August 5
Poetry Name: Romance
Author: Shruti Punni
From: buzzer
Description: Dark Poetry
They said her beauty was beyond imagination
She wore a precious smile
Her face was that of an angel
It stopped hearts for a while.
He saw her picking flowers
When he laid his eyes on her
He stared for what seemed a moment
Everything else was blur.
He could not help but stop in his way
He has never seen such a face
Not even in his fantasy he knew
He could ever feel the daze.
She walked across the flower bed
With her white dress floating in air
She smiled at the smiling lilies
And put one in her hair.
He stood there watching her
As she touched her hair
He wondered who the angel was
With beauty and grace so rare.
In kingdoms far and near
He had never seen such a damsel
With divinity in her eyes
And so in love he fell.
He was the prince of Arekia
The land of the mystic river
Where life was about peace and love
And it flourished with gold and silver.
He knew at once she was the one
Who would be his maiden bride
He adored her beauty for some more time
And then walked to her with pride.
"Hey fair maiden! I love thee
I have never been so sure
Let me take you to my land
My love for you is pure"
She looked at him with eyes wide
His heart skipped a beat
And then her lips curled into a smile
He knelled down at her feet.
She sat down beside him there
They talked for a while
And as the sun went down the sky
She left him with a smile.
She promised to meet him tomorrow
At the lily bed
When the sun come out in all its glory
She would see him where the path led.
He counted stars, each one of them
That night as he lay awake
He could not get her out of his mind
He wished for daylight to break.
She came as promised
And lay in his arms
They spoke of everything
Right from palaces to farms.
They stayed together for days
And then he took her home
She had never such a place
It was the most beautiful kingdom of Rome.
She was adorned with diamonds and rubies
And dressed in gold
Her tresses decorated with rare flowers
She stood there beautiful and bold.
She was the apple of his eyes
He could not take his eyes off
He spend his days and nights with her
She laughed and he would laugh.
He brought her everything he could
He tried to give it all
He did not want to see her blue
She was his pretty doll.
Days turned to nights, nights into days
Time passed away
Everything seemed perfect
But it all changed one day.
They took their stroll at the garden
She looked as exquisite as always
He smiled at her as they walked
Suddenly he saw her eyes blaze.
His smile vanished when he saw her
Her beauty abruptly turned sour
She stood there with a dagger in her hand
She was a picture of hideous abhor.
He fell down to her feet again
This time to save his life
But nothing seemed to mover her this time
She stabbed him with the knife.
The sun hid beneath the clouds
The sky turned grey
The birds stopped chirping around
It was a fateful day.
The dying prince asked his bride
What was his mistake
She smiled and took him close
And said she had money to make.
His eyes were the color of red
She smiled at him again
She told him she had all his riches
And a new life to began.
All she wanted was hers
It was time for him to sleep
She took him in her arms
And cradled him to slumber deep.
His blood stained her garb
It also stained her face
She left him there fading
With one last embrace.
She walked through the garden
With her blood red dress floating in air
She smiled at the smiling lilies
And put one in her hair.
August 6
Poetry Name: Nothing Gold Can Stay
Author: Robert Frost
From: The Literature Network
Description: A poetry with meaning, comparing the nature with our youth.
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
August 7
Poetry Name: Annabel Lee
Author: Edgar Alan Poe
From: Poem Hunter
Description: A deep feeling surged from a couple living "by the kingdom of the sea".
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
August 9
Poetry Name: A Quest
Author: Me
From: A book I'm writing but is failing to my expectations >.<
Description: I can't even say what's up to it... if you don't feel like so, don't read it, wait until tomorrow's poem is up. Period.
A book made from the dead and the risenTwelve representatives shall free the prisonKnowing that the leader will failBlooding the precious golden chain mailCourageous all of them shall beFriendship and love they shall agreeThrough the forgotten world to the MazeWalk through the melody of the daysInto the embrace of the deadly ‘other’To find the only lovely motherAnd set foot on the darkest dream of anotherOne could be lostTwo might be frostThree may be the costFour well being tossedThe last who stands the ground could end the fightSending the last song at the first lightAll lost should be regainedAnd the wrong be chainedAnd the good be revivedThough some might not surviveThe burst of the mightAnd the end of the nightBut in the endFate as well might be blend
August 10
Poetry Name: A Time to Talk
Author: Robert Frost
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed
And shout from where I am "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground
Blade-end up and five feet tall
And plod; I got up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit
August 10
Poetry Name: If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
Author: Emily Dickinson
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one life the aching
Or cool one pain
Or help one faintaing robin
Unto his nest again
I shall not live in vain
August 10
Poetry Name: Mother to Son
Author: Lanston Hughes
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair
It's had tacks in it
And splinters
And boards torn up
And places with no carpet on the floor-
Bare
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on
And reachin' landin's
And turnin' corners
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light
So, boy, don't you turn back
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it kinder hard
Don't uou fall now-
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin'
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
August 10
Poetry Name: This is Just to Say
Author: W. C. Williams
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
August 10
Poetry Name: The Trees
Author: Philip Larkin
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said
The recent buds relax and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullygrown thickness every May
Last year is dead, they seem to say
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh
August 10
Poetry Name: To My Son
Author: Margaret Johnson Griffin
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
Do you know that your soul is of my soul such part
That you seem to fibre and cord of my heart?
