Poetry: Praise

Usually, my poetry attempts¬†don’t fit any particular form, but today I’ve written an attempt at a limerick. I guess it was just time to shake things up and challenge myself in a different way.

I scroll through my feed.
Makes no sense to me.
One praises the same
That on the other is blame.
Gender, the only difference to see.

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Poetry: Noise

Same comments as always with these, I’m not entirely sure what this is, and it’s more me playing around than anything else.

Strings dragging across strings,
His face scrunches.
It’s that or covering his ears.

Rude of him as that’d be,
It’s tempting.

A concert was what he’d come to see
To hear.
Instead, he had noise.

Noise without flow.
Everything thrown out at random.

Poetry: The Moon

As always, I don’t claim that this is good. Actually, I wrote this a while ago, and I hardly remember even writing it if I’m honest.

Large and round in the sky
Rock and Rock
They’re both the same

Yet one teaming with life
The other not
Forced to spin as a lesser
All its existence

Always inadequate
But never alone

Poetry: Watch

Reminder that I know how terrible this is, but any advice is welcome. This one, actually, is particularly bad. It’s not even really poetry. I sat down to write and just couldn’t. This was the result. I’m going to go ahead and apologize.

Slash!
I stare widely up at the screen.

Stab!
She does too.

Mesmerized children are easily occupied.
Everything’s mesmerizing when you’ve seen so little of the world.

Poetry: It’s Strange

As usual, I make no claims that this is even remotely decent. This is for experimentation purposes only, but advice is always welcome.

One day we will see each other,
Not whatever it is we’ve been doing.

Our “relationship” is strange.
Unknowable just ten years ago.

These days it’s everywhere,
And we’d be strange without it.

What’s strange is how things change.
Will this be strange again?

Poetry: I Don’t Feel It

Here we go. The first one. Again, I don’t even claim to be decent.

White dresses. Packed churches.
Everyone gets it.

Months go by one by one
And one by one they do it.

I scribble away at this and that.
I pay no mind ’til I see it.

Forever alone
But I don’t feel it.

Do they think it?

I think it
Every good girl thinks it.

I can’t not think it.
But I don’t feel it.

Poetry: Introduction

Here’s the thing: I don’t write poetry. I spent most of my life terrified of it like the majority of people. Poetry terrified me.

It wasn’t until college that I started having that terror challenged. I’ve been struggling ever sense to stop being so afraid of poetry. I’ve made a lot of strides when it comes to reading poetry. I don’t feel scared to read a poem like I used to, and I’ve learned to enjoy them.

When it comes to writing though, I haven’t managed the same thing. I have always written prose, and I imagine that’s always what I’ll write more than anything. I don’t plan to be a poet. Still, I have this overwhelming terror of trying to write poetry that I don’t want. The only exposure I’ve had to writing poetry in school that I can remember was one haiku in high school and one found poem in college.

I’ve said over and over again that I would write more poetry, but I never do. That’s partially because my instinct is to write prose, but I’m not ruling out avoidance as a contributing factor.

All of this is to say that I want to start posting poems here on occasion because it will give me an actual reason why I have to write more poetry.

However, I think this has also shown you that you shouldn’t expect anything at all when it comes to these poems. Most of them are going to be rough drafts because the idea of trying to present a poem as a finished draft feels me with insane levels of dread. Scribbling something down is at least progress, and it feels like there’s less pressure.

So, yes, whatever you’re going to read here is going to be terrible. I’m doing this for no reason than that I want to make myself write more poetry.

In all honesty, I was going to go ahead and post a poem with this post, but this introduction turned out longer than I planned. I think it would do better as it’s own post that I can reference back to whenever I post a poem so that people know what to expect.

My reasoning is only partially because I’m terrified to post a poem. I will force myself to at some point. You can hold me accountable. I don’t have plans to become a published poet, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with trying.