Poetry, Both Rhymed and Free

Composed on the spot in your honour:

NOVEMBER

The old year's chariot sweeps past in frigid wake
As eager horses spy the distant spring;
They rush headlong in a maddening dash
Through the bleak, cold winter's fury
To ford the gap between the years
And graze in April meadows.

The faded glory of Autumn sere
Stirs like the pages of forgotten dreams
Drifting neglected about our feet
Ere fading into the dark recesses of the Earth
And trees their naked boughs uplift
To touch the iron grey sky.

-- John Burkitt
 
EveningStar said:
Composed on the spot in your honour:

NOVEMBER

The old year's chariot sweeps past in frigid wake
As eager horses spy the distant spring;
They rush headlong in a maddening dash
Through the bleak, cold winter's fury
To ford the gap between the years
And graze in April meadows.

The faded glory of Autumn sere
Stirs like the pages of forgotten dreams
Drifting neglected about our feet
Ere fading into the dark recesses of the Earth
And trees their naked boughs uplift
To touch the iron grey sky.

-- John Burkitt
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It's great! I like it. Good thing you came back to post this.
 
Have you ever...

Have you ever found some magic
In the pages of a book?
Or read somebody's secret
From a quiet look?

Have you ever wondered about
The flying lizard's tread?
Or heard snowflakes falling softly,
On a riverbed?

Have you ever dreamed a dream
You thought was much too big?
Or imagined someone (wrongly)
As some type of prig?

Have you ever thought to listen
From deep inside your heart?
And gained some hidden wisdom
A friend was trying to impart?



Just something to think about before doing Copperfox's challenge :)
Also meant to post this a couple days ago but yay school work...
 
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The third stanza is best. I know the embarrassment of having unjustly judged others to be snotty when they really weren't.
 
I will definitely agree with you. The third is likely most relatable for any given person, but my personal favorite is the fourth. probably due to the fact that it is a common truth I think.

Meh yeah I think we all know what stanza is the weakest, and it's only because of its first two lines... heh
 
Writing Words (Copperfox's Challenge)

Quick quiet quality
Working without waste.
Running ‘round remembering
Holdback: hamper haste.

Simple slow serene
Taking time to think,
Making matches matter
Boldly backing from the brink.

Humming has helped.
My mellow melody
Allows another anchor-
Point, perfect possibly.

Start-up slow: searching
Another antonym
Without wandering wonderings
We follow foolish whims
 
Cryfion, you have exceeded my expectations! Although you can't see it from there, I lift high a literal physically-existing genuine-steel full-tang sword in salute to you. Hardly ANYBODY EVER takes the trouble in a poem to maintain alliteration AND RHYME all the way through. It's like juggling WHILE walking a tightrope. Huzzah, say I, huzzah for this remarkable young lady!!
 
Heh, thanks I'm blushing madly over here... :D a sword?! What kind; broadsword, falchion, saber, two-handed(bastard)?

Is it really that uncommon for someone to write these? I mean I've never actually seen one so going about this was a bit more, time consuming. Granted this only took about 45min to an hour to write, where some of my others I've posted have taken work over a few days. I guess to add to that we've never learned about this type of poem (rhymed alliteration) in any of my classes, both in college(university) and lower level education.
 
The epic poem "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" _alternates_ between alliteration and rhyming, not using both at once. _Many_ rhymed poems will slip in a _little_ alliteration (try saying that fast), but rarely do they keep it going concurrently with rhyme for the _entire_ poem.

The sword I referred to is indeed a "bastard" sword, but it is called this precisely because it _isn't_ a true two-hander. It's a little bit shorter than an all-up huge Norman or Scottish two-handed sword; it is also known in polite circles as a "hand and a half."
 
Copperfox said:
The epic poem "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" _alternates_ between alliteration and rhyming, not using both at once. _Many_ rhymed poems will slip in a _little_ alliteration (try saying that fast), but rarely do they keep it going concurrently with rhyme for the _entire_ poem.
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I'm going to go read that now! Yes, they will slip in a bit of alliteration now and again, it is always noticeable to me and I would describe it as a cutesy writing trick in those cases more than anything else. (I did try saying that line fast also: talk about tongue tied, though a good practice for clear speech) Hmm maybe I'll write some more then :)

Funnily enough, about this poem, I didn't figure out the topic till I was writing the last stanza. It just sort of flowed by itself, which is always a nice thing.

Copperfox said:
The sword I referred to is indeed a "bastard" sword, but it is called this precisely because it _isn't_ a true two-hander. It's a little bit shorter than an all-up huge Norman or Scottish two-handed sword; it is also known in polite circles as a "hand and a half."
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Hand and a half that's right, silly me! Haha thank you for the correction, perhaps I'll remember, though I wasn't aware of it being shorter so yay learning!
 
The Swirling Stars

Inspired by Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night

In the village lit by light,
By the stars that dark new night.

Shadowed by the mountain peak,
Didn't matter to the meek.

Swirling twirling to and fro,
Went the wind on night's black toe.

Higher went the mountain dark,
Till the stars did surely spark.



I'd like to apologize here for my hiatus. After Thanksgiving Break I had only a week before finals where professors seemed to go crazy for work. And I haven't been on my computer but three times since I've been back at home, since break started.

On better news though I found my poetry book here that I'd been searching for a bit and so have more to share! :)
 
Solar Skies

Different colors,
all swirl the same,
Into a vortex.

Spaceships fly-
although space
has no real amount of time.

Seasons come and go,
On Earth, and viewing
Solar skies which seem
To be only parts of dreams...

People really want to know about
Life on planets other than earth.
And I wonder if it really is possible.

As I look through my telescope,
Into those solar skies...
 
Cryfion, I always remind the youngsters here that real life does come first. It's good to see you on board again, and I'm glad you found your book. I have seen that Van Gogh painting, so I know why you mention "swirling."
 
Thanks for the reminder Copper. I just always feel bad as I lose a lot of the interaction, with people I care about. And this is because life takes precedence over online things, even though people on sites like this are people too. If that makes sense.

Anywho, more to come!
 
Courage and the Dragon

I sat on my horse clad in armor,
Wondering what to do.

Afraid of losing my life,
As ravens cawed overhead.

In hopes of sharing the royal blood,
That they thought would soon run red.

The dragon roared his challenge,
High atop his mountain peak.

I shuddered with fear, the time drawing near,
Of when I would fight this monstrous beast.

I then saw someone, coming through the fog,
He jingled and jangled,
And moved as though in a bog.

Courage he was, on a brilliant white steed!
Sitting tall and straight, with golden hair
Streaming over silver sheets.

Coming to help me, urging me on,
to defeat the evil which lived...

With the day now done
And the battle won.

I graciously thanked this knight,
though elusive he may be.

To defeat the evil that we,
Do not see.


Some personification for your pallets. And an old personal favorite of mine ;)
 
4 months!!!! :/

Ah, so it's been a very lengthy amount of time... this semester was so much busier than I even remotely expected...

Again I apologize for my absence though an apology hardly covers it.

Didn't write very much throughout the semester, but I have some new stuff to share :)

I don't believe I'll be gone for another four months, as I see no reason for it, but I know next month sometime my family is planning on at least a long weekend vacation. meh alright finished with this update poems to come.
 
Forge Sound

Ah the forge sound
Its constant ringing
The breath from the bellows

A true fire song

Ring
ring​

tap
breathe​
ring​
ring​
tap​
breathe​
Stir the coals and start again

White heat blinding
Where shapes take form in time

The song shaping metal in its own way
Artwork from old
A peaceful meditation of work

Sweat dripping
mixing
With the ring of the hammer
on steel
 
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