Zella's Poetry

Here's one I wrote a few years ago that I thought this would be appropriate right about now; it certainly is where I live!:D

Spring

Spring! Spring! Spring is here!
Old Man Winter's gone.
Spring! Spring! Spring is here!
Melting snow from the lawn.

Spring! Spring! Spring has won!
Conquered every snowflake.
Spring! Spring! Spring has won!
Melted every white lake.

Spring! Spring! Spring at last!
Now is time for flowers.
Spring! Spring! Spring at last!
Play outside for hours.
 
Thank you, Zella, thank you for composing a poem which both rhymes, and has some catchy phrases. Many years ago, I entered a contest someplace for poems about spring. My entry, now lost, was in my opinion clever and funny; but the prize was given to a piece of absolutely-nothing-other-than PROSE. The undeservedly winning writer simply wrote the word "Spring" with a period at the start, then wrote random descriptive sentences about springtime with no rhythm or anything, then repeated "Spring" with a period at the end, a cheap and predictable device.
 
Copperfox said:
Thank you, Zella, thank you for composing a poem which both rhymes, and has some catchy phrases. Many years ago, I entered a contest someplace for poems about spring. My entry, now lost, was in my opinion clever and funny; but the prize was given to a piece of absolutely-nothing-other-than PROSE. The undeservedly winning writer simply wrote the word "Spring" with a period at the start, then wrote random descriptive sentences about springtime with no rhythm or anything, then repeated "Spring" with a period at the end, a cheap and predictable device.
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How annoying. That's part of the reason I usually don't like free verse; it's sometimes hard to tell that it's verse at all. (Not to insult anyone who writes it; that's just my preference.:))

SeaStar said:
That's a nice poem! It almost looks like a song.:D
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I guess it sort of does. If I had enough musical talent I might consider making it one, but composing tunes isn't my cup of tea.:p
 
Zella said:
Here's one I wrote a few years ago that I thought this would be appropriate right about now; it certainly is where I live!

Spring

Spring! Spring! Spring is here!
Old Man Winter's gone.
Spring! Spring! Spring is here!
Melting snow from the lawn.

Spring! Spring! Spring has won!
Conquered every snowflake.
Spring! Spring! Spring has won!
Melted every white lake.

Spring! Spring! Spring at last!
Now is time for flowers.
Spring! Spring! Spring at last!
Play outside for hours.
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Love it! it's actually pretty much spring here too, surprisingly ;)


Zella said:
How annoying. That's part of the reason I usually don't like free verse; it's sometimes hard to tell that it's verse at all. (Not to insult anyone who writes it; that's just my preference.:))
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yeah I'm none too fond of free verse :rolleyes:
 
This is not the best poem I've ever written, but I really wanted to do it so I muddled my way through somehow.:p (And in case you don't know, it was March 25.:D)


In Honor of the Gondorian New Year

The reign of Sauron comes now to an end!
We passed the test; our heads we did not bend.
The Ring is now destroyed in Orodruin!
The cloud is gone; once more shine sun and moon.

The long-awaited king returns today.
He saved our land; with fealty we'll repay.
Ilúvatar has blessed the world with peace.
We praise him greatly; we will never cease.

We praise the Halflings! Praise them with great praise!
A laita te*! In song their names we raise.
Though they are small they saved all Middle-earth;
No better way to demonstrate their worth.

Although with loss our homes we did defend,
The reign of Sauron comes now to an end!


*Translation: Bless them.
 
Zella said:
This is not the best poem I've ever written, but I really wanted to do it so I muddled my way through somehow. (And in case you don't know, it was March 25.)


In Honor of the Gondorian New Year

The reign of Sauron comes now to an end!
We passed the test; our heads we did not bend.
The Ring is now destroyed in Orodruin!
The cloud is gone; once more shine sun and moon.

The long-awaited king returns today.
He saved our land; with fealty we'll repay.
Ilúvatar has blessed the world with peace.
We praise him greatly; we will never cease.

We praise the Halflings! Praise them with great praise!
A laita te*! In song their names we raise.
Though they are small they saved all Middle-earth;
No better way to demonstrate their worth.

Although with loss our homes we did defend,
The reign of Sauron comes now to an end!


*Translation: Bless them.
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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D I love it
 
That, my dear friend, was a TRUE SONNET!! Adding to its virtues are imaginative rhymes, and the use of the Elvish name for God! I can imagine Faramir reciting this. :)
 
Singing on the hill is something we do at church camp every day before dinner. It's one of my favorite things.


