, well, I was writing poetry... But I actually kinda like this one >_>
I Hate Poetry
I hate poetry it's just a fact of mine, who cares if the words rhyme or if they tug at heart strings? It's completely ridiculous in my mind; do people really enjoy these things? I sit here and ponder, on some earth shattering wonder, but all I can think of, is why do people do this? Broken hearted men and women all sittin' and whinin' as they piss out these rhyming lines, and for what? They all seem to end their lives by a gun or a cut.
I hate poetry it's just a fact of mine, it's always been something I'm terrible at. It makes me just want to go apesh*t on my computer with a bat. i'm not very good at thinking of rhyming words or phrases that sound good, I just sit here like a rottin' piece of wood. Maybe it's because I don't do it for fun, I avoid poetry like a good run. Just not my bag, god this is such a drag. Notice how I add these terrible rhymes, ain't even worth a handful of dimes.
I hate poetry it's just a fact of mine, even as I sit here, I can't think of what to say. I sit here, and realize that I can't stand this assignment either way. Poetry may be fine for some, they may find it quite swell. As I sit here and wish I could just ignore it, I realize I'm stuck in hell. I will get you back, Isaac Turner, for making me actually use my brain. The I realize, holy crap, I just made a poem, or something. That's pretty awesome, and now I'm done, so I can't complain.
This one might be confusing to some, since I list some local places. But basically, had this CRAZY figurative language poem, that was hard for me. So I went stupid again. If you REALLY can't guess what this poem is about, I feel bad for you.
Caesar, do you weep for your missing parts?
Or sigh that your parts, have given me farts?
Maybe I'll go to the Papa, see what he has to say.
Take out or delivery?
Cash or credit?
Your innards are always tasty, a real treat.
Perhaps I will see Martini, and be a cheat.
Their innards are as good as a nice slight wink my way.
With money as hard to get as a pair of Aces cards,
I will have to settle for Caesar's innards.
Take out or delivery?
Cash or credit?
Alright, this is my latest one for this class, and I actually decided to try to do a 'serious' one. I say that in a sense that I don't take any poetry serious... But with a certain fiasco going on right now, someone told me this line quote on quote- and I made this for him.
There is something in our lives, that at times, we need to stop,
Something wrong, or malicious, that reaches a certain peak
And when it reaches this point, we need to speak
We all got our axes to grind, and need to chop.
Every once in a while, in our garden, comes a sinister crop,
A fetid fern that gives a presence that will often reek
One can not know how it comes, fed by a creek
That snakes into our garden and leaves slop.
As the Patriarch says, we got axes to grind.
To heft our steel headed resolve
And drive it down with severing force.
In time he says, that we will find
That we can live and absolve.
And with that axe, be free and feel no remorse
We got another one due pretty soonish, but I haven't started it yet. It'll be not so serious, and I'm kinda looking forward to it.
But anyway, that's been my little excursion into hated waters- and like I said, be gentle, I dun ever write this crap XD
The first two I definitely did not take seriously, yet my class went NUTS over them. And just a note, my teach is Professor Turner (you'll understand here in a second)
****************
Alright, this one was done very late, and I was VERY grumpy/snarky cause, well, I was writing poetry... But I actually kinda like this one >_>
I Hate Poetry
I hate poetry it's just a fact of mine, who cares if the words rhyme or if they tug at heart strings? It's completely ridiculous in my mind; do people really enjoy these things? I sit here and ponder, on some earth shattering wonder, but all I can think of, is why do people do this? Broken hearted men and women all sittin' and whinin' as they piss out these rhyming lines, and for what? They all seem to end their lives by a gun or a cut.
I hate poetry it's just a fact of mine, it's always been something I'm terrible at. It makes me just want to go apesh*t on my computer with a bat. i'm not very good at thinking of rhyming words or phrases that sound good, I just sit here like a rottin' piece of wood. Maybe it's because I don't do it for fun, I avoid poetry like a good run. Just not my bag, god this is such a drag. Notice how I add these terrible rhymes, ain't even worth a handful of dimes.
I hate poetry it's just a fact of mine, even as I sit here, I can't think of what to say. I sit here, and realize that I can't stand this assignment either way. Poetry may be fine for some, they may find it quite swell. As I sit here and wish I could just ignore it, I realize I'm stuck in hell. I will get you back, Isaac Turner, for making me actually use my brain. The I realize, holy crap, I just made a poem, or something. That's pretty awesome, and now I'm done, so I can't complain.
**********************
This one might be confusing to some, since I list some local places. But basically, had this CRAZY figurative language poem, that was hard for me. So I went stupid again. If you REALLY can't guess what this poem is about, I feel bad for you.
Take Out or Delivery?
Caesar, do you weep for your missing parts?
Or sigh that your parts, have given me farts?
Maybe I'll go to the Papa, see what he has to say.
Take out or delivery?
Cash or credit?
Your innards are always tasty, a real treat.
Perhaps I will see Martini, and be a cheat.
Their innards are as good as a nice slight wink my way.
With money as hard to get as a pair of Aces cards,
I will have to settle for Caesar's innards.
Take out or delivery?
Cash or credit?
******************
Alright, this is my latest one for this class, and I actually decided to try to do a 'serious' one. I say that in a sense that I don't take any poetry serious... But with a certain fiasco going on right now, someone told me this line quote on quote- and I made this for him.
Grind
There is something in our lives, that at times, we need to stop,
Something wrong, or malicious, that reaches a certain peak
And when it reaches this point, we need to speak
We all got our axes to grind, and need to chop.
Every once in a while, in our garden, comes a sinister crop,
A fetid fern that gives a presence that will often reek
One can not know how it comes, fed by a creek
That snakes into our garden and leaves slop.
As the Patriarch says, we got axes to grind.
To heft our steel headed resolve
And drive it down with severing force.
In time he says, that we will find
That we can live and absolve.
And with that axe, be free and feel no remorse
****************
We got another one due pretty soonish, but I haven't started it yet. It'll be not so serious, and I'm kinda looking forward to it.
But anyway, that's been my little excursion into hated waters- and like I said, be gentle, I dun ever write this crap XD