Poetry Blog

Whenever I meet someone new, I create a long list in my head about everything I see that involves them, down to the shoes they wear to the way their mouth moves.  This made me think of why i do this, and honestly i still don't know.  When i meet someone new... I stare  although I don't go anywhere You're face contorts, because I don't do sports  My head is bowed  down to the ground  shoes tell a story  whether its lovely or gory  i won't speak  or you'll see I'm not at my peak  I won't frown  or you'll know I'm down  I'll act my best  so you won't contest 

I wrote a poem with my sister when we were walking home, it made me happy because we both went off   in different directions and at the end we talked to each other about what we were thinking and were not   even close to one another's ideas, but the poem came together in the end. This poem doesn't have a name because it should be up for interpretation for others to decide on there own what it means to them.  Sunset breeze, knobbly knees. words stuttered, feelings uttered. rosy cheeks, the ocean speaks. a sonnet so divine emotions on the line.

Today I wrote 2 poems  I wrote one during my lesson and another when I went out for a walk. The first poem I wrote, I was in a bad mood and it made me write as tho this was the case, although I am not being bullied I can imagine what it would be like if it were to happen to someone. I called this poem - S omething to think about.  I don’t like the feeling of sand beneath my toes  I don’t like bad hair days but nobody knows The feeling of people who act like they care The feeling of people without their despair Not only this but i hate my eyes Not only this but u should also realise My drive to try  My drive to die  I hope next time you change your mind  I hope next time you try to be kind to create this poem we did an activity that involved righting down our likes and dislikes which made me think of ways to rhyme and the best ones for rhyming where my dislikes. The second poem I wrote was when I was going for a late night walk in my Pj's, because i was thi...

Today I wrote a poem from looking at a picture. My prompt was dark with misty trees, and it made me feel lonely. I used the emotions I felt to create my poem! My poem is set in a boat on a river and I can see feel and hear all of these things - from the knitted jumper to the wailing wind and fishing rod in my fist. Foggy trees and soggy leaves, Wrapped in a coat of mist. Wailing wind and tight knit sleeves, Hair done in a twist. Cold dry knees long dark streams, Hand curled in a fist.  Use a creese and kill me please, I am nothing if not a hedonist.  This poem doesn't have a title.