I'm taking a Poetry class this semester...

[PTGigi]

I'm taking a Poetry class this semester so have some poetry I guess. I don't write poetry outside of class fyi but hey, might as well share what I wrote. Be forewarned that my titles are pretty bland. |D Also, I'm required to write at least 2 poems a week so I'll be updating this every now and then. If I half-heartily wrote something just to get an assignment out of the way (as sometimes happens) I probably won't post it. *shrugs*

River Goddess

Spoiler:

Water flowed under the motionless river.
Ethereal birds chirped from an unseen wilderness.
A faint whisper of music beckoned the scene forward.
The painted heron bowed and lent his wing to the goddess,
But she merely gazed vacantly through the canvas,
Pondering her empty display.
Her stern beauty bestowed her much praise,
But was she to be loved?
The masses adored her,
Asked for her when she thought she was not wanted.
But here her blood was too rich,
Too reminiscent of the fleeting ideal.
She knew deep within she was born of beauty not fit for this world.

Alley

Spoiler:

Dark leather stained red
Twitching nails click

Eyes gleam
Teeth snap

Target spotted
A young fowl

Eyes dart
Color fades

Gargoyle perched above
The beast howls

Breath panics
Feet move

Bladed wings mask light
Talons hold prey

Heart races
Voice pleads

Blade kisses her neck
A puddle of wine

Light snaps
Proof earned

Freed from regret
Beastly smile smirks

Fearful bird clutches feathers
Tears mix with gathered lie

Vivid Aurora

Spoiler:

Vivid wisps dancing high in the morning air,
Incandescent scales tossing specks of sun to wind.
Regal beasts alight the mortal earth,
Gently peeling away the humdrum and monotony.
Incompatible with the machines of old,
Nether beings resisting freedom skies' rain.
Imagine if they painted clouds today,
Auroras tinting physical domains.

White Stag

Spoiler:

The freezing wind trots down from the north,
Hooves quietly clipping atop an icy course.
The dawn hisses, trapped in the ice below.
While the frozen dewdrops speckle him so.
Ahead, a sugary temptress lies in guard.
Betula lenta, that sweet birch garden.
Here the stag sings his ultimate song,
Blessing her crown to remain strong.
But she whispered to the traitor,
So the raven may sing his song.

Bang.

White no more,
The red stag cries.
Once and forever, a lie.

Drowning in Fog

Spoiler:

Drowning in fog,
shapes in clouding vision greying.

Gasping for water,
piscine displacement unheeded.

Chained to reeds,
who lap at clear mountain springs.

A quiet inquiry,
met with laughter’s chastening whip.

Scarred and battered,
glistening wounds cry of shame.

Sight has fled,
sunlight seeps into every crack.

Sated take leave,
prey tries to disappear inside.

Prize is safe,
hides hope beneath tomorrow.

Black|White

Spoiler:

Black King Black: Just Judge of Execution. Bishops Black: Spirited as Summer Fields, White as the Ethereal Stag. Rooks Black: Herbal Medic of Decay, Eager Executioner of Life. Knights Black: The Silver Warhorse, Harmonizer of Company Effort.

White White Queen: Guardian of Eternal Mortality. White Bishops: Free as Northern Winds, Black as the Oceanic Depths. White Rooks: Cultivator of Barren Realms, Slayer of Tarnished Mortality. White Knights: The Thunderous Charger, Flaming Bloom of Individuality.

Forgotten Memories

Spoiler:

Memories forgotten, return to me.
As vivid movies
given new life on anniversary,
filled with colorful faces.
Not archaic grey slides
plagued by locust,
treated by haphazard handlers.
Forgotten memories, come back anew.

Dawn

Spoiler:

On horizon Dawn’s ruby steed glimmers.
Warmth grows as the fiery stallion ascends,
Amber winds carry a welcoming whinny.
Citrus flowers speckle the fields he passes,
While a sea of green tickles his underbelly.
Mint tides shift as sky darkens.
Early night as aqua drops descend,
Each beat sends cobalt sparkles asunder.
Now sky submerges into twilight dream,
As amethyst clouds clothe naked stars.
On horizon Night’s pale Mare graciously awaits.


Rainbow version too because I couldn't help myself XD

Spoiler:

On horizon Dawn’s ruby steed glimmers.
Warmth grows as the fiery stallion ascends,
Amber winds carry a welcoming whinny.
Citrus flowers speckle the fields he passes,
While a sea of green tickles his underbelly.
Mint tides shift as sky darkens.
Early night as aqua drops descend,
Each beat sends cobalt sparkles asunder.
Now sky submerges into twilight dream,
As amethyst clouds clothe naked stars.
On horizon Night’s pale Mare graciously awaits.