None other can pain me as you, dear, can do
None other can please me or praise me as you
Remember the world will be quick in its blame
If shadow or stain ever darken your name
"Like mother to son" is a saying so true
The world will judge largely of "Mother" by you
Be yours then the task, if task it shall be
To force the proud world to do homage to me
Be sure it will say when its verdit you've won
"She reaped as she sowed, Lo! this is her son"
August 10
Poetry Name: Trees
Author: Joyce Kilmer
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree
August 10
Poetry Name: The Arrow and the Song
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth, I knew not where
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight
I breathed a song into the air
It fell to earth, I knew not where
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end
I found again in the heart of a friend
August 11
Poetry Name: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Author: Robert Frost
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
Whose woods there are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wing and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep
August 11
Poetry Name: Fat is Not a Fairy Tale
Author: Jane Yolen
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
I am thinking of a fairy tale
Cinder Elephant
Sleeping Tubby
Snow Weight
Where the princess is not
Anorexic, wasp-waisted
Flinging herself down the stairs
I am thinking of a fairy tale
Hansel and Great
Repoundsel
Bounty and the Beast
Where the beauty
Has a pillow breast
And fingers plump as sausage
I am thinking of a fairy tale
That is not yet written
For a teller not yet born
For a listener not yet conceived
For a world not yet won
Where everything round is good
The sun, wheels, cookies, and the princesses.
August 11
Haiku Name: Watch Out!
Author: Issa
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
Out of the way, baby sparrow
Get out of the way!
The honorable Mr. Horse is coming!
August 11
Haiku Name: Wind and Leaves
Author: Soseki
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
O leaves, ask the wind
Which of you will be the first
To fall off
August 11
Haiku Name: The Fly
Author: Issa
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
Oh, don't swat that fly
He's wringing his hands
He's wringing his feet
August 11
Haiku Name: The Punny Frog
Author: Issa
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
Puny frog, keep fighting
Don't let yourself be beaten!
Issa is here to cheer you on!
August 11
Haiku Name: Poisonous Mushrooms
Author: Issa
From: My Language Arts Poetry notebook
It can kill you
This kind of mushrooms
Though it does look pretty
August 12
Poem Name: ------------ (It doesn't have one yet)
Author: Me
From: One of the mangas I once tried to draw with no success. I know it turn out horrible, but, c'mon, give me a break, I wrote it when I was nine!
The night is deep blue,
With nightmares as clue,
Several nights with the moon, bright,
Magic, prestitions- guiding us with candle light.
Another life to spare,
Your best pal's one to care,
Both fighting for the same love,
One shall win and one forgive.
August 13
Poem Name: Find the Demigods
Author: Me
From: The same failure book where The Quest was written for. (The Quest, see poem entry at August 9)
Our life-or-death Quest is createdWell, this is somewhat relatedTo succeed, you shall findThe twelve that will help without whine
The First is obviously a great leaderForce, imagination, and power will not witherThe Second will be the source of the unionKind, nice, and proven for the next reunionThe Third should be a fighter at the waterRight with him, there and then, demons will face their slaughter
The Fourth will be one among the best warriorWho’s patient, which is the strangest behaviorThe Fifth is the cleverest and wisestIn charge of looking out the path, the clearestThe Sixth is a very hard workerNever giving up in searching further
The Seventh is a well known HunterGood in the wild, at the pursue, who will never die of hungerThe Eighth is one who cares and radiates lightWho will cure and cheer you up every day and nightThe Ninth bears the best good looksLoving to flirt but hating books
The Tenth could be wise and niceOnly if it wasn’t mischief that’s done for a priceThe Eleventh holds the worst ceasing drinkBut his power is great: to dissolve in a blinkThe Twelfth is the most colorfulThe weather ‘round will always be wonderful
As told, whatever, it could be doneThis twelve demigods’ life string shall be spunAfterwards, new friends, just like old, will meet againTo see laughter at the faces of those lost and gain
The twelve meet all like lost kids at the Forgotten PlaceAnd the gods should give their best embraceTo their children, before they partAnd the life changing Quest to start
