Another great poem Cath! Love the repeat of "our" and how sweet and seems have the same vowel sound as well as share the same first letter. There are a lot of subtle nuances to sounds of spoken poetry.
I wrote this one when I remembered how much fun I had as a kid. Being a kid is so much fun, nothing to worry about other than keeping your toys safe. 8)
A Time
A time,
A place I once existed.
A world unattainable, yet sorely missed,
Yearning for a chance to relive those days.
A time where I played
And ran carefree through the land,
And snuggled with my dear, sweet mother.
Imagining a world in my free-time,
Where the fairies danced and sang the night away.
A world filled with magic and good.
And yet I realize,
While it is impossible to return,
One can recreate something just as beautiful
And memorable as the past.
And this one....well, I'm not quite sure what caused this one. All of my recent poetry is from school assignments, and this one is my oldest one, back when I was just a freshman. It's about a kid who lost their stool, the one they always played with and sat on.
This one isn't an entry, I'm just sharing it for people to read. That is unless someone wants this to be an entry. I remembered we could submit two but only one was to be voted on, and I don't know which one to choose out of the three. So I'm just sharing this one for now.
Please excuse any mistakes or anything that doesn't make sense, I haven't edited my poetry since it was submitted for the grade. :roll:
Also, to mimic the way I wrote it for school I had to put letters and make them white. :XD:
Devoted
Sitting upon you -
Your four petite legs
Sustaining my weight
Your color a bright mahogany
Seeming to come straight from the red tide
Smooth above
Rough below
Resembling the sands of time
A sat here askjdkshA step there
Playtime for one is now for two
A scratch on your face
A crack on your soul
Relentless fury
Brought on to you unforeseen
Some paint here, kisses there
All better asdjksdaForgiven?
Woken from slumber
By a great trepidation
Circling, circling
Where is my friend?
Not a modicum, not even a vestige
Gone! Gone!
Oh, asdjfhjWhere is my old friend?
Sleepless nights
Endless days
Searching
But still no sign
Why did you leave? asdjfasIf not, where have you gone?
Where did you go
My dear, old friend?
Mizore - I love them all. Very whimsical. Love the tone.
I thought I'd share this one with its alliteration, rhythm, and personification that I wrote this morning:
Wonderful, whimsical words whirl in the wind
Tantalizing and tempting to touch and to taste.
Sensual, soulful sounds surround and seduce us
Dancing delightfully in dear, decadent dreams.
Ciane, how pretty! I love the delightful images that your piece brings to mind. It really shows your love for poetry and words.
Thank you for the nice comment on my poem.
MizoreYukii, I agree with Ciane. Very lovely poetry.
I loved each and every poem this week. The fun one's that really made me remember being a kid, as well as the sad, but beautifully written ones.
All the poems have been great so far. Lovely works everyone! Here's my contribution, Baths where my favorite time as a child. Showers instead of baths always seemed like one of the transitions to adulthood to me.
Does it seem that you could almost delete the middle line and still have the essence in most of the poems?
I find myself reading the first and last line of the stanzas and seeing if the middle is like an adjective or phrase within a sentence. Hmmm, okay, it's probably just me.
Thank you Cath!
Bathtime is still something I enjoy! I love to soak in a tub full of hot water.
Lots of wonderful poetry!
MJ, yours reminds me of how we used to build forts when I was younger. Hidden in the trees was a special place to pretend with friends.
I vote for MusicalPoet's Clutching Teddy and Dayshatw's. Both are strong poems about abuse from a child's perspective. They leave lasting impressions.
Thank you for introducing the topics that force us to elevate the world around us. May we all make a difference, and may that difference be positive... for the good of all.
This week, votes go to Wibble's Comfort and Cath's Fleeting Youth.
Great job everyone! This was such a wonderful challenge. I never write anymore, but this contest has inspired me to get myself a poetry journal in which I plan to write at least one poem a day. Thanks, Blythe, and thanks to all of the participants for showcasing your work.
I genuinely enjoyed reading every poem this week, and thank you all for improving my life a bit :-) Thank You! I would like to share my reactions to each work of poetry here before I vote.
MusicalPoet: strong imagery and emotion here
CoffeFreak4Life: I always wanted a Lite-Brite :-)
Dayshatw: scary, lonely, amazing cadence
jezebelthenun: 1st - great sense of setting and character; 2nd - funny and a true end to childhood
mjdrgnpt: 1st - made me remember awesome snow days; 2nd - I had a willow hideout, too :-)
PurpleAthenaOwl: such confused happiness - very childlike - loved
Thelessy: menacing and sad :-( It made me glad that views on bullying are starting to change here in the US
WibbleLikeAJelly: I loved the story here and wished the poem form was longer so I could have more story
ciane: 1st - playgrounds were amazing, magical places! 2nd - joyful and well done - the alliterative technique so often gets silly, and this was not at all silly. Thank you for the comments on my poem, as well.
