Pantoum – Magical Disarray

This is by far the weirdest form of poem I have written, or encountered. It sounds lovely once you finish, but the process of trying to structure phrases so they’re logically chained together yet repeated in the given format is just… exhausting -.-.

Nonetheless, I kind of like these poems. So here’s mine:

 

Magical disarray

The wizard walks the golden road;

A red toad quickly hops on through

The white flakes that last night had snowed

And made the purple ground turn blue.

 

A red toad quickly hops on through

A shallow pond, sparkling so bright

Just as the purple ground turns blue

And day exchanges skies with night.

 

A shallow pond, sparkling so bright

Lies on the ground, swarming with newts.

The day exchanges skies with night;

Inside his tree, the owl hoots

 

Down on the ground, swarming with newts,

Through soft grass, flowers slowly climb.

Inside his tree, the owl hoots;

An elf roams about, lost in time.

 

Through soft grass, flowers slowly climb;

A butterfly lands with a sigh.

An elf roams about, lost in time;

The afternoon ticks slowly by.

 

A butterfly lands with a sigh

On white flakes that last night had snowed.

As afternoon ticks slowly by

The wizard walks the golden road.

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Free Verse – Life is but what you make of it

Our lovely world

To look upon the world with watchful painters’ eyes

Is seeing subtle beauty that in all belies

Discern the colour in the purest black and white

And in sheer darkness, find the wistful hint of light

Each detail, typically just ignored and missed

Yet even so, persisting always to exist

And when revered and cherished, starts to beautify

The canvas of our mind’s perceptive memory

 

To listen to earth’s music with musician’s ears

Discovers symphonies in everything one hears

The patter of the rain, the clomp of horse’s feet

The sound waves where the harmony and nature meet

Each tone then echoes bravely through the atmosphere

Still even if there’s no one listening right here

But when it’s treated like a skillful work of art

It fills you all up, dancing sweetly with your heart

 

To inhale scents of earth, like with a baker’s nose

Delight in all the delicacies that it holds

From fresh air, flowers, all the way to pumpkin pies

Take note of the allurement that in them belies

The smallest things invariably mean the most,

Remarked barely enough to put their charm to boast

But you don’t have to let it pass you by, just look –

As carefully as possible, into life’s open book

 

You can’t hold life accountable for things that melt right through your mind

They’re seeping through the cracks, but you’re the one that left them all behind

Caress earth like a diety might, if you choose to find it then

There’s charm in all and everything, in any where or what or when

Disputing over happiness is meaningless, just apropos

For those who choose to bring it with them, have it everywhere they go

So carpe diem, soak your curiosity up with life’s flair

To open your eyes to the wonders, and create dreams in thin air

Sadness

This is becoming an addicting habit; writing about everything :F

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This is a poem I put together in about five minutes when I couldn’t concentrate on my work:

Verses pour onto the page

But with no continuation.

They are shreds, like torn up poems,

Not able to be put together.

Unmatchable, undissipatable.

Floating around: grey clouds on a stormy day;

I guess I don’t really have anything to say.

I can’t really think of a title… so I’ll just call it sadness.

A Ballroom Ballad (updated)

For those subscribed, I know I posted this already, but I needed to make a few adjustments to make it more a ballad, hehe. (Namely with repetition – I hope it doesn’t drone on now :S) Here is my revised version!

Please leave feedback 🙂

 

A Ballroom Ballad

A shiny, wooden table stretches wide across the room;
The window shutters closed, the mood’s immersed deeply in gloom.
The polished floor is waiting, the bright streamers are in full bloom;
Incense sticks emanate the soft scent of perfume.

It mixes with the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

Everything is waiting for the guests of honor to arrive;
Awaken this still standing scene, make the atmosphere alive.
Here they come now, elegantly stepping down the stairs;
Entering the room, stirring the sweet scented air.

The chatter’s starting up, and finally the fun begins;
The children follow in, adorned with cute childish grins.
Bows and ribbons in their hair, shyly clutching their mom’s dress;
Glancing curiously about, trying not to make a mess.

They gather under the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

The table fills, getting heavy with bowls warm and cold;
Tummies rumble for the delicacies that they hold.
But all the pastries and hors d’oeuvres arranged on shiny plates;
Are left untouched for now, as dinner starts only at eight.

The music springs a melody, and feet fill in the beat;
Songs mingle with laughter, carrying all through the street.
Children skip around the room and everyone will dance and sing;
A celebration with no reason, just to mark the start of spring.

They mingle with the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

Dress shoes and tall high heels clack over the floor;
Silk and satin pleats give final touch to the decor.
They wave around, brushing on the dark tuxedo suits;
A sharp contrast of bright and black, but pleasant without dispute.

Bodies glide around, everyone in moving synchrony;
Heads bow humbly down, homaging the cordial symphony.
Jewelled beads adorn their necks, making smiles shine;
They circulate the room: the night will surely be divine.

