It is once again National Poetry Month, and I would be remiss if I didn't post at least something vaguely poetry related. Works is still digesting my soul at the moment, but I have managed to jot down a few short poems over the past few months.
Sherlock:
a name we know
because of who told us.
What would he be without his dear
Watson?
A limerick:
There once was a fashionable sealWho wore shades of aqua & teal."But I'll never wear red,"The pinniped said."On my skin tone, it's just not ideal."
A clerihew:
Agatha Christiewrote plots that were twisty.She was a genuine writing savantwhen it came to constructing a denouement.
A free verse poem:
Do I love the forestbecause it reminds me of you,or do I love youbecause you remind me of the forest?
A tanka:
Clunck and clatter gothe many bamboo wind chimes.How they remind meof my hometown where the windblows familiar on my skin.
An emo poem:
Feels like I’ve been screaminginto the void,
hoping that soon
it will scream back into me
And finally, a parody of one of my favorite free verse poems, "In the Desert", by Stephen Crane.
In the dessertI saw a cookie, bak-ed, bestial,Who, squatting upon the pan,Held his lard in his hands,And ate of it.I said, “Is it good, friend?”“It is butter—butter,” he answered;“But I like it“Because it is butter,“And because it is my lard.”
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