Angus Cattle Shower
Well-known member
Well, I'm takign creative writing 20 and have a few poems I needed proof read. I have the first two to three drafts done on these two but I thought that you guys may be able to help me polish them.
We were told that it didn't need to rhyme and the syllables didn't need to match, and we were to write one anyway we liked like that, and one in stanza form like that.
The first is called The poet. Our topic to write about was what do we see whan we first hear the word poet.
I can write
words on paper
and be called a poet.
So can you.
We can be
broke
scraggly
and
drink cheap coffee.
We can
be desperate
and not shave
for weeks.
But
we are
poets.
Secondly, we were to write about a personal action, like running, biking, or even a handshake. I wrote about a hug, and I need a title for this one still.
A squish, a squeeze
A common act of love
A grasp of arms
Sent from above
When arms extend
And spread joy about
It may just depend
Whether you’ll doubt.
A flicker of an eyelid
Starts the tumble of a tear
Now a raging downpour,
A delivery will soon be here
Because it is coming
From an angel on earth
Expressmail really can’t,
Just doesn’t work.
There it sits,
A cream coloured package
Cloaked in toque and mitts
In place of the golden halo.
How you may ask,
How did you know?
It’s quite simple my friend,
A small birdy told me so.
A squish, a squeeze
A common act of love
A grasp of air
Straight from above
When arms extend
And spread joy about
It may just depend
If you’re going to doubt.
I didn't put much punctuation in there, copy the poem and add it where you think it should go.
Thanks,
Alex.
We were told that it didn't need to rhyme and the syllables didn't need to match, and we were to write one anyway we liked like that, and one in stanza form like that.
The first is called The poet. Our topic to write about was what do we see whan we first hear the word poet.
I can write
words on paper
and be called a poet.
So can you.
We can be
broke
scraggly
and
drink cheap coffee.
We can
be desperate
and not shave
for weeks.
But
we are
poets.
Secondly, we were to write about a personal action, like running, biking, or even a handshake. I wrote about a hug, and I need a title for this one still.
A squish, a squeeze
A common act of love
A grasp of arms
Sent from above
When arms extend
And spread joy about
It may just depend
Whether you’ll doubt.
A flicker of an eyelid
Starts the tumble of a tear
Now a raging downpour,
A delivery will soon be here
Because it is coming
From an angel on earth
Expressmail really can’t,
Just doesn’t work.
There it sits,
A cream coloured package
Cloaked in toque and mitts
In place of the golden halo.
How you may ask,
How did you know?
It’s quite simple my friend,
A small birdy told me so.
A squish, a squeeze
A common act of love
A grasp of air
Straight from above
When arms extend
And spread joy about
It may just depend
If you’re going to doubt.
I didn't put much punctuation in there, copy the poem and add it where you think it should go.
Thanks,
Alex.