They dance beneath the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

The evening moves on, and the time comes at last
For the guests to settle down, for dancing time has passed.
Each one takes a chair, the din slowly dies down;
The food and drinks get quickly passed all around.

Plates are heaped full, stomachs slowly fill as well;
The food is so inviting: a delicious, lovely smell.
Not one person there has hunger that they cannot quell;
The night has arrived, the room under its twinkling spell.

They sit below the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

The night grows old, at last the guests begin to take their leave;
The mood still remains joyous, like that of Christmas Eve.
Saying their goodbyes, their dancing feet still sore,
They collect their coats and slowly stream out the front door.

The table now stands bare again, but it’s lonely no more;
For holding this feast was for it far from a chore.
The happy mood did well to quench its own hunger too,
While all around it, sparklers and confetti flew.

Alone now with the rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

There’s not much disorder, but cleaning’s left for the next day;
The owners are dog-tired – there is nothing left to say.
The day was a success, and the night now serves to rest;
The shining moon and soothing farewells leave them feeling blessed.

Noise drifts off to silence: the bustle ended, so it seems;
But through the night, the happiness lives on in peoples dreams
The table stands still, wishing that it too could smile
It knows the calm won’t last; there will be more parties in a while.

Covered with sweet rose petals, as down they calmly fall;
Softly settling down, collecting in the party hall.
From the ceiling chandeliers, rippling to the floor;
Spiraling the room, a gentle albeit short-lived soar.

 

 

 

Note: I know the repetition taken literally isn’t fully logical, because well then the room would have to be full of rose petals, but I was just trying to carry out a sense of calmness and beauty and elegance throughout the whole poem.

Sonnet: Love, lost in time

This is the sonnet version of “Love, lost in time” (Petrarchan format). Man, this took a long time to construct 0_o I think I’ve really warmed up to sonnets though. I’m starting to use the rhythm in other normal poems too 😀

Please give feedback!

Love, Lost in Time

The tale of us has turned to just a scrawl;

And withered and decayed right to its core.

I want us back the way we were before;

But even that I can’t seem to recall.

Please tell me, what is love if this is all?

Of interest and charm there should be more.

Inertia turned excitement to a bore;

Adventure all but slowed down to a crawl.

I know something must give, this can’t go on;

But I’m afraid to do it on my own,

And I can’t just will us to grow sublime.

Nothing will change unless you move a pawn,

So maybe my courage has yet to grow;

Till then, our love is somewhere stuck in time.

My sonnet’s echo: Lost in Time

Maybe I’m watching too many romantic dramas, but the biggest source of inspiration I have now are hardships in relationships -.-. I was writing a sonnet this morning, and this is a more complex version of it I put together from all the brainstorming ideas and scraps I had written down; it feels like a much more complete poem than the sonnet, even if it doesn’t follow the criteria.

Love, lost in time

The tale of us, when read, might just appal

Because, somehow, it’s turned into a scrawl

We’ve withered and decayed right to our core

I want it back: the tale afore it tore

But now I can’t recall it anymore

…What was even there, back then, before?

Please tell me, what is love, if this is all?

Adventure all but slowed down to a crawl

Of interest and charm there should be more

Inertia turned excitement to a bore

What first was fun and new is now a chore

I want a change to open a new door.

Moreover, what are we, if this is it?

We did have some good days I must admit;

But always shadowed by a sense of drag.

The voice in my head just won’t stop to nag.

I keep thinking more love will somehow spawn

But something of nothing cannot be drawn

To tears and fights relationships are prone

But ours more than any you’d have known

And slowly on me it’s starting to dawn

That hope for us may be forever gone

Still I can’t get myself to just let go

Maybe it’s better off, but I won’t know

I know something must give, this can’t go on;

Nothing will change unless you move a pawn.

But I’m afraid to do it on my own;

My courage maybe isn’t yet full grown.

Yet I can’t just will us to turn sublime:

For now, our love is somewhere lost in time.

Another random poem: Temptation

This one is also sort of about relationships; meaning to express what it’s like if you keep convincing yourself that your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend is something that they are not, and then getting hurt or disappointed every time they prove to be different than what you wish. But, I suppose it could also be applied to other situations of deluding oneself.

Again, please give me feedback if you have any ideas for improvement 🙂

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Temptation

Temptation,

Like a sweet truffle-drizzled cream puff

So hard to resist,

So hard to remember

that you’re not really what you seem.

Delusion;

That’s what it really is

Imagining how sweet and nourishing you are

Because I want you to be,

And turn blind on what really is,

Yet reality will not comply.

Despair;

That’s what I will feel

If I keep fooling myself,

It hurts to let go of you

But it will hurt more to keep holding on.

Acceptance;

The consequences come

No matter what I make myself believe.

Effort and time won’t change

That there is discord

Between truth and desire.