Elements (aka writing a poem inspired by Pokemon types XD)

Spoiler:

The trinity of life:
Fire,
Water,
Earth.
Heralding new beginnings.

Water vast, like
clear stream
or ocean deep.
Sometimes frozen,
never inanimate.

Fire uplifting, like
the hearts of
samurai.
Kindled spirit
ever undying.

Earth grounding, like
green limbs reaching
above,
roots hold
soil below.

The trinity of death:
Air,
Myth,
Death itself.
Closing torn curtain.

Air fickle, like
psychokinesis.
Tossing winged beast
and plague
on swift wind.

Myth taunting, like
dreams of fairies,
regal dragons with
breath of storm,
or wishes never answered.

Death lasting, like
hollow wrappings,
decayed.
Seeping skyward
under pale moon blossom.

Lyrics

Spoiler:

The lyrics jumbling in head above
cloud petals, covering wisp cottony fields
of dewdrop candy: white, blue, purple, pink.
Or maybe green swell, ocean dancing but
whispering, begging, wanting order, yes?

Creator

Spoiler:

Great creator with gifted hand
Craft carefully to final drop
Canvas turn to bountiful land
Until come full stop
And spoke while stand
“I forgot that one prop”

Keep Moving

Spoiler:

Forward he moves
Frost burrows into solemn cracks
Releasing blood from internal slumber
Drawn ahead by starry skies now bathed in cloud
Who watch destiny reeling in a fickle skeleton

Forward he moves
Vision wrapped in white like clouds
Breaking for but a moment
Revealing shattered light
Dropping to harsh tundra

Forward he moves
Curious but an understatement
As he reaches broken nest
Of cracked ice, earth, and light
Smashed egg of starborn lies below

Forward he moves
Cautious of this never-seen
A hand to steady the injured
But star bodies are not broken
Only pure heart can be corrupted

Away he moves
Fight or flight choose flight
Infested monster of heaven’s darkness
Gifting plague like Pestilence
Seeding death to those who meet

Away he moves
Unknowingly cursed
Riding borrowed pale horse
A hand to steady the injured
Breaking bodies all around

Livestock

Spoiler:

I’m a chicken,

White unkempt feathers contrast your best attire.

Gold adornments turn yellow at first sight.

I’m a cow,

Soulless eyes glaze upon verdant salad.

Aimless wanderings bring no sustenance.

I’m a pig,

Muddy mess treading over golden crop.

Waddling about for scavenged scraps.

I’m a sheep,

Dirty graphite below silky diamond.

Just another cloud pulled by sky’s wind.

I Wanted to Draw

Spoiler:

I wanted to draw Wednesday,

So I did just that.

A ruby hearted warrior of life (and death)

A white prince cast from society

A black masculine manly-man (in a dress)

A yellow heroine whose name is secret.

I wanted to draw Thursday,

But Death came to me.

He has a cool horse, cool like a corpse’s pun

Though sometimes he doesn’t listen

I ask him to jump but he falls

Then he respawns, since he doesn’t die.

I wanted to draw Friday,

But someone else wanted to.

I like watching other people draw

But I wasn’t the only one to gather

Like a river others poured in

I should stream my art more.

I wanted to draw Saturday,

But freedom called me.

I told myself I wouldn’t let it

Free isn’t free in a room walled with money

For the low-low price of free I waited

At least I can play without pay.

I wanted to draw Sunday,

But poetry needs words.

I could have written sooner

But the words enter when they please

Though poetry is an art form

I still want to draw.

I wanted to draw now,

So I wrote this poem.

While words are fun to spin

I’m done with this poem now

Which means my time is free

So I’ll go draw now.

Keep Running

Spoiler:

Fear demonic beast unbound,
Now released from binding chain.
Keep running, don’t turn around.

Chained talon of chimera hound,
No longer forced to remain.
Fear demonic beast unbound.

Once thought cut to ground.
Tortured soul full of pain.
Keep running, don’t turn around.

Past hurt more than present wound,
Memories vivid as bitter stain.
Fear demonic beast unbound.

Bodies falling all around,
Terraformed into lifeless domain.
Keep running, don’t turn around.

Crimson eyes track down
Those deeded best slain.
Fear demonic beast unbound.
Keep running, don’t turn around.

I Need to Play

Spoiler:

I need to play…

…beyond farthest land,

to open her box and find hope

after monsters have been slain.

…above sullied ground,

free to breathe polluted air,

dreaming of the untainted past.

