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Posted Oct 31, '11 at 12:20pm

jeol

jeol

3,987 posts

Poems that have no form. Free style.

Oh, yeah, I do that a bunch :P Sometimes I give them some kind of form, like the poem 'Dreams' on the last page was 5-4-3-2-1 lines, if you noticed. Other than that, I most commonly do quatrains (is it four lines per stanza or four stanzas per poem? I usually do both because I can never remember). I also do some haiku. Other than that, it's all freestyle, unless I decide to do a nonet, which isn't very often.
 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 1:21pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

6,891 posts

Do you do rhyming poetry haha


I don't have much of a knack for rhyming. When I attempt it, it always has Frostian undertones, and I end up ditching because 'Birches' or 'Fire and Ice' or 'The Road Not Taken' always flits into my head, and mine can't compare. D:

I've been drawing most of my inspiration from music lately, further helped by the fact that my speakers are finally working. Can listen to my music now.

The effect was called 'Pallete Knife'


Awesome. You should mess around with it, because it looks really cool.

My free verses? What do you mean by that?


Typically characterised by the liberal use of enjabment.
 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 1:55pm

jeol

jeol

3,987 posts

Time to make this work.

... Hmm, this might be a bit of a challenge.

Snow is descending,
White crystals blowing,
Alighting on the frozen ground.

Each tiny flake transcending,
Forming, slowly growing,
Soon enough, the snow
Will ensnare the low.

One, two, three, four,
Too many flakes too account for.
The blizzard will soon mound
Every inch of the ground.

Pure white, graceful snow,
Slowly drifting down, to and fro;
It blankets all beneath.

Mneh. That's why I don't rhyme :P

Awesome. You should mess around with it, because it looks really cool.

Okay, I'll fiddle around with it, see how it works.
 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 2:03pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

6,891 posts

Mneh. That's why I don't rhyme :P


Or why free verse doesn't typically rhyme. :P
 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 2:09pm

jeol

jeol

3,987 posts

Or why free verse doesn't typically rhyme. :P

Humm, I suppose.

Okay, I pallete'd a photo of me (the latest one I posted in the 'Faces of AG thread' thread). Since you have to see it closer to notice it, I figure'd I would just link it. You'll probably have to zoom to see it close-up.
 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 2:27pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

6,891 posts

Okay, I pallete'd a photo of me (the latest one I posted in the 'Faces of AG thread' thread). Since you have to see it closer to notice it, I figure'd I would just link it. You'll probably have to zoom to see it close-up


Yeah, I can tell 'cause the snow is more jagged than you would expect. I think the picture is too bright, with too many colors to be effective. It worked best when you had the dark ground contrasting with the bright lights.
 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 2:43pm

jeol

jeol

3,987 posts

Humm, I see your point... I'll keep trying.

 

Posted Oct 31, '11 at 8:01pm

dudeguy45

dudeguy45

3,038 posts

I liked your snow poem... sounds like our weather situation. I can only stand poems that rhyme, nice short stanzas make it work.

 

Posted Nov 1, '11 at 5:02pm

jeol

jeol

3,987 posts

I liked your snow poem... sounds like our weather situation. I can only stand poems that rhyme, nice short stanzas make it work.

Thanks!

Okay, time to work on poem revision... My favorite chore :/

Coloured Pain

As I strolled along, I passed
A large figure wearing a vest,
A coat of brilliant colour.
As if time need not continue,
He turned 'round and so was revealed,
He was but a lifeless corpse,
His eyes proclaiming from within,
"Beware, a dead, rotten soul."

Walking toward me like a zombie,
There seemed not much to do but run,
And so the colorful dead man gave chase.
No one was nigh, no one to be my saviour;
The land was as dead as my pursuer.
At that moment, I realized,
I was as well off as he following me.

But it was a dream.
Yet as I awoke, I knew
I was as good as a dead man,
My riches were as dust.

And so, I proceeded slowly
To the canal beside my home,
The water looked as black as death itself,
And the river was as cold as winter.
I could only change from here.

Before I could even move,
My conscious drilled me;
So I turned and saw a man,
Dressed in a tattered yet colorful vest,
A homeless man, begging for money.

I stepped away from the river
And walked to the sorry man,
Dropping a meager coin in his palm,
And so I left, conscious throbbing.
This man was better off than me.
I was hurting deep inside,
Caused by pain like heaven.

Hmneh. Should I bother rhyming this?
 

Posted Nov 1, '11 at 6:23pm

murasaki9

murasaki9

1,396 posts

That's an interesting poem.
*mom needs to check on son*

 
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