Two Haiku

This is the last poem in the Poetry Unit from my Freshman year (the beginning of 1994 sometime in March).  Don't worry though.  I seem to have written many poems after that which I stuck in this folder.  Some of them have dates and some of them don't.  I'll post the dates when I know them.

"Assignment 6:  Create two haiku.  Suggested topics are butterfly, clouds, kitten, weather.  Remember:  Haiku is a poem of three lines with five syllables in the first and third lines and seven syllables in the second line."


Rain

Sadly I look out.
Through my window pane I see,
The rain fall softly.


Alone

Alone in my world,
I write of the pain of death.
Tears fall on the sheet.

The Moon

Assignment #5 might be tricky.  Hopefully I can get it to look the way it should.  I remember when I was making it at the time, I had to include my name and the date to make it work, so this one actually has a date on it. :)

"Assignment 5:  Create a concrete poem where the words are arranged to look like or suggest the subject."

The Moon

Craters of  dust. 

Craters of silvers.  The pale white light 

we enjoy                                 in the night.  The

mystery                                             The history.  How

far to                                                       the nearest star?  The

ro                                                                 mance.  In the mo

                                                                       onlight we dance

                                                                             together.  Forget

                                                                                   ing when the sun

                                                                                    steals the glory

                                                                                        we may never

                                                                                             know again.  

                                                                                             For then my 

                                                                                      soul will 

                                                                                          ache at the 

                                                                                              break of dawn.  

So                                                                              on sunlight 

will                                                                     pour across 

my face,                                                          but for now 

the twilight                                               lingers on 

and I live in ecstasy.  - Melissa Sharp

March 22, 1994

I've been obsessed with the moon for a very long time.  It's only fitting really, that I should write a poem about it.  Here it is written out normal just in case that was a little difficult to read.  I actually had to re-do the layout of some of the letters and I think the one above is actually easier to read than the one in the Poetry Unit I turned in so long ago.

The Moon

Craters of dust.

Craters of silvers.

The pale white light we enjoy in the night.

The mystery.  

The history.

How far to the nearest star?

The romance.

In the moonlight we dance together.

Forgetting when the sun steals the glory

We may never know again.

For then my soul will ache at the break of dawn.

Soon sunlight will pour across my face,

But for now the twilight lingers on

And I live in ecstasy.

The Free Generation

I'm cutting it close to midnight here, but I had to get in a poem today.  I hope you had a marvelous Thanksgiving and got to spend it with people you love.

"Assignment 4:  Create a poem using figurative language.  Use at least two similes or metaphors clearly making comparisons."


The Free Generation

There was a generation
As free as the butterflies.
Flying through the fields.
Flying through the flowers.

Then, as their children hatched,
Their children became devourers.
Eating their wisdom.
So now we sit and realize
We are no longer free.

Memories

"Assignment 3:  Create a lyric poem of at least three stanzas where there is a refrain at the end of each stanza.  Try to use words musically to express thoughts and feelings."

Memories

I saw him lying there
So still, so lifeless.
His hand so cold, so cold.
I turned away
Only to see the memories

Everywhere I go
Something reminds me.
Trying to forget
I turned away
Only to see the memories.

The only one I loved has left
I wish him back, but only in vain.
Trying not to remember
I turned away
Only to see the memories.

If They Only Knew

This one is the second assignment in my Poetry Unit during my Freshman year of high school.  I think this is the year I really found writing could help me purge my pent up emotions and angst.  It really is a great outlet, so I would recommend giving it a try if you never have.

"Assignment 2:  Create your own poem of at least two stanzas having the rhyming pattern of a b c b.  Pay attention to your rhyme so the lines have similar meter.

"Example of a b c b:  The Sky is low--the Clouds are mean.

                             A Traveling Flake of Snow

                             Across a Barn or through a Rut

                             Debates if it will go --"

And I messed up on this one.  I did the rhyming pattern a c a b instead.  But my teacher still gave me 100% on this unit.  

If They Only Knew

If they only knew

The pain they cause.

If they only knew how we feel.

Would they hurt us more?

Would they sympathize?

Would they stay as before?

Would they change?

If they only knew the pain.

If

This poem was written in 1994.  I was a Freshman in high school and fourteen years old.
This assignment from my notebook is as follows:
"Create your own poem of at least eight lines with couplets for the rhyming pattern.  Have a regular meter with each line having the same rhythm as the others.
"Example of couplets:  'If ever two were one, then surely we.
                                   If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.'"


If

If skies were red
Would we all be dead?

If a cow meowed
Would we float in a cloud?

If frogs flew
Would we be few?

Would we know
How to crow?

Purpose

So there was this post going around facebook where your friend would post a random number of things about them and if you "Liked" thier post, you would be given a number and have to write that many random things about yourself and then when people "Liked" your post, you would have to give those people a number and they would have to do the same thing you just did on their wall.  It could go on forever (just like that sentence I just wrote).
I did it.  One of those things about myself was that I used to write poetry.  I still have all of this poetry in binders and other odd places, too.  I don't write any more, and I wish I did.  But my sister told me I should start a poetry blog.  Not that I don't already have enough to do.  I can think of a million excuses not to start this blog.  Including one that is petty.  I am kind of mad at her and therefore any suggestion that she has for me is automatically rejected.  But the best reason I can think of to go ahead and do it is that I like this idea.  I like it.  And because I like it, I want to do it.
I'm pretty good at doing things that I want to do.
So I am going to dig up my old poetry from when I was a dark emo girl (Seriously, I was emo before that word was invented.), and post it here.  I'm not sure how I feel about the title of this blog yet, so it may change.  But that's okay.  I think this is going to be fun for me.  So get ready.
This is either going to be really good, or really bad.