WrathofCath: 1st - it's weird how quickly time moves after childhood ends; 2nd - great use of contrast in the stanzas
MizoreYukii: 1st - lovely imagery throughout; 2nd - wonderful sense of nostalgia; 3rd - great personification and imagery, and the indented line structure worked very well here
ElementDragon: made me remember when my brother was little and what a sweet, sweet baby he was
Choosing was very difficult for me this week! I vote for: Dayshatw because of the emotional punch, and for mjdrgnpt because both poems brought me straight back to my own childhood.
Run and play,
Having fun all day,
Starts to get cold,
Go inside where its warm,
Play in the snow,
Before its all gone,
Starts to get warm,
Spring is upon,
Blow out the candles,
Days go by,
Years fly,
Now you watch them.
Bklyn, I loved reading all your comments. It's always wonderful when time and inclination allow for a little note to everyone. Thank you for that.
ElementDragon, thank you as well. You brought a huge smile to my face. I am so glad I captured the lightheartedness of childhood. (I still enjoying going to playgrounds.)
Rosie, great poem I love how seasons turned to years and how starts to get cold turned to starts to get warm.
My votes this week go to MusicalPoet's "Clutching Teddy" and Jez's "Rough and Tumble".
Thank you, BklynbkbPlayer, for the vote.
Side note, this month my book of poetry got published. Check my lastest update on My Page for details. Some of the poems I wrote for last year's one-a-day poetry contest are included.
I love all the different themes that everyone has brought, some happy and others sad. Some bittersweet. Great work everyone!
I think I am going with BklynbkbPlayer with Champion, because I could imagine the little determined focused face that little kids have when they are really intent on something seemingly simple like hopscotch.
My second choice is fleeting youth by wrathofcath because of it's sweet yet wistful tone.
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Yes, I agree.
I scond that.
Another great poem Cath! Love the repeat of "our" and how sweet and seems have the same vowel sound as well as share the same first letter. There are a lot of subtle nuances to sounds of spoken poetry.
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The Blanket
I've had you since I was a babe,
Given by my mother to me.
You're thin, but warm,
Short, but just enough.
Everything that a child could want.
Your colors are faded,
Pale blue and yellow
And a white so white
It is the color of snow.
Fascinating to a child.
Your seams are frayed
And you are fragile,
Yet you resist time,
Lasting for seventeen years
And soon to be many more.
Your simple design is beyond ordinary
To the eyes of a child.
A Time
A time,
A place I once existed.
A world unattainable, yet sorely missed,
Yearning for a chance to relive those days.
A time where I played
And ran carefree through the land,
And snuggled with my dear, sweet mother.
Imagining a world in my free-time,
Where the fairies danced and sang the night away.
A world filled with magic and good.
And yet I realize,
While it is impossible to return,
One can recreate something just as beautiful
And memorable as the past.
This one isn't an entry, I'm just sharing it for people to read. That is unless someone wants this to be an entry. I remembered we could submit two but only one was to be voted on, and I don't know which one to choose out of the three. So I'm just sharing this one for now.
Please excuse any mistakes or anything that doesn't make sense, I haven't edited my poetry since it was submitted for the grade. :roll:
Also, to mimic the way I wrote it for school I had to put letters and make them white. :XD:
Devoted
Sitting upon you -
Your four petite legs
Sustaining my weight
Your color a bright mahogany
Seeming to come straight from the red tide
Smooth above
Rough below
Resembling the sands of time
A sat here
askjdkshA step there
Playtime for one is now for two
A scratch on your face
A crack on your soul
Relentless fury
Brought on to you unforeseen
Some paint here, kisses there
All better
asdjksdaForgiven?
Woken from slumber
By a great trepidation
Circling, circling
Where is my friend?
Not a modicum, not even a vestige
Gone! Gone!
Oh,
asdjfhjWhere is my old friend?
Sleepless nights
Endless days
Searching
But still no sign
Why did you leave?
asdjfasIf not, where have you gone?
Where did you go
My dear, old friend?
I thought I'd share this one with its alliteration, rhythm, and personification that I wrote this morning:
Wonderful, whimsical words whirl in the wind
Tantalizing and tempting to touch and to taste.
Sensual, soulful sounds surround and seduce us
Dancing delightfully in dear, decadent dreams.
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Thank you for the nice comment on my poem.
MizoreYukii, I agree with Ciane. Very lovely poetry.
I loved each and every poem this week. The fun one's that really made me remember being a kid, as well as the sad, but beautifully written ones.
This week will be a very tough vote.
