#poetry assignment

[ladylightsprophecies]

ICE-ey Spring

By Lady Light

Spring is a season.

A time where children shall play

And adults commemorate with reason.

Day by day,

Another man is framed.

The ticks bite their prey-

Lacking shame.

Birds sing with glee,

It’s warm outside now-

Yet it is still cold for me.

Spring is supposed to be free,

Used for celebrations instead of declarations.

Little shoes that splash in puddles of rebirth are now

Replaced with big boots that stamp on citizens of a nation.

Spring is a feeling

That all shall be filled with.

From sea, to ocean, to color, to upbringing,

The Spring I see is for every human being.

[lady-keating]

dordéan

the autumn rain has settled and she is eager to explore  hovering down the stairway much like a humming bird fluttering and springing with light singing a melody that is full of life putting on her red wellies  she bounds to the gardens  racing through a field of lilies  she is the rainbow casting through the clouds a child of nature, and a seeker at heart

[telebisou]

my mother made me do this

It's A Longer Walk

(I am afraid of a wall of) (so much noise)

(it still won't stop)

that wall is going to fade behind when I reach the walls and go inside

but there will be no guards in there will be nowhere to hide

…will the teacher love me?

I am scared of the men they sent for protecting me from themselves

these marshals look familiar

…not sure I know what that word on the sign means? but I am sure I'm sure what they mean for me to see I have never met these men that act like they are protecting me

not sure I know what a US marshal is but I am sure they weren’t my daddy's friends yesterday

I am supposedly here to learn and I am sure learning something

I won’t be celebrated today or tomorrow these thoughts shouldn’t be in my mind

I don't even think about how I’m just a baby, a child! it's just something I have to do

my mom wants me to go to school

but these men scare me and all these people are going to hurt her who will be there once I’m inside to stop anyone from doing a murder

Tylertown is loud, the sound is a crowd of death threats gathered around

crowding the fence mama, daddy, that sound is intense it's like wind that I can see

rising falling breaking stabbing throwing rotten

(it still won't stop)

- maybe the teachers will be nice?

I don't know - that in 60 years my smile will be so warm so forgotten

so wise so measured civil educated practiced elevated celebrated

but today is just a storm

behind my smile I know they’ll nurture it, it will grow this hate will cultivate and stay

alive

seventeen year cicadas, there are no US marshals back at home

Sports Afield! desegregation books and pencils destination: William Frantz blackboard, chalk

…it’s a very long walk

(it still won't stop)

White Citizens Council versus Barbara Henry versus William Frantz Elementary

law of the land

law of the land

US marshal doesn’t hold my hand

tomorrow dad loses his job (at a gas station) grocery says no, no food, get out go away ain't gonna be desegregation

from now on and until then

…this is a murderer nation

today?

USA

presses both its muscles allllll right here right on me -

a child, a baby!

I will smile and they will smile and welcome me and say “thank you” in sixty years maybe

but, for today, a classroom alllll by myself.

but, integration and demonstration

all lives mattering and history and

Brown versus the Board of Education

murder and maiming and battering imprisonment and disillusion (understand that deadly hate is not mere confusion)

all the threats are all still here

you buy my smile in sixty years (it still won't stop)

for today

I'll hide my tears

[howdoib]

Rjalpfpwlslgkelwlw my discord server is being useless (which is technically fine they didn't have to help but I still need this thing done) So you guys are prolly like 'what' which I'm getting to (also sorry to everyone I'm going to tag, please do not feel obligated to but also like if you can).

Anyways in creative writing we're building a writing portfolio and was hoping you guys could help me out! So basically it's a poem- the style doesn't matter much- it can be a storyline based poem or a poem of two voices or a romanticism poem or just anything. But. It has to be a collaboration between me and at least one other person. So I was hoping you lovely victims could help me out if you have the time.

The theme is Lurid. Please (if possible) reblog with a few lines you wrote yourself. I will credit you in the collaboration and chose you guys because your chill/I trust your writing. Also Tali you're prolly super busy rn but- you don't have to. Just if you were interested

@guardiandae @taliaxlatia @ravenpuffpidge @fantasma-exspiravit @lexosaurus @darks-ink @artistically-gay @ayotofu

Also if you're not one of these people then please feel free to add on anyways- this is sort of like finish the story!!!

