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

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Random poem: Lost devil

I haven’t been through many hard/bad breakups, but based on the experiences I do have and what I hear of others, this poem is expressing something that I believe the girl could feel after the guy “reveals his true colors” or seemingly completely changes.

I didn’t really know what to do with my punctuation; rhythm is a little wonky too, so any tips/comments are welcome! 🙂

Picture from http://www.steveguttenbergart.com/, “A Changing Man”. 

 

Lost devil

Tears onto the carpet fall;

Memories I can’t recall,

Rush into my mind right now;

Inconvenience: take a bow.

 

My ceiling was that way before?

My memories can’t tell no more.

For when I looked up and not down,

My face made smiles in place of frowns.

 

I was blind, seeing delights:

Sunshine skies and starry nights.

Grief and sorrow had no room,

In my love-filled heart to bloom.

 

I guess that’s why, your change of heart,

Is nearly ripping mine apart.

Clinging to old silhouettes;

I can’t let go of us just yet.

 

The sky was beautiful that day;

Seeming like just yesterday.

You leaned across and stole a kiss,

The sun shone sweetly down with bliss.

 

And now, what’s there save for dismay?

Engulfing me, day after day.

If time heals all, it’s running late;

Crushing me with its still weight.

 

I don’t understand, please tell:

How… you could turn heaven to hell.

A moment was all that you took,

To change, with a last lingering look.

 

I won’t have it that you lied,

Wore a mask, put truth aside.

Songs and poems, people too;

Say that you showed the real you.

 

But blue as red can’t be disguised,

No matter how hard it tries.

A devil took you as his own,

Made you into the unknown.

 

Now you’re someone entirely new;

A person that I never knew.

Resurrection made you strange,

Susceptible to such change

 

You can lie, cheat- no more care,

Is found in you anywhere.

You remember things not true;

Your memory’s all askew.

 

I’m all alone with the truth;

The real us, trapped in youth.

It doesn’t match you anymore,

You’ll age, different from before.

 

You’re a man of a new kind;

The one that lives on in my mind.

Is just an abstract wish I’ve drawn;

Lost, in the real world forever gone.

 

Nature’s best teacher is past;

So I’ll make sure the knowledge lasts.

I’ll learn my lessons very well;

Won’t be put under your spell.

 

We’ll part, each to our own ways;

Our past, now a sweet dream’s haze.

Slowly fading, it wont last;

Draining empty my real past.

 

Perhaps there’ll come a time when,

The past might become future then.

We’ll meet once more, lost in time;

Like kids, but grown, paradise sublime.

 

But to be honest, I’d prefer;

My memories to stay a blur.

You’ve done enough, I don’t want more;

Relationships shouldn’t be a chore.

 

Finally, it’s all just history;

I’ll leave my “what if’s” a mystery.

And let us never meet again:

So go conspire with your men.

Poem Response #9

My Life

By:  Erin
Thinking back on my life, when I was a little child;
So outrageous and bubbly doing things that were wild.
Thinking back on my life, all those wonderful years;
Not a care in the world, no worries, no fears.
Thinking back on my life, all the advice I was told:
What a wonderful child, my parents hoped they would mold.
But as we all know, it’s not always what we dreamed;
Life gets harder, and to us it’s not always how it seemed.
There are two roads in life: the right one and wrong one;
The wrong one I chose and it seemed life was done.
But as time has went on, I had to agree;
I can do and be anything I want to achieve.
I have tried over and over and failed to succeed;
But I am a SOLDIER, that’s what I believe.
My LIFE is too precious to let it slip away;
I must try harder and harder each coming day.
One day soon, I’ll be All that I am;
How do I know you ask?
BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN!!!!

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/life-with-heroin

 

Main theme: Change

 

Date of reading: November 7th

 

My Response:

This is another poem about personal change. I believe that it has a very powerful tone to it, because it starts off talking about reminiscing on childhood, which gives a sense of sadness, because people often think back to the “bubbly” and innocent days when they feel they have lost that. So readers may anticipate a shift to a more melancholic tone in the middle of the poem, and indeed this happens, as the author starts to talk about how she did not become the “wonderful child” her parents hoped to make of her. As the readers are expecting and ready for this shift, they can empathize with it better and the end gradually builds up a very powerful voice, with the author exclaims that her target audience should just wait and see, because she WILL become someone extraordinary!

