An assemblage of 15 poems
Syntax Poem: He was my favorite part about Argentina
Very romantic, after waking up
and making breakfast for his wife, he died
in his house, in his bed, next to his wife.
He made a good family, he made
my mom
My great great grandma died the same way,
watching television after eating breakfast, Nono used to joke
she must have not felt bad if she finished her whole breakfast
My great grandma died the same way too.
He was my favorite part about Argentina
he died on the same month he was born, always an intentional man,
he would’ve been 84
Last was the time I saw him smile
Beware the ides of march
Mom was born on the 1st of march, Nono on the 27th.
March is a month of life and death
what is stronger love or grief?
My dog died a terrible long slow death,
around this time
a man jumped off a bridge today – Who gets the good deaths
who gets the bad deaths
Men don’t cry a lot
But my grandpa made
Everyone cry
The tissue took in my four streaks of water
and drew a beautiful picture
I blew into it with my snotty nose.
My mom told me the rest is silence
My mom said lots of things
Imagist Poem: Memory
Little black lines for legs,
Ladybug walking on the rim of a plastic cup.
Plastic cup used, stained lipstick, sharp edges;
Mango mimosa inside.
A drink to cheer.
Green grass holds the cup,
Itchy, but ticklish.
Ladybug trapezes.
No laughs heard now,
Echoes of past sunsets.
Ekphrastic: Erwin’s Pond
A mirror, to figure
how tall you’ve become.
Fluffy clouds sitting close, they taste full of hope.
Tranquil, and still.
Time sloshes, tossing the lily pads.
One world seen above,
Is another hidden
under.
The trees may dare,
to imagine more.
The water could too.
List Poem: Well Look Who It Is
I wash my face
And brush my hair
And Slip into my soft pyjams.
I jump into my silky sheets
Then turn on my sleek water beats.
And then I sigh and look up high,
At the ceiling fan moving fast.
I close my eyes and invite rest
And then I feel my absolute best.
But then, I hear a soft snarl.
And so I shift my sleeping masks two inches,
To see a tiny peek
into what is in my room;
And there,
Is the monster who’s been
Hiding for years,
But finally decides to show up tonight.
Narrative Poem: Checkmate
‘Tea Time’ her mother tells her.
Outside is darkening, turning to a new day
Looking at the moon, seeping
Into the kitchen, touching the red polished clock,
above the mantle
And above the warmth of the fire.
But honestly, tea time was anytime.
She arises from her study,
Her Shakespeare drawing assignment halted.
She and her mother
were the only ones home. The Shard must look dazzling now, she wondered.
The dry air settled in the large expanse of land,
Settling on top of the clay mud that made the walk to the village.
What could that have been?
Shaking off the haze, as the inkukhu cried for the sun
To rise.
He stretches his back and opens the gate for the inkomo to trot in the morning,
Then looking at the red orb shining the umbrella tree, holding the inkawa,
Above the creek.
In an hour, he’d have to walk to school.
But his mind wasn’t on the homework left undone.
It was on the upcoming chess match.
What could that have been?
She settles in her bottom bunk,
Unsure whether it was a calling, or an illusion.
She could not be distracted tonight,
For in a week, she’d battle her mind match.
It seems he was thinking the same thing.
Some say soulmates find each other,
before they even know
Each other.
Ode to My Car
Leather, that to me seems fake with its worn down, spotted
Attitude. Beautiful things,
Don’t ask for attention.
The navy blue alluring countless sailors,
Leaving yearning on the eyes of some, and envy on the lips of others.
Pristine windows, albeit recently cleaned.
Smooth bluetooth, even smoother driving experience,
Makes me feel like a luxury flyer in a private airline.
Elegance—eight years running.
Grace—bird pooped smeared away.
Excellence—stubborn mud stamped dog paws.
Audi, dear Audi,
How much I love you.
You somehow take in all the chaos of life,
And hold it in a sweet hug,
Your unconditional love,
Makes me want to be more like you.
Persona Poem: Ship Ashore
ROCK. I sit on.
Rumble, but from where?
I spin to the rust tinted side of beach.
Ship. Big.
Black flag. White skull.
Little men, away.
Man with big hat, shout “Arg!”