…across scattered realms,

when neither Angel nor Demon is right,

and family is gone but all that is left.

…among the glittering stars,

where all is nearly lost,

but hollowed soldier will see it through.

[PTGigi]

Thought I posted this but I guess I didn't XD Added "White Stag" to the main post:

White Stag
The freezing wind trots down from the north,
Hooves quietly clipping atop an icy course.
The dawn hisses, trapped in the ice below.
While the frozen dewdrops speckle him so.
Ahead, a sugary temptress lies in guard.
Betula lenta, that sweet birch garden.
Here the stag sings his ultimate song,
Blessing her crown to remain strong.
But she whispered to the traitor,
So the raven may sing his song.

Bang.

White no more,
The red stag cries.
Once and forever, a lie.

[PTGigi]

More poems~

Drowning in Fog
Drowning in fog,
shapes in clouding vision greying.

Gasping for water,
piscine displacement unheeded.

Chained to reeds,
who lap at clear mountain springs.

A quiet inquiry,
met with laughter’s chastening whip.

Scarred and battered,
glistening wounds cry of shame.

Sight has fled,
sunlight seeps into every crack.

Sated take leave,
prey tries to disappear inside.

Prize is safe,
hides hope beneath tomorrow.

---

Black King Black: Just Judge of Execution. Bishops Black: Spirited as Summer Fields, White as the Ethereal Stag. Rooks Black: Herbal Medic of Decay, Eager Executioner of Life. Knights Black: The Silver Warhorse, Harmonizer of Company Effort.

White White Queen: Guardian of Eternal Mortality. White Bishops: Free as Northern Winds, Black as the Oceanic Depths. White Rooks: Cultivator of Barren Realms, Slayer of Tarnished Mortality. White Knights: The Thunderous Charger, Flaming Bloom of Individuality.

[PTGigi]

Back again with two more poems. /o/

Forgotten Memories

Memories forgotten, return to me.
As vivid movies
given new life on anniversary,
filled with colorful faces.
Not archaic grey slides
plagued by locust,
treated by haphazard handlers.
Forgotten memories, come back anew.

---

Dawn

On horizon Dawn’s ruby steed glimmers.
Warmth grows as the fiery stallion ascends,
Amber winds carry a welcoming whinny.
Citrus flowers speckle the fields he passes,
While a sea of green tickles his underbelly.
Mint tides shift as sky darkens.
Early night as aqua drops descend,
Each beat sends cobalt sparkles asunder.
Now sky submerges into twilight dream,
As amethyst clouds clothe naked stars.
On horizon Night’s pale Mare graciously awaits.


Rainbow version too because I couldn't help myself XD

Spoiler:

On horizon Dawn’s ruby steed glimmers.
Warmth grows as the fiery stallion ascends,
Amber winds carry a welcoming whinny.
Citrus flowers speckle the fields he passes,
While a sea of green tickles his underbelly.
Mint tides shift as sky darkens.
Early night as aqua drops descend,
Each beat sends cobalt sparkles asunder.
Now sky submerges into twilight dream,
As amethyst clouds clothe naked stars.
On horizon Night’s pale Mare graciously awaits.

[Ganyu]

I really love Dawn. The imagery was beautiful and the metaphor of the horses to associate the different skies was very creative. :) The rainbow version was an elegant touch too - every line had its own colour. I'm not quite familiar with column poetry but I was fond of Black // White, perhaps due to the controlling metaphor of chess. XD I liked how you juxtaposed each idea in each line, and how they were not obviously associated to their respective colours.

[PTGigi]

I really love Dawn. The imagery was beautiful and the metaphor of the horses to associate the different skies was very creative. :) The rainbow version was an elegant touch too - every line had its own colour. I'm not quite familiar with column poetry but I was fond of Black // White, perhaps due to the controlling metaphor of chess. XD I liked how you juxtaposed each idea in each line, and how they were not obviously associated to their respective colours.

Thank you very much! :D

[PTGigi]

More stuff <3

Elements (aka writing a poem inspired by Pokemon types XD)
The trinity of life:
Fire,
Water,
Earth.
Heralding new beginnings.

Water vast, like
clear stream
or ocean deep.
Sometimes frozen,
never inanimate.

Fire uplifting, like
the hearts of
samurai.
Kindled spirit
ever undying.

Earth grounding, like
green limbs reaching
above,
roots hold
soil below.

The trinity of death:
Air,
Myth,
Death itself.
Closing torn curtain.

Air fickle, like
psychokinesis.
Tossing winged beast
and plague
on swift wind.