She puts several words in caps lock, which I feel is an attempt to accentuate those words and make people realize the importance of those key terms in her message. The final sentence is entirely in caps lock, making it seem more forceful, and more powerful.

Poem Response #8

Starting Over…

by: Unknown

I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
As the years go by and time fades away,
What used to be “good days” are now filled with dismay.
Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes,
And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
The life I want now, gets closer each day.
All I’ve ever wanted was something to live for,
I don’t want to be this little person anymore.
I’ve been basing my life upon what others think,
I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink.
I’ve fought to become who I am and what I want to be,
I have to remind myself that one day, I will be free.
Free from the rules I followed as a child,
When everything was a game and life was so mild.
Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair,
And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares.
It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me,
And what I think about the way some things should be.
I understand now, that I’m pretty much on my own,
And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known.
All the time, I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in,
And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen.
Soon I hope to find out who I am, and what I am meant to become,
I want to know where I’m going, I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/starting-over

Main Theme: Change

Date of reading: November 7th

My Response:

I think this poem is something almost anyone can relate to, because we all hardships and challenges in our lives, leading to personal change. This poem accentuates how delusions we may have about life can lead us to disappointment, or how life simply “isn’t fair” sometimes. Good people don’t get what they want, and bad people get a bigger share than they’d deserve. In this poem, the author talks mostly about who he/she is and who he/she wanted to be, and the disappointing realizations he/she made on his/her quest to find him/herself. There is a gradual shift from focusing on the past to focusing on the future; the poem starts off focusing on the past, as seen from her lines talking about years going by, and the “good days” that were in the past, and the days (tomorrows) just flying by. The first hint at the future comes in the lines “Around the corner, yet miles away, / The life I want now, gets closer each day.”, then the poem returns to the past until the lines “I have to remind myself that one day, I will be free.”. The past is then brought into focus again for the following two lines, and then the poem shifts into the present while the author talks about how times have changed and how she feels like no one cares. It stays focused on the present until the last two lines, where the shift to the future give the poem a sense of finality and completion.

I think this is a very good ending; it does not present a “solution” to the author’s troubles, but it generally helps people to stop bemoaning the past and instead look forwards to make a better future. As such, it does in a way give a resolution to the “story” of the poem (about the flow of time and changes that accompany it). At the beginning, it seems that the author is looking for a sense of continuity; an overlap of the past with the present, but then he/she decides to accept the present and try to make a change for the better in the future. In this way, the poem can also be about letting go (of the past).

Satire: What a wonderful world

Date written (finished): October 2nd

Target Audience: people in industrialized countries

Possible place of publication: a newspaper or journal

Inspiration: Jonathan Swift’s A Modest Proposal 

Goal: To employ satirical elements correctly to evoke emotions and realizations in readers that will lead to positive action

Satire: What a Wonderful World

It is apparent that our industrial world is becoming more and more developed by the day; but strangely, one thing that doesn’t seem to be progressing with it is our stress burden. I honestly can’t see where this is coming from. Our old lives used to be without the commodities to take care of, no schedules to keep up with, houses or cars to maintain, or bills to pay… just think how boring that must have been! There was nothing to gnaw our nails over, to tear our hair out for; people just lived with a greater sense of peace, dealing with only the basic and natural problems, and experiencing the world directly, with their nails still in good shape and their hair unmarred. Now, in our modern world, we have timetables and to-do lists, new technology to routinely update, money to save, items to buy, and meetings to make – all things that make life much more well spent and effectively a better quality than living with nature.