Singing on the Hill

The bark of trees dark with rain,
the leaves so green they glow,
The mountains clear for miles away,
the clouds as white as snow.

Getting dirt upon my legs,
swatting bugs away,
Loving both new songs and old:
a great part of the day.

The sound of voices praising God,
closed eyes to feel the song,
Feeling such love it almost hurts.
When gone for this I long.

Dreading hearing, "Just one more,"
calling a request,
Closing singing with a prayer:
may our food be blessed.
 
Zella said:
Singing on the hill is something we do at church camp every day before dinner. It's one of my favorite things.


Singing on the Hill

The bark of trees dark with rain,
the leaves so green they glow,
The mountains clear for miles away,
the clouds as white as snow.

Getting dirt upon my legs,
swatting bugs away,
Loving both new songs and old:
a great part of the day.

The sound of voices praising God,
closed eyes to feel the song,
Feeling such love it almost hurts.
When gone for this I long.

Dreading hearing, "Just one more,"
calling a request,
Closing singing with a prayer:
may our food be blessed.
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that was seriously gorgeous, when we used to go on a mission trip to a place in Kentucky we sang on a hill every morning too and that's exactly what it's like :D

I especially love the bolded stanza
 
Zella,
Love your poems! (esp your sonnets) and
I want to encourage you to enter a poem/poems in the new poetry contest...
 
My poem for the contest.;)


King Edmund

Once a traitor, now forgiven,
He took his second chance
And rebuilt trust his wrongs had riven.

Once put to shame by mercy’s glance,
He’s now a noble king
Whose confidence shows in his stance.

He shows all justice when they bring
Their problems to his throne:
He has great wisdom in this thing.

He trusts not in himself alone
But rather in the One
Whose death did for his sins atone.

Aslan’s child and Adam’s son,
By love and duty driven,
He’ll work until his days are done.
 
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That's good; I take it this is the one you were worried about? I especially like your use of the word "riven" in the rhyme scheme. Note, in lines six and twelve, it should say W-H-O-S-E.
 
I was going to comment on the use of the word Riven, Riven is the name of a team at Bible Quizzing nationals ;)
 
Copperfox said:
That's good; I take it this is the one you were worried about? I especially like your use of the word "riven" in the rhyme scheme. Note, in lines six and twelve, it should say W-H-O-S-E.
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Yes it is. Thanks, I wasn't sure about that.

Gondorgirl said:
I was going to comment on the use of the word Riven, Riven is the name of a team at Bible Quizzing nationals ;)
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Really? Cool.:D

That's funny that you should both comment on that word. When I was typing it the computer tried to tell me riven wasn't a word; I had to look it up to make sure I wasn't just imagining things.:p
 
The Death of King Caspian X

“My Father! I’ve returned!” Is that my son
Who takes my hand and kneels down at my side?
“It’s Rilian. The spells have been undone.
I’m sorry for the tears you must have cried.”

My son! My son has come! With waning strength
I squeeze his hand and whisper, “Do not fear.
My love for you lasts longer than the length
Of days I spent without my dear son near.”

He lays his head upon my breast and weeps.
I stroke his hair as tears fill my own eyes.
“We’ll meet again. We both know Aslan keeps
His children safe, and His words are not lies.”

He nods. “I love you, Father.” “I love you.”
In moments I’m where all things are made new.
 
Zella said:
That's funny that you should both comment on that word. When I was typing it the computer tried to tell me riven wasn't a word; I had to look it up to make sure I wasn't just imagining things.:p
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It is, I practically never see it used but it's a cool word :D

Zella said:
The Death of King Caspian X

“My Father! I’ve returned!” Is that my son
Who takes my hand and kneels down at my side?
“It’s Rilian. The spells have been undone.
I’m sorry for the tears you must have cried.”

My son! My son has come! With waning strength
I squeeze his hand and whisper, “Do not fear.
My love for you lasts longer than the length
Of days I spent without my dear son near.”

He lays his head upon my breast and weeps.
I stroke his hair as tears fill my own eyes.
“We’ll meet again. We both know Aslan keeps
His children safe, and His words are not lies.”

He nods. “I love you, Father.” “I love you.”
In moments I’m where all things are made new.
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Oooh that one's sweet :p
 
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