I'll start the first reblog with:

"For all the alluringly lurid things..."

[phoenixisstrange]

Grandma(s)

They each have their own way to fill the role they play. In a life lacking constants, she helped me wade through the all the variables. Nothing could clear a mind the way a crisp spring morning could. Spent watching the cars speed by listening to the creak of a wooden swing as old as time.

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A quick trip south beyond the border. Between wealth and reality. Westchester ends and the Bronx begins. I never knew how you did it, survived that is. In such a rough neighborhood, but I understand now. It takes a special kind of person, someone independent, brave, and driven. You won’t find that in the northern farmland.

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At times when home felt awfully broken when holes peppered the dry-wall from which poison oozed I took refuge with her. She helped me forget it all. The only pot stirred, sat on top of the stove. We played the cards we were dealt, as we ate our rice and beans. When home became a hurricane, she was my cove.

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She is an echo that sounds through some ravine inside me. The older I get, the more I see Just how much she influenced me. Even from a distance, emotional and physical. I think about her a lot. I wish she were here and not constantly worried about saving those who won’t even show an ounce of gratitude for her. She should be by my side Filling the film on that new Cannon With the moments that have passed us by.

[nottooldtodream]

I’m taking a poetry class

So the first real assignment for the class was to make a “ found poem “ that is take take words or phrases already written and combine them into a poem. I only have late at night to work on school stuff so I couldn’t collect anything cool like graffiti from the bathroom so I collected all these phrases or words from my Pinterest home page. I’m proud or I wouldn’t of posted it, but I know it needs work to get the rhythm better.

Algorithm

(my Pinterest poem)

Brownies in a cup.

Can your preschooler keep up?

Make-up dupes, “My My My”

Try Ina Garten’s seafood pie

Drarry fanfics.

STEM marshmallows and toothpicks,

Grande caramel frappuccino, ‘Amazing Grace’,.

Sexual harassment in the workplace.

Brunette balayage,

Candle holders made with mod podge,

Budget weddings, doily snowflake,

Bake this tasty lemon cheesecake

Valentine’s Day,

How do you pronounce Timothée Chalamet ?

Hashtag me too, Potterhead.

Decorating ideas for your she shed.

Early childhood and primary.

Keto smoothies with avocado and berry,

German shorthaired pointer, small tattoos,

Remove the salt stains from your shoes.

Add topsoil,

Treat your migraine with essential oil

Gun control, “Thank you, Next”

How to talk to your teen about safe sex.

Cancer cell,

Goat cheese ravioli with orange and fennel,

Troye Sivan, dominance and submission

Menopause questions to ask your physician.

[nottooldtodream]

grandpa

I wanted to be just like him

We did things together, we were a team

He taught me how to flip a fried egg

I wanted to learn, I was just five

We did things together, we were a team

The walker kept him inside, unwieldily on the stairs

I wanted to learn, I was just five

I was too little to be much help

The walker kept him inside, unwieldily on the stairs 

He yelled at the news, and often was sad

I was too little to be much help

But I laughed at his jokes or when he would tease

He yelled at the news and often was sad.

With his coaching there was little I couldn’t do

I laughed at his jokes or when he would tease

He taught me to tie my own shoes

With his coaching there was little I couldn’t do

I was brave because he believed

He taught me to tie my own shoes

Sometimes it’s harder to be the one that survives

I was brave because he believed

We had ten years together but only five I remember

It’s always harder to be the one that survives 

He taught me that smart people say what they mean

 We had ten years together, five that I remember

I wanted to be just like him

I know that that smart people say what they mean 

He taught me how to flip a fried egg 

[fortheloveofqueerpoetry-blog]

Exercise: Write a Poem

Aim: Try your hand at writing a poem about identity. The conceptualization of “self” or “identity” is completely up to you. Keep in mind your target audience and your primary message. How does your work benefit the existing frame of work? Try to make a connection between your work and the poems we have both read and watched here on this blog.