Of course, this improvement couldn’t have happened overnight. At some point, when we were still pretty much cave people, we started making basic tools to aid ourselves in everyday activities; hunting, gathering food, dealing with predators and socializing among ourselves- and then I suppose we got lazier and lazier, because we didn’t stop where we had enough, but we wanted even more. More space, more material, more attributes – that is all that matters, right? We built bigger villages, which grew to towns, then cities, then huge metropolises, and eventually to deal with all these necessities of survival we started making things like cars and schedules and electronics and newer and newer technology in general. And that’s not all! Today we also have the pleasure of maintaining a bunch of luxuries such as plumbing, electricity, air

conditioning and heating, water, grocery shopping for food and water, and of course travel vehicles, because somehow nature forgot to include these dearly needed items in its plan when it created the world. Then people created jobs so we could all partake in making money for these wonderful and life-necessary products in a fair and equal way, for everyone to share the same utilities based on what they deserve to gain.

Technology, starting out originally with a purpose of allowing us to discover and do more, eventually grew into something even better; selfish, personal entertainment. Computers are now so accessible, people have the luxury of staring at them all day instead of being out in the world and truly living their lives. Natural resources started being used to make items like plastic statues or cheap picture frames so that we have something easily breakable and of low-quality to clutter our shelves with – no one can argue with that these precious resources are put to a most optimal use.

Then at some point in this evolution, our planet started experiencing some ill-fated changes; in forms such as global warming and air or water pollution, not to mention the bizarre and unexplainable evolvements such as the poor and starving in Africa – and we humans in developed countries are so kind, we make a fleeting effort to help stop these problems, sometimes. We make posters to hang up on the walls, donate a few coins to charity, make some tearful speeches about how our planet and species are suffering; and that is just such a big help that we may then feel guilt-free to toss it out of our heads and stop worrying about it. After all, if the problem is out of sight, it can’t really be that big of a deal.

Some are saying that perhaps we can stop our production of useless knickknacks and toys that fall apart after one use as well as our development of products for our almost overwhelmed

sense of entertainment, to focus our energy and resources on helping these tortured souls. Seriously, what kidders. It is perfectly reasonable for richer people in developed countries to worry about what flavor of ice cream to get, and what brand of shirt to buy, rather than give a care about whether or not people across the seas even have anything to eat or wear. In fact, it’s what a lot of North America has been doing all these years.

Even if a few polar ice caps are melting and a couple wild animal species may be dying off, what really matters is that we are able to use factories to mass produce all these things to fill up our houses, because wouldn’t they look so devastatingly empty without them? Another thing: cars, even if they may emit some ominous looking clouds into the sky, are just so much better for us to use than our own feet, even if the bus stop is just beside our house and it’s effectively a 5 minute walk- who still uses their legs? It’s so “yesterday”.

So it’s perfectly okay for us to leave our TV babbling in the living room when we’re not there and the light on in our bedroom when we’re not there, because the house would be so much happier and less lonely without it, and the ghosts that secretly inhabit our homes would really enjoy it too. Besides, it’s not like these things are in any way related to any of the fore-said problems, so who are we to worry about them anyways? Those third world and planetary issues only deserve so much of our care.

Any stress that exists in our world, whether it be on our planet or on those fabled starving kids or people at war, is not anywhere close to the importance of our further comfort materialistic evolution, and our most beloved philosophy: “Don’t worry: just have fun!”

And I must say, we have developed our world wonderfully over the centuries. We have everything we need; we have built ourselves a vast realm of huge metropolises, vehicles,

schedules, timetables, to-do lists, bills, jobs, shopping, maintaining fixing, planning, and remembering – strangely, some people find this too much to deal with. I guess it could be possible to try to change our consumerism so it causes us less anxiety and helps those fabled starving children too… But no need, society has solved these problems that it itself has made with even better solutions; people can now spend even more money and time on de-stressing things such as aromatherapy, yoga, dance, spas, exercise, massages, electronic agendas, and more new and improved technology, because that is the most important thing people need in our world.

The previous solutions are just so much better than trying to revert back to our old ways (or find a compromise for all), so it makes perfect sense to try to solve a problem with the same things that caused it in the first place. Let there be no doubt; the planet is there just to serve us and be at our disposal. It’s not like we need to take care of it to survive. If it is having environmental problems, well that is just its problem, too bad so sad, because we are the supreme beings that deserve to exploit everything else.

In conclusion, and taking a look at everything in retrospect, I can say I am truly happy and grateful for where we have gotten ourselves and other living beings in society. Everyone, give yourselves a nice pat on the back!