These are a couple of poems I wrote for a class a while ago. The first one was pretty much just 'write a poem' (we had to include as many different poetic forms as we could, AKA rhymes, slants, alliteration, etc.), and the second one was a sonnet in iambic pentameter. Both wound up just about whatever came to mind. Don't expect me to reply to anything you say, though. I'm just back here for a minute, and then it's back off to my dreams.



Crying Myself to Sleep

I try so hard
Not to cry myself to sleep
I can’t help but keep
This secret to myself
I’m so sad
So sorry
So sick of my fears
Of my tears
Of my thrice-blasted ears
That hear every word
Everything everyone says
All the right
All the wrong
So I swear that I’ll try
Once more, not to cry
Myself to sleep



Just a Dream

I look into your eyes and all I see
Is life and love and good and everything
So long, I’ve tried, to find a way to be
Exactly what you want; to cry and sing!
But, even though I’ll never be that one
I’ll still continue on and to the end
I’ll go on loving you ‘til days are done
And when, to me, the Death has come to tend
When ended has my time forevermore
Then, even dead, I’ll find a way to care
For loving you could never be a chore
But until then my love for you I’ll bear
I do not mind; it doesn’t hinder much
It is enough to dream just for your touch

Quoth the one called Ethiclese (that's me!)

Ta!

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I love them, they are really expressive, especially the first one, even though its sad.

Just a touch of angst, but they're good enough to ignore that bit. I like them, you should do more, you're good at it. *thumbs up*

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Anything is Possible...
And Yet, Nothing is Probable.

Neither of them were written with any particular thing in mind. The first one I think is really angsty, but so not in a way that... angsts... but in a way that says it's done with that. Despite all the crap, says the speaker, I'm not goign to be that angsty any more.

The second one's not really supposed to be angsty at all. It's a love note, though perhaps one to someone that doesn't love the speaker back.

I wrote them for a class. The requirements for the first on were to use as many poetic forms as we could in one poem. The second one is just supposed to be a sonnet (iambic pentameter, ABABCDCDEE).

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"Thunder is good, thunder is impressive, but it's lightning that does the work." ~Samuel Clemens

Mah Griffon is © Todd Lockwood.