Basically as the title implies. I've been writing poetry recently and decided to show some of the different styles I've experimented with over the past few weeks. Some I'm proud of, and some I'm not. But, any and all comments and critique are welcome!
Haiku:
Hear the sound of brass.
Echo through this silver horn.
Notes float from its bell.
The ring of its tone.
Its steady hum in her palm.
Purring in her lips.
Hear its pain. Its sorrow.
As that steady tone rises.
To greet one’s own ears.
And sat its player.
Her opal valves in motion.
Air pouring through her.
Her anger. Her rage.
Rattling like the brass horn.
Her screams are smothered.
Sound dark like her soul.
Her cries from a dark abyss.
Her need to be heard.
Her unseen feelings.
Exposed through her bright metal.
No longer ignored.
No need for her words.
Her metals parts speak in the place.
Of a broken girl.
I hate how you say.
How I’m so nice and moral.
Ignorance is bliss.
There are many things
You’re still thinking about me.
Even as I write.
Modest? Innocent?
Would you see my true colors
If I slit my throat.
See a life of blood.
That ever present craving.
To suffer again.
Don’t pity me now.
No need for that sad feeling.
If I kill you first.
'Square Poetry' ABBA (Modified to contain 16 instead of 14 lines)
There once was a girl, whose pain was her aid.
--------Deaf in their ears, and blinded in their eyes.
--------Her lover a dagger, to end all their lies.
Cursed by her cravings these scars will not fade.
Dark fills the room, but the glare in her blade.
--------Warmth coaxes her breath, steel pressed to her skin.
--------One dip of her knife, the bloodshed begins.
Cursed by her cravings, these scars will not fade.
Pricks of blood sprouted, to peonies of red.
--------A cold breath leaves her, her frail mind escapes.
--------To a field of sun, the warmth as her drapes.
Covered in herself, the maiden fell dead.
…
There once was a girl, whose pain was her aid.
Deaf in their ears, and blinded in their eyes.
She sought to her lover to end both their lives.
Cursed by her cravings, these scars will not fade…
Quatrain Cascade (A,B,C,D. a,b,c,A. d,e,f,B. g,h,i,C. j,k,l,D.)
Oh, how we remember those days.
Spiraling into that mindless madness.
We've never felt so safe in the dark.
But we let no one think she gave in.
Our mind was a perfect grey haze.
As beautiful as a tree, dead and branchless.
With that rough and crumpling bark.
Oh, how we remember those days.
We watched those snickering flames consume.
Our being and our every sane thought.
Let us go back to those days in the black.
Spiraling into that mindless madness.
Our lover the night, and enemy the light.
Our friends, that little box of sharp objects.
Don't worry, no one can see you.
We've never felt so safe in the dark.
Spiraling down this familiar old road.
We feel her mind beckoning for her freedom.
In the end, she knows she loves this.
But we let no one think she gave in.
