Creative Writting _ Poems
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Disappear in the living Room
When I was standing in that “living” room
There lost, being told things quickly
Seeing the pictures of happiness
Surrounding me and somehow making me feel,
Feel down and depressed. I could hear her typing
Him flipping the pages most tearing them
The pages as he turns to the next page,
And seeing his glasses slide slightly down his face
Looking down on the page.
I could feel the light hit my face
The cold floors brush against
My bare feet, bringing chills to me
But then letting myself fall
Onto the gray silky couch.
The light then glistering upon my face
Covering my eyes shielding
The tears approaching me
As my body would start to shake.
I see him looking up glancing at me
He’d clear his throat, coughing slightly
She would look up from the computer,
Her hands still moving across the keys
I could hear the tapping of her fingers
As they press against the plastic pieces
On those set into the board
On the keyboard on her lap top.
My throat tightening
And I would lick my lips
Hands start trembling…
He’d then set down his book and glance up
Looking directly at me and say
Something and everything
Of what I could possibly be doing wrong
Though I did not quite understand why.
So I stood there quite, losing patience
And feeling like my feet are suddenly nailed
Glued to the floor, unmovable.
After this long dreary moment
I dashed up to my room
Closed the door
As I lay my head on my soft
Comfy and warm bed.
Grabbing my phone thinking of someone
I’d would call them, breaking down
In tears that are pouring out of my eyes
And dripping down my face.
I could hear them quietly talking down there,
To one another now even as I didn’t go down
Like nothing happened that night.
I could picture them
Sitting there in that room…
Narrative Poem
Title of Work: Daniel-Henry kahunweiler autumn 1910 Artist: Pablo Picasso
Disarray
Drifting into pieces
My body dethatching
And everything around
Just seems to desire me
My hands keep shaking
yet I can’t feel them attached
But why must I feel
As if I’m some toy
The boxes pressing up
Against my bare skin
Yet somehow I’m sinking in
I feel like I’m lost
Without a trace
But all mixed up
In disarray…
Title of Work: A woman before an Aquarium
Artist: Henri Matisse
The Fish
Hmph, why does that fish
That small innocent fish
Get a chance to die?
When he deserved me
Lied straight out to my face
Betrayed me, left me
As if I’m trash
Do I not mean the world
To him at all?
The fish doesn’t know
Nor fear what I fear
The fish gets to lie
There and drown to death
But my flesh my skin
Stays within, doesn’t move
Not even an inch
Oh how I wish
Wish to be that fish!
Title of Work : The death of the poet water Rhemon
Artist: Conrad Felixmiller
Lights in the City
The city streets calling
Lights flashing
And the sounds of death
Approach thy
What others writing may think
Doesn’t matter
It’s now or never
The guy standing on
His ledge, waiting
For this moment
Will it com in the end
When all the lights
Turn to heaven
Above him…
Title of Work: Japanese Interior Tradition
Artist: Altdorf Foundation
Tinny Japanese Room
Sitting, resting all alone
Waiting for thy to come home
You wonder about
And feel as if you’re sinking in
The room filled with fragile
Things, all laid out
As if never touched
Never used but they
Sit in the little room
Apart from this huge room
Looking in on this
Exquisite setting, the feeling
Of being there
Yet never entering
What a tinny space
That brings Japanese
Taste into one
Short visit.
Women Who Love Men
They are beautiful
And never lonely, living for them wondering
where it could go; searching
For the swiftness of one of them.
They change their clothing
In the evening to something more sensual
That sparkles barely covering
Their body, having bliss
As if biting into melting chocolate,
They sway their hips and their hair flows past their face.
Wanting makes them unstable
They fall to the sound of
The manly voice.
When they die, it’s harmless, and feels great
Their spirits feel sensational
And they have finally made it with them.
Extended Metaphor:
The Darkness within you There is something darkening about you
Perhaps bloody tears upon your face
The timer beeps louder here
Making that sound ring in my ear
Computer waddling in your place
And it is no wonder you are out of step
Sheets falling down the sun rising
Far in the distance over there
You are like the stars taking up moonlight
You are like the sea splashing me in my eyes
Burning them so I can’t see
You are like heaven and hell disturbing thy inside
Making it hard for thaw to breath
You are like water dropping down my mouth
When I’m lost in my dreams
You are like the light hitting my sensitive skin
Making it sting within
The way you are, those tears in your eyes
They look red from all the times
You cried. You kept telling me
You are fine, everything is alright.
You promised me it would be alright
But you lied to me
Now all I see is the bloody
Tears dripping down your face
Look what you are doing to me
All I see is the pain
You are going through
And all the bloody tears
That fell upon your beautiful
Pale peachy face.
The School Day
Turning it in makes me important
Though you know I’m falling
Through, I kept debating this morning
This morning I still felt crushed
From what he said to me,
Yet they’re still over protective
You sit in class when it’s
Dull and I feel sick and lost
You come to me through out
Each time between my
Classes and I’m suddenly needed
Soon enough the day
Most over and my body
Is not connected to my mind
As if it’s out of it
They all pass me in the hall
Trying wanting to leave
Step up by Drowning Pool
1, 2, 3 - Go!
Broken,
Yeah, you've been living on the edge of a broken dream.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me.