I have one more Musette to add:
A Child's Day
Run, play,
In the sunshine
All day.
Dark night,
Scary nightmare
Gives fright.
New toy,
Friends and laughter
Bring joy.
Time Stands Still
Time does not exist here
in this pocket of space
between willow tree and fence –
the leafy curtain separates
two different worlds:
Out there I have duties,
a proper way to behave,
expected to be a lady;
In here I can act however I please –
free to be a child,
or princess or warrior,
have tea with my teddy
or read that "foolish fantasy."
Time stands still,
in my personal Neverland.
Baths
Bath time!
Water in tub.
Scrub grime.
All wet.
Splish Splash Splash Splish!
Clean yet?
Get dry.
Drain the water,
bye bye.
I find myself reading the first and last line of the stanzas and seeing if the middle is like an adjective or phrase within a sentence. Hmmm, okay, it's probably just me.
Thank you Cath!
Bathtime is still something I enjoy! I love to soak in a tub full of hot water.
Lots of wonderful poetry!
MJ, yours reminds me of how we used to build forts when I was younger. Hidden in the trees was a special place to pretend with friends.
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I love the theme here, so I'd like to write more. I grinned my way through this one. :oops:
Changes
Youngest
Not as pretty
Small chest
Quiet
Self-acceptance
Try it
Grew up
Now a double
D cup!
Thank you for introducing the topics that force us to elevate the world around us. May we all make a difference, and may that difference be positive... for the good of all.
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Great job everyone! This was such a wonderful challenge. I never write anymore, but this contest has inspired me to get myself a poetry journal in which I plan to write at least one poem a day. Thanks, Blythe, and thanks to all of the participants for showcasing your work.
MusicalPoet: strong imagery and emotion here
CoffeFreak4Life: I always wanted a Lite-Brite :-)
Dayshatw: scary, lonely, amazing cadence
jezebelthenun: 1st - great sense of setting and character; 2nd - funny and a true end to childhood
mjdrgnpt: 1st - made me remember awesome snow days; 2nd - I had a willow hideout, too :-)
PurpleAthenaOwl: such confused happiness - very childlike - loved
Thelessy: menacing and sad :-( It made me glad that views on bullying are starting to change here in the US
WibbleLikeAJelly: I loved the story here and wished the poem form was longer so I could have more story
ciane: 1st - playgrounds were amazing, magical places! 2nd - joyful and well done - the alliterative technique so often gets silly, and this was not at all silly. Thank you for the comments on my poem, as well.
WrathofCath: 1st - it's weird how quickly time moves after childhood ends; 2nd - great use of contrast in the stanzas
MizoreYukii: 1st - lovely imagery throughout; 2nd - wonderful sense of nostalgia; 3rd - great personification and imagery, and the indented line structure worked very well here
ElementDragon: made me remember when my brother was little and what a sweet, sweet baby he was
Choosing was very difficult for me this week! I vote for: Dayshatw because of the emotional punch, and for mjdrgnpt because both poems brought me straight back to my own childhood.
Thank you once again for hosting this and giving us the chance to have some fun.
For voting I pick Ciane and BklynbkbPlayer as their poems captured the lightheartedness of childhood I was looking for.
Run and play,
Having fun all day,
Starts to get cold,
Go inside where its warm,
Play in the snow,
Before its all gone,
Starts to get warm,
Spring is upon,
Blow out the candles,
Days go by,
Years fly,
Now you watch them.
ElementDragon, thank you as well. You brought a huge smile to my face. I am so glad I captured the lightheartedness of childhood. (I still enjoying going to playgrounds.)
Rosie, great poem I love how seasons turned to years and how starts to get cold turned to starts to get warm.
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I'm going to vote for Cath's fleeting youth and thelessy's bullies.
My votes this week go to MusicalPoet's "Clutching Teddy" and Jez's "Rough and Tumble".
Thank you, BklynbkbPlayer, for the vote.
Side note, this month my book of poetry got published. Check my lastest update on My Page for details. Some of the poems I wrote for last year's one-a-day poetry contest are included.
Blythelyre, thank you so much for hosting this fabulously fun contest. :thumbup: :XD:
I had so much fun trying out all these different types of poems.
I have one last poem for this week. (sorry, couldn't help myself)
Another Day
Singing
Laughing, playing
Swinging
Crawling,
Running, jumping
Falling
Crying,
Sleeping, dreaming
Sighing
I would like to vote for Jez's Rough and Tumble and Wibble's Comfort.
I think I am going with BklynbkbPlayer with Champion, because I could imagine the little determined focused face that little kids have when they are really intent on something seemingly simple like hopscotch.
My second choice is fleeting youth by wrathofcath because of it's sweet yet wistful tone.