Man with big hat, has big knife.
Man with big hat, has big black boots.
I crawl on other side of ROCK.
Man with big hat, comes closer.
I pinch Man with big hat,
he holds hand in air an–
Syntax Poem: ill send u less than three if u send it back
No. don’t–
text first or show too much enthusiasm
is this cute this is ugly i dont like this side
stop i know we both want to say it
im protecting my heart
and
i guess im glad i am, but maybe third times the charm?
“hello
Hello”
wow this is nice why ive been overthinking everything
was that annoying i hate how i said this why did i say this
its not that deep grow up its fine
whats with u guys why aren’t you happy for me when I am for you.
this is fun
wait
this could be really fun
just be you
c u ltr bye <3
bye <3
Sestina Poem
When I opened up the door,
was I surprised to see a kitten!
It was snuggled up in a blanket,
made of pure wool and dreams!
I jumped up and down with joy,
kissing the kitten in its sweet little face.
The kitten purred and snoozed back into sweet dreams.
My heart overfilled with joy,
looking at this little angel who has graced my door.
Oh let me take that! I say unfurling the blanket,
and a big yawn escaped the cute kitten.
I held this doll up to my face and saw a streak of dried milk on its face.
I placed the kitten
before the fireplace to warm its cold face.
I saw the sparks of the fire jump with joy,
and I could practically feel the dreams
take the space of the room, pushing out the door.
Walking to the washer, I throw in the blanket.
My eyes glaze over and I myself fall into dreams–
I almost forgot that winter was biting at the door.
I hope its not getting too hot for the kitten,
I whisper to myself with joy.
The washtime is done and I dry the blanket.
I smell its fresh fragrance and push it to my face.
When I come back in the room I wrap the kitten with the blanket.
The kitten purrs and I am filled with joy.
What could be better than this? I hug the kitten
and its soft whiskers brush my face.
I fall into graceful, gentle dreams,
but am suddenly jerked awake when knocks come from the door.
I place the kitten down, and walk to the door.
Who could be here at this hour, and ruin my joy?
I turn the knob and was I surprised to see another kitten!
This one larger, probably its mother, or is this another of my dreams?
I hold her up to my face,
but she doesn’t come with a blanket.
I suddenly smell burning,
I turn my face,
and see the kitten has been cooked!
Everyday Poem: Morning Coffee
The first time was bitter,
and gross, I made a face. I wanted to throw the cup away.
But my dad had woken up early just to bid me farewell,
and as a parting gift, thought the brown liquid would energize me
through my classes.
The second time was only a bit better,
and I didn’t feel as guilty of not liking it.
The third time was more enjoyable,
and I actually finished the whole cup.
The recipe has changed, but the chef locks the new ingredient
away in his safe.
Now, I drink the youth-serum with glee
and he smiles a big smile,
content.
The secret is honey.
Triolet: Swim Day
Woman tanning, out in the sun melting into bronze
Drinking away the salty air
Earbuds shut, only hearing sweet tunes, dreaming of swans.
Woman tanning, out in the sun turning into bronze
Turns to the side with a clear mind like a bonze
Unaware of the tsunami and the scares
Woman tanning, out in the sun melting into bronze,
Drinking away the salty air.
Haiku: You
Duck feet paddling,
Watermelon breath lingers
I remember you.
Ekphrastic Poem: The Kiss
The Kiss,
Truest form, and uncloaked,
Sneakers on the tile floor, squeaking
Golden love,
On the edge, cloaked in gold,
Can some things truly stay golden?
The Kiss, a never ending dream.
Syntax Poem: SLEEP
I am exhausted and tiredand honestly feel a little lslt
i feel so overwhpemed in life i dont even want to correct my grammra
Truly life will kick you un the butt
March oh march you sneaky little month you are truly amazzing@
I am exhausted bye bye gooonight
Persona: The Rabbit on the Run
Times ticking, off we go!
We can’t even squeeze in another idea, or else it might slip away
Run, run, run!
Off we go to wonderland, or is it neverland?
Oh whoops seems I got the wrong story
But I’ve got no time to stop!
I must be on the go go go!
Too late, too soon, too now!
Off we go, on the Run
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