1. The poem must be a minimum of 10 lines.
2. The poem must have a minimum of 5 words per line.
3. Read Major Jackson's poems for inspiration, and follow his advice by ending each line with a noun or a verb, rather than with a conjunction (FANBOYS) or an article (a, an, the).
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I will lay awake tonight.
ReplyDeleteI will close my eyes and shut out the world.
I will remember your rejection like the vivid memory of my parents divorce.
I will suck in a huge breathe of air and let my muscles relax.
I will run from the hurt and anguished engraved in my soul.
I will fly to the sky and spread my wings.
I will cling to the blanket warming my body.
I will begin to plan my future, my future without you.
I will cry out all the terror and pain haunting my memories.
I will not think of you tonight.
CEC
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ReplyDeleteI’m just saying, I’m not playing
ReplyDeleteSitting here on the west coast
Hoping to be on the east the most
In the end to die trying
For something that was never there
My heart sunk like the Titanic in the freezing ocean
Still beating senseless like a dog scratching a door
Approaching the bottom of the line just sitting here
Masticating the fact that I made this syntax
I exacerbated this, so it dies here
LT
I want to live in the mountains,
ReplyDeleteWake up to the cool pines,
breath the fresh air, Watch the spring runoff trickle,
having true seasons, no humidity,
Although i may become weathered,
im ready for something different,
A new feeling everday,
no school, but earning what i have.
Waiting for the first winter snow,
Waiting for the last winter snow,
I WANT to live in the mountains
I remember thoughs days under
ReplyDeletethe starry skies, in the green fields.
I remember when you used to
lay there with me dreaming and wishing.
I remember your warmth against
my cold, your heart pounding against mine.
I remember the calmness, the happiness,
and the mellow nature of our existence.
I remember when we used to dance
underneath the starry skies in the green fields.
Miscommunication left a fragile antique
ReplyDeleteVulnerable in robes. Landlocked Pirates, Marching Misfits,
Sly Shakespearians of all deviations crept
All descended upon the antique.
The chase had begun. From the mansion
High in the French countryside
To the streets of England, below the bell tower
The most traitorous emerged with prize.
Sailing through cobblestones, the thief
Attempting an escape, almost free.
AL
X Cred for these peeps
ReplyDeleteI watch the rolling hills
ReplyDeleteAs they cut and jump
They stay through endless nights
Watch as the guards march
Shields are broken
blood is drawn but
this medieval life dreads along
Soaring birds and arrows surround
clashing swords and flopping bodies
the castle bridge has fallen
that is jack crawford btw i dont know why it put that as my gmail name ha
ReplyDeleteI walk through this lifeless world
ReplyDeleteWanting more, hoping for better.
Then I met an old man.
He promised me better,
But the price was not cheap.
He said I would be happy,
That I could be the best and impossible to beat.
With a firm shake the deal was done.
I could not remember his name,
But he said I'd see him at the end.
I lie on a mound of sharp sand
ReplyDeleteA mix of salt and crushed pebbles swim through my skin
The sting awakes my nerves
Questioning as I stretch my head toward the sun
Breathing as I fall into a deep sleep
Darkness pours like black paint
A hint of yellow erupts like a happy lyric
Sudden crash of tears and red dissolve that string of hope
Lightly vibrates a quick shiver
Fluctuates, dipping low to the ocean floor
Rising high to the beat of my favorite song
NG
The man in the trees
ReplyDeletefigured out nature; old wisdom
wrinkled gold and inexplicable peace;
his writings and travels; a
Chinese sage free of time;
the oolong spring; howling, gliding
round those mountains. Gold robes,
bald head, thin; persistent fasting,
ultimate control; only sands of time
sense of where; assimilated transcendance