Myth taunting, like
dreams of fairies,
regal dragons with
breath of storm,
or wishes never answered.

Death lasting, like
hollow wrappings,
decayed.
Seeping skyward
under pale moon blossom.

---

Lyrics

The lyrics jumbling in head above
cloud petals, covering wisp cottony fields
of dewdrop candy: white, blue, purple, pink.
Or maybe green swell, ocean dancing but
whispering, begging, wanting order, yes?

[Suicune's Fire]

Cool. C: I read them all and they're all pretty good! I personally enjoyed White Stag and Dawn the most. How are you finding the poetry class? What are the sorts of things you have to do? Stick to themes sometimes; writing in differing styles occasionally?

Keep up the awesome work. 8D You're a very creative person.

[PTGigi]

Thank you!

Honestly, I've always been neutral on poetry. I really only took the class because I'm going for a Creative Writing Immersion and the classes I wanted to take (Fiction Workshop and Game Based Writing Workshop (or something like that)) either were focused on something I didn't want to write on (playwriting) or filled up really quickly D: That being said, I've been enjoying poetry very much this semester C: Basically for each week we have to write two poems. One that is in a specified form and one that can be freeform or in any form. But the actually theme or subject can be whatever you want which is nice C:

I forgot the post the past couple weeks, whoops XD Here's some more!

Creator

Great creator with gifted hand
Craft carefully to final drop
Canvas turn to bountiful land
Until come full stop
And spoke while stand
“I forgot that one prop”

---

Keep Moving

Forward he moves
Frost burrows into solemn cracks
Releasing blood from internal slumber
Drawn ahead by starry skies now bathed in cloud
Who watch destiny reeling in a fickle skeleton

Forward he moves
Vision wrapped in white like clouds
Breaking for but a moment
Revealing shattered light
Dropping to harsh tundra

Forward he moves
Curious but an understatement
As he reaches broken nest
Of cracked ice, earth, and light
Smashed egg of starborn lies below

Forward he moves
Cautious of this never-seen
A hand to steady the injured
But star bodies are not broken
Only pure heart can be corrupted

Away he moves
Fight or flight choose flight
Infested monster of heaven’s darkness
Gifting plague like Pestilence
Seeding death to those who meet

Away he moves
Unknowingly cursed
Riding borrowed pale horse
A hand to steady the injured
Breaking bodies all around

---

Livestock

I’m a chicken,

White unkempt feathers contrast your best attire.

Gold adornments turn yellow at first sight.

I’m a cow,

Soulless eyes glaze upon verdant salad.

Aimless wanderings bring no sustenance.

I’m a pig,

Muddy mess treading over golden crop.

Waddling about for scavenged scraps.

I’m a sheep,

Dirty graphite below silky diamond.

Just another cloud pulled by sky’s wind.

---

I Wanted to Draw

I wanted to draw Wednesday,

So I did just that.

A ruby hearted warrior of life (and death)

A white prince cast from society

A black masculine manly-man (in a dress)

A yellow heroine whose name is secret.

I wanted to draw Thursday,

But Death came to me.

He has a cool horse, cool like a corpse’s pun

Though sometimes he doesn’t listen

I ask him to jump but he falls

Then he respawns, since he doesn’t die.

I wanted to draw Friday,

But someone else wanted to.

I like watching other people draw

But I wasn’t the only one to gather

Like a river others poured in

I should stream my art more.

I wanted to draw Saturday,

But freedom called me.

I told myself I wouldn’t let it

Free isn’t free in a room walled with money

For the low-low price of free I waited

At least I can play without pay.

I wanted to draw Sunday,

But poetry needs words.

I could have written sooner

But the words enter when they please

Though poetry is an art form

I still want to draw.

I wanted to draw now,

So I wrote this poem.

While words are fun to spin

I’m done with this poem now

Which means my time is free

So I’ll go draw now.

[Ganyu]

Woo!! More poems! :D

I see two art forms within Creator: paint and theatre. It adds onto the religious underpinnings of the word 'Creator' itself. Nice touch. X3 I can't seem to wrap around what "Keep Moving" is about (but please don't tell me yet, I like to take time to figure what it's about first). I really loved Livestock; the portrayal of the animals carried a tone of diminishing. Especially loved the sheep's stanza. I Wanted to Draw sounds as if you wrote it out creative boredom. Is it a poem about having to write poetry despite not feeling inspired? XD Also, is that a RWBY reference in the first stanza? :d Thursday to Friday really sounds like a diary of what you'd do online; gaming and live-streaming. Wonder what happened with Monday and Tuesday though. ^^