Another experimental poem from me. Just in that kind of mood.
This is a uni piece I wrote many months ago. Everyone had to write an introduction for themselves. The final assignment has been marked, so I can post it now.
Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.)
I love writing Haiku – 5/7/5 syllabic compounds of poetic magic.
It’s like baking a very small, very tasty, cake. Only better.
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that.
I don’t know if I’ve ever told anyone this, but I am a HUGE fan of Wonder Woman.
How many times do I have to mention that I love Haiku and its 5/7/5 syllable structure?
Here’s three completely unrelated Haiku I wrote a few minutes ago.
Ever get the feeling you didn’t get it right the first time? Or the second? Here’s a poem I wrote to celebrate third time lucky, whenever and wherever she may be.
People love Firefly. I don’t just mean they love it. I mean they LOVE it. Diehard fans are everywhere, and the one thing they have clamoured for all these years, is to bring the show back to TV.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out.
I have loved pancakes for many years. Although I make no great claims regarding my epicurean knowledge or experiences, I like to think I’m a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to pancakes. I’ve had all types of strange and exotic mixes, with sides too varied and eccentric to list here.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about.
I saw Logan yesterday. And what I saw was a great movie, one that focussed on character, with a good story, great acting, great action set pieces that contributed to the plot, rather than being there for the sake of it, and some deep underlying themes and messages that resonated with me.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it.
Divorce is a major upheaval for anyone going through it. A gamut of emotions, some good, some bad. In the end, it’s often the best thing. To move on. To have a fresh start.
It’s not always that easy to see at the time, though.
I can’t escape those evocative 5/7/5 syllable structures.
I’m still composing in triplets, but not a trilogy, this time.
This poem came to me while I was on the loo (inspiring and a lttle gross). It’s a bit Poe-like, at times, I think. Wasn’t intentionally so.
Another poem. Can’t seem to stop writing them. It’s almost like my dam of emotion has burst its walls.
Maybe that’s a bit too melodramatic, but you know what I mean.
This poem is the sequel to a short story I wrote for uni.
I’m not big on reading short stories. I’ve always been a long-form novel kind of guy. It wasn’t until I read Nam Le’s “The Boat” that my opinion of short stories changed.
The top ten list of my current favourite tabletop RPGs…
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars.
Ah, haiku. My favourite 5/7/5 syllable verse form.
Back to writing in threes, which seems to flow naturally for me.
There was a time when I used to drink a lot. I don’t drink anymore. And I’m better for it.
Ever been in love with someone that doesn’t know it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. Maybe this poem means nothing to you.
But if you have, this poem may mean everything and more.
As soon as I heard the familiar schwing sound and the song I was playing sounded off, I knew I had a bit of a problem.
The Japanese Haiku’s 5/7/5 syllable structure is a source of great enjoyment and wonder for me.
I don’t know why I write Haiku’s in groups of three. I just do.
One of those days. Unfortunately, the internet is not a cure for loneliness.
This has been a big week for me. I’ve written a number of poems (some I like, some I don’t) that have been well received. Here’s another.
A while back I bought a tabletop RPG called Symbaroum. It’s a dark-edged fantasy set in a kingdom on the edge of Davokar, a massive forest consumed with corruption, wherein lies ruins of the ancient kingdom of Symbaroum.
Another poem. So much for me saying I don’t write poetry. It’s almost all I’ve done this week. I think I’ve got a bit of a knack for it.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity.
As a person who suffers from long term depression, I thought it only right that I write a poem about it.
Well, I’m on fire this week. Here’s another poem I composed.
As with all my poems, it’s deeply personal. But hopefully it speaks to all.
Some haikus I wrote – Japanese poems based on a 5/7/5 syllable structure. Like I said, I’m in a poem-writing mood.
Another poem I wrote. I guess I’m in a poem writing mood, at the moment.
I don’t normally write poetry. But I woke up early, as I always do, thinking about what to put in my blog, and this came to me.
I’ve been writing for a short while. Obviously, I am now an expert and need to share my accrued wisdom with the world. Yes, that was a joke.
I’ve started my novel. I’ve written unfinished novels in the past, but my intention with this one is to actually write an entire book. Maybe I’ll toss it in the trash at that point, but I have to write it, anyway.
Here’s some dialogue I wrote for Uni. It’s not meant to be serious, and wasn’t included in any of my assignments, so it’s okay for me to include it here. Enjoy! Or not.