Amy B.'s

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Poem 12 - Nonsense Poem

There is a place on Gludinate
Where children go to play
When their lives are sad and cold...
Here their troubles melt away

When the children are asleep at
Precisely ten at night
In lumbers in a jolly, young man
And starts an evening of delight

They climb into his Gwendaleer
A boat made of papildu
And as the boat lifts off the ground
There's giggles cheers and "woo-hoo's!"

Then they're off through the atmostphere
Spotting endangered fullite
Dodging those dreaded spatelers
And collecting stagremite

Arriving at their destination
The children squeal with joy
Before them was a candy land
That no one can destroy

The streets are rocky road ice cream
The trees are lollipops
But once you begin eating
You simply cannot stop!

Then suddenly the sky goes dark
And you're trembling with fear
You look into the sky and see
The cookie monster's near

Get back into the Gwendaleer!
Please go speedy quick,
Everyone was much compliant
But after one more lick

Away they flew from Gludinate
Back to family and friends
Though they know they'll all return
Tomorrow night at ten

Poem 11 - Ballad

Historic Love

Gather near as the old woman tells tales
Flled with wisdom, morale and truth
Of battles, heart break and forbidden love
And other perils of her youth

For she once was a beautiful woman
Thought to be fairest in the land
The villages many suitors
All competed for her hand

Though her heart had other desires
More specifically, her farmhand, Mack
But their love could never be
For she was white and he was black

No one ever suspected a thing
Most couldn't even fathom the thought
'Til one day in late July
Someone peaked 'round the barn and they were caught

They had no choice but to flee from the town
Their fears alive they'd always dreaded
Alas the mob caught up to them
And now Mack was to be-behead

His last dying moments were spent with her in his cell
"You are a vision; kind, pure and faire
So I make this promise to you forever
I loved you down here, and I'll love you up there."

And with that he was off to the chopping block
The young woman's tears flowing free
She vowed then to herself in silence
In her heart Mack would always be

Years later she's married to a proper white suitor
And most thought her life was swell
With money and children... but she could not forget
The farmhand she loved so well

Poem 10 - Acrostic

Acrostic Poem

Betrayed my faith faith in you, now I'm
Always feeling pain
Craving well deserved revenge, you have
Killed every last ounce of respect, hundreds of
Scars surround our relationship
Trying to forgive but it's
A useless effort perhaps, I'm
Broken and hurt...
Brought down by your words
Every glance I cast, I'm
Regretting our time together but
Secretly wishing I had you back

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Poem 7 - Model Poem

Original Poem

Model Poem

The Fall

Take my hand and hold it tight!

And in parting into night,

Thus together in flight-

You are not wrong to be afraid

That this action, a crusade;

Yet if God is forgiving

In spite¸ he will give us wing

In his mercy, and his grace

Is our prayer that he shall brace?

All he’s given, but to stall

‘Tis our calling, ‘tis our fall

I stand before the dread

Of the despair up ahead

And I hold within my heart

Grains of a fresh start-

How few! Yet how they heal

Through the wounds, emotions yield

While I pray- while I feel

O God! This is where it leads

Them sins, that pain, this greed

O God! I now know how

One move then, causes pain now?

Is all this thinking to stall

But now I’m ready, time to fall

Title: The Fall

Type: Model poem

Inspiration: The first line came to me very easily, and so after that I found that I could go far with the subject. This poem came to me very easily and without much thinking, the words just flowed out.

Poem 8 - Cinquain

He’s there

The world is stopped

Just to admire him

Wait, reality has snapped back

He’s gone

He’s not

Like other guys

Sweeter, nicer, better

Unattainable, now that’s what

He is

He smiles

Heart skips a beat

Praying for just a chance

All the rumors, speculations

I cry

Heartbreak

By: Amy Bishop <3

Title: Heartbreak
Type: Cinquain
Inspiration: A relationship with a certain guy that put me through a lot of emotional battles.

*Out of all the poems I have this one is my favourite. It really managed to capture the emotions and pain that I was feeling at the time. Life is emotional, and sometimes it's good to release those emotions and share what you're feeling. I think this poem sums up these emotions very well andis a good expression of real heartbreak.