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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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?

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

Mneh, that was a bland week. I have been sick with a cold for the past two days, which unfortunately for me means a slight sinus infection and fever  and headache and whatnot. At the moment, I only have a sore throat, so it's almost gone. I hope to be a little more active in the next week, and in that case, write more poetry or whatever I happen to feel like at that point.

Not to mention the contests are waiting to be judged, so I should be writing for those soon...