I am debating about whether to post some bunch of emotionally intense poetry I wrote recently. In the meantime, here are a bunch of rondelets I wrote in tenth grade, exactly as I emailed them to my poetry teacher.
Felicia
My cat is soft.
She wakes me up hoping for food.
My cat is soft.
I have yarn balls she loves to loft.
Although she is often quite rude
(For she is always in the nude),
My cat is soft.
Izzy*
Izzy is dead.
I listened to her for too long.
Izzy is dead.
I made her play too many songs,
Yet I feel I've done nothing wrong.
Izzy is dead.
*V. Important Note: Izzy is my iPod. I don't kill people by making them sing to me.
Failure
Why can't I write
Poems that sing of truth and life?
Why can't I write?
Finding words is a constant fight.
I can't describe a writer's strife
Or a man's search for a good wife.
Why can't I write?
Please Explain
I saw your eyes
Glancing my way from time to time.
I saw your eyes,
But let pursed lips be my disguise.
Even though I know it's not a crime,
And though the party was sublime,
I saw your eyes.
(This is why Lydia avoids writing poems about other people. Also, obviously the person I'm referring to in 2nd person isn't you.)
Laziness
I am lazy,
After a day full of deep thoughts.
I am lazy
After my life has gotten too crazy.
In my life I have always sought
For somewhere I could sleep a lot.
I am lazy.
The Lord's Name in Vain (A Controversial Poem)
God, I'm sorry
For the words I said; I didn't think.
God, I'm sorry,
For you my eyes don't grow starry.
I meant to say my sister stinks,
But I said you without a blink.
God, I'm sorry.
