If you’ll remember, I wrote about starting my writing career by writing poetry in middle school. I’m thinking I’ll post one or two of my poems here today for fun and to see what people think of my writing.
With that said, I won’t be mean and post some of my earliest attempts at writing poetry. I can read it, of course, but it’s not good quality writing in the least. It’s the building blocks for getting to the point I’m at today. And, really, you’d rather see a more polished poem, right?
So let’s consider the first poem. I titled it “The Difference” and wrote it as a contest piece for AllPoetry’s website. The contest was to write a poem inspired by the quote: “The only difference between a man with a tattoo and one without is a man with a tattoo doesn’t care if the man without has a tattoo.” (Okay, so that quote might be off a bit, but I think you get the gist.) I won a silver medal for that particular piece, so I thought I’d post it here for your viewing pleasure.
Where labels reign
from lips waxed with cynicism
and names raise
status to its precarious summit,
we, the labeled, stand.
Tattooed on their hearts,
the very difference they despise
festers, gnaws, eats away at
their pristine homes, designer labeled jeans;
it faces them, that difference.
The difference: nothing.
They, like us, hold beliefs,
ideas, hopes, thoughts
contrary to societal norms.
We wear ours; they hide theirs.
That was a particularly fun piece to write because of what I was thinking about as I wrote it. I came at it from a Christian perspective, I suppose; although, I don’t think that was very evident in the poem. And the person who created the contest made a point that they were angry because of deliberate religious prejudices against them due to some tattoo or another the person had. So I was really pleased and surprised to win the silver medal.
Any thoughts or critiques of the writing? Feel free to let me know. I’m open to hearing your thoughts and opinions.
Since a lot of my poems are rather long and tend to be quite personal (and since I don’t want to take up too much space!), I’ll put a second one out for your viewing pleasure. It’s one I wrote during a particularly dreary winter that seemed to be holding spring back. I think it was sometime in late March or early April, and due to the recent weather, it fits perfectly!
shutters Spring’s light,
fills barren earth,
holds petals captive.
warms no hearts;
spring pushes, resistant
to Winter’s last grasp.
falter in chilling fear,
apparition of Winter
shades in gray.
moves untimely Winter
slowly to the brink,
forces her away.
for one last dance,
hands out, holding
I like writing about the seasons even if it is a bit cliched in poetry. I’ve only got two poems that deal with the seasons, though. The other one is about fall. There’s something poignant about painting pictures of spring and winter in words; there are so many messages you can convey through the words and imagery.
What do you think of that one? It’s not really one of my favorites like “The Difference,” but it is more light-hearted and doesn’t pack a punch like most of my poems.
I looked through several of my poems before picking these. And I have to admit: a lot of my poetry is either religious or emotive and sometimes both. I have one particular poem I wrote recently titled “second best” that might be pretty simple to figure out from the title. Another that’s similar to it and also recently written is “Strong Enough,” a very depressing poem written in particular to a friend.
I’m not really sure what it is about poetry that draws writers to pack it with every negative emotion they feel, but it seems to be the easiest medium for doing just that. And unfortunately, people rarely feel the need to express their joy through writing. (Though there are a plethora of love poems out there, so apparently romance is another good theme in poetry – but I wouldn’t want someone to write an ode to me!)
I’ll go through my poems and see if there are any of the more expressive ones that would potentially be good for putting in another blog post eventually. I actually really enjoy sharing my poetry with people because it’s something I adore. I just tend to be carful about what I show to whom. I guess that makes sense.
Now that I’ve made this more into a journal-style entry, I believe I’ll close by saying that I’d really enjoy any thoughts or comments on my poems. I don’t mind criticism either; though it helps if it’s constructive. 😀
I hope you enjoyed the poems!
(“The Difference” and “Spring,Captive” are both copyright 2010 to Rae Reneau – if you want to repost, please notify me before doing so. Thanks!)Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 4 so far )