Tag: poem
member name: Jana B.
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May 10, 2006 11:54 PM EDT --
Poetry challenge: The Catalog Poem
The catalog or list poem isn't so much a poetic form as a strategy. The idea is to write a poem by creating a list of things. You might list . . .
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May 10, 2006 11:43 PM EDT --
The Things Emily Carries
An after-school inventory
Six Yu-Gi-Oh cards.
Chewing gum wrappers.
School handouts, two weeks overdue.
Three rubber bands.
A five-inch-tall stuffed dog.
Four small . . .
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January 07, 2009 12:02 PM EST --
Incipience
Even more than the silent end of the month
I recognize the signs the ache in the breasts
the sudden fatigue my hands feeling distant
on the steering wheel . . .
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May 17, 2006 02:21 PM EDT --
Writing Cinquains: A Cinquain
The driver
slows, gazes,
perplexed. I walk on,
muttering, looking at my fingers,
counting.
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May 17, 2006 11:35 AM EDT --
The Unfortunate Bradford Pear in Springtime
an accentual cinquain
Clustered
blossoms, pendant,
white; they greet springtime
with snow, and with the wistful scent of catfish
dying.
. . .
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January 13, 2009 11:50 AM EST --
Hearing the News
January 19, 1873
Seward Township , Minnesota
Twelve days had passed . . .
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April 27, 2006 04:46 PM EDT --
I'm bitten by the limerick bug, today.
In the midwest, there once was a fella
who only would shop at Cabela's.
He wore only cammo
and cooked using ammo.
He was a dynamite chef, let . . .
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February 18, 2006 12:40 AM EST --
For seven years we sat,
you and I,
grim-faced,
pressed into our armchairs,
until the day you came home
with a small, watchful creature
shivering on your forearm.
You set him on the carpet and he . . .
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April 27, 2006 10:19 AM EDT --
Every town should be immortalized in at least one limerick, don't you think?
There was a young man from Mankato.
He called his dear wife "Sweet Potato."
She said, "That's . . .
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May 12, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
a collaborative butterfly cinquain by Cindy Tebo and Jana B.
Harvests
delta
time where cotton
is king and wal-mart bags
blow like tumbleweeds down lonely
highways
to north . . .
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January 16, 2009 01:18 PM EST --
As this poem shows, the sonnet lends itself to profound ideas and serious subject matter.
That one so small can be so self-contained--
one foot upon the sand and then another-- . . .
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February 02, 2007 01:03 AM EST --
Paddling the Mississippi, South of St. Cloud
The world rises from the river's edge
with shoulders of green--basswood, oak,
box elder--glittering in the summer heat. . . .
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January 16, 2007 12:23 AM EST --
After Falling Asleep to Silent Snow
I wake
To angry cries,
The wind’s bitter gnawing.
The cold moon gazes on the earth’s
Dark wounds.
also posted at Wild Poetry Forum
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April 29, 2006 11:39 PM EDT --
Said a maid, "I have heard too much flummery.
I shall take myself unto a nunnery,
where there's silence and chanting,
and not so much ranting.
It is quite anti-flummery, in summary!" . . .
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May 02, 2006 09:32 AM EDT --
A cinquain
I tried to write.
But syllables crowded one
another until before me sat
a sonnet.
After I posted this cinquain, I realized that the two sentences also constitute chiasmus -- chiasmus . . .
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February 18, 2006 12:08 AM EST --
He rises up, sprouting hair on his face and arms,
roaring, reaching toward me across
the rib steaks and the breakfast-cut
pork chops. I run, blue-white light glaring
off of cereal boxes, off . . .
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