I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.
So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.
You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...
Aaaaah...
Suffering,
Yeah, that's the only thing here that's left for you.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you're ever gonna -- do.
I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.
So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.
So if you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.
You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...
You're gonna get knocked down...
And now you've crossed that line...
You must be out your mind.
Go.
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.
You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...
You're gonna get knocked down (step up).
You're gonna get knocked down...
You're gonna get knocked down (step up).
You're gonna get knocked... down!
Ballad Poem For Step Up
Wondering apart from you forever
Trampling down through history
It’s a never ending mistory here
Fighting arpart from this forever-ness
It’s a struggling emotion with you now
The panicing friction coming through
I’m done with you forget it
The anger racing throughout
Ballad Poem- Sometimes by Punch Brothers
Standing in a western room with you and me
The constant movement trickling
Bringing excitement towards you and me
The speedy tempo transforming
Soon the smoothness is overwhelming
Turning back and forth with you
The sunny background comforting
Compassion arising with you
Concert Poem
“167 words”
I have one day to use few words
But my thoughts ever adding up
How can I go through out the day
With only using 167 words
Impossible I say to you
How could I do this all day
I have so much I wish to say
To him and her
I will not last can not last
Saying just a few words all day
When you have so much to say
Yet told you cant today
Does it affect you through out your day
I’ll tell you what happened to me
I talked about 40 words in physics class
And then I didn’t speak till I called him that night
How could I go without talking to my parents
You ask? Well child I don’t know
It was hard and painful
For when I’m not at school
I’m too talk-a-tive
Yes I know such a shy girl I am
Yet once I’m around my family
Around my friends you’d wish
To hear no sound
Saying 167 words to me
To you would be
Infuriately for thy can not last
If told to only speak a few words
How very sad that day was for me…
The Bloody Scar
That sharp metal piece
dug into her skin
Ripping and tearing
her chin.
The pain seen in her eyes as
the sweet innocent little girl
Grabbed her dad’s
arm. He cradled her
Noticing his child was hurt
Driving her to the hospital
You could tell he was lost in
thought
worry and guilt. The blood
dripping down her precious face
Her tears pouring out of
place
He glanced at his daughter now
Know she would be soon be in
The doctors arms till he could fix
the pain she was in
Then afterward driving home
His eyes sparked and she was smiling
The pain now gone for this time
And hopefully wont ring within…
Your just not what he wants…
I just have this to say
I hugged him
I will admit that
His arms so warm
His smile so sweet
His touch was comforting to me
And you saw
Him and I standing there
I know you love him
And that would make you mad
You probably think
That I have a crush on him
He hugged me that day
You wished to walk away
He smiled at you
And you saw him do it too
He was falling for me and not you
He was wanting me
And you wished it were you
I smiled, I laughed at the thought
You mumbled viciously towards me
I knew what you said, “ He should be mine”
But instead he wanted me
He looked at you and smiled
You looked at him and glared
I looked at you and my eyes drifted down
You looked at me and you had a frown
He hugged you once
Then took my hand
Forgive me
He loves me now
He wants me
And somehow it’s meant to be
-Apology Poem
Poetry Reflection
Throughout this poetry unit I found writing about myself for class the most difficult part, being able to express myself in poetry wasn’t the hard part however being able to share this with others is the hard part. Having to write poems based off of instructions was also difficult because I wrote poems all the time but without someone telling me what to write. Having directions on the type of poem I have to write was easy to fallow yet stressful because I don’t usually have to fall a structure when writing something so personal. When writing all the poetry we wrote during this unit I found myself lost in side, I found that there are emotions and feelings I had hidden away that I wasn’t about to bring out. Though the minute we started writing my mind went all over the place bringing back new and old memories to life. I found that I have care about those around me more then I can possibly put into words. That those I love probably will never know just how much I care. Yet I was able to write a poem about how much it affects me when they cry when they are happy. I found that I myself have been just as happy and sad or even as mad as them. I found myself rethinking things I have said or done, wondering what happened to make me want to do these things. Such as a time when I had seen my friend cry in front of me because of something that had happened and she was just getting over it. I had never seen her that upset to where she put her head down on the floor in front of me and cried and the worst part is she kept crying no matter what I said or did. In this unit I wrote a poem about how I felt that day, how I feel even when she is not upset just because I worry. I found that I am a person who always worries about those I love and care about. I see now that I am someone who doesn’t mind giving back to those around me and showing them each and every day just how much I care just how much they mean to me. I feel that this unit has opened up a part of me that I shall never let go and that now I find myself writing poems more than I did before. I used to write poems when I was really emotional, whether it was because I was crying in my room, laughing with my friends, or just really mad over anything at all. However now I find myself writing to write about the day about my life about just about anything and now it doesn’t matter the mood I’m in I just want to write. I feel this unite showed me the side of me that loves poetry even more then I realized it before. Over all throughout this unit I just enjoyed writing about poetry and being able to see art and related my poems to them. I absolutely love poetry even more now I know that reading it is inspirational but writing it allows me to let old feelings go that are negative or expand on those that I love. Analyzing it was not fun and it really made me stressed out I would much rather write it and allow others to analyze my poetry which can contain meaning throughout the poem and allows them to relate their life to mine.