Villanelle
Post your villanelle here. Remember, it's all about the repetition and the rhyme...Here's a sample.
posted by Ms. Clapp @ 10:07 AM
23 comments
Post your villanelle here. Remember, it's all about the repetition and the rhyme...Here's a sample.
posted by Ms. Clapp @ 10:07 AM
23 comments
23 Comments:
Procrastination
by Samantha Saggese
Why must I wait ‘til the end of the day?
When the sun starts to set and my eyes begin to close
Only for a few moments on my bed I will lay
My mother always said, start your homework right away
Such wise and truthful words she once chose
Why must I wait ‘til the end of the day?
Yet time and time again, to myself I say
I’m much to strong to let myself doze
Only for a few moments on my bed I will lay
It is not my health but my history grade that will pay
When I lay myself down with my pillow to my nose
Why must I wait ‘til the end of the day?
I reason with myself that a half hour is okay
To wait until I start reading piles of prose
Only for a few moments on my bed I will lay.
Let me learn from my mistakes, to god I pray
Just start my homework early and wash my clothes!
Why must I wait ‘til the end of the day?
Only for a few moments on my bed I will lay.
What Gives?
by Kaela Bryan
Oh, I never know what to write!
Even with a pretty landscape before me,
No inspiration will strike - am I just too uptight?
Or is it that I am looking in the wrong places?
Could it be that all of that is only folly?
Oh, I never know what to write!
Is it truth or lies that good subject matter resides
in nature? The lack of it makes me want to fight.
No inspiration will strike - am I just too uptight?
Some say food can trigger a thought. So I sit with a granola bar
I bought and (dot dot dot) nothing! My brain must be pretty airtight.
Oh, I never know what to write!
Is it that I have to relax more, wait for an open door?
Is it that I try too hard? Should I try to be like a kite?
No inspiration will strike - am I just too uptight?
I don't know why, but it's always the same.
I end up staring at my computer screen, and pacing around my house, hands above my head.
Oh, I never know what to write!
No inspiration will strike - am I just too uptight?
She’s too young
By Monika Bashllari
I remember I tried not cry when she let my hand go.
Her grip loosened with each second that passed by.
I watched her slowly slip away into another world.
She’s too young to have lost they would say.
I remember I tried not to cry when he let my heart go.
His love had perished while mine was just beginning to bloom.
I watched him as he turned his back to me and walked away.
She’s too naïve to have lost they would say.
I remember I tried not to cry has they told me they had to let me go.
Lying on a bed of white sheets, with no more care in the world.
I watched them pass by me saying
She’s too young to die.
Success
by Jean Messeroux
Failure is not an option, they tell you
Yet failure is inevitable.
When you fail, what will you do?
Some become weak, as if having the flu
From the pressure for success..
Failure is not an option, they tell you
Others have trouble making it through
Defeated by failure.
When you fail, what will you do?
There are also those who feel success is overdue.
Restless until they meet their goals
Failure is not an option, they tell you
Failure will happen, know this is true.
Yet it is all about your reaction,
When you fail, what will you do?
Will you give in to failure, too?
Or will you persevere for greatness?
Failure is not an option, they tell you
When you fail, what will you do?
Stuck
by Debbie Ly
I find myself in a cage
My eyes open, and I see a white expanse
I dreamed a dream, bewitched by age
The white turns into the color of sage
Night has fallen before day begins, without a glance
I find myself in a cage
I dreamed of life without a wage
Life that breathes chance
I dreamed a dream, bewitched by age
I’ve thrown done the gage
The light shines, guiding me towards the entrance
I find myself in a cage
I turn with the page
But the page does not want to turn, it keeps its stance
I dreamed a dream, bewitched by age
I could have fought back in rage
Against the dance of the hypnotic prance
I find myself in a cage
I dreamed a dream, bewitched by age
Oh, Pineapple
By JScib
Oh, pineapple where have you gone?
In my belly where they can do you no harm?
Did you disappear with Alderaan?
You were bright yellow and healthy green sitting on that lawn
Waiting to be chosen and saved from that smelly farm.
Oh, pineapple where have you gone?
Let’s eat it on the ride home said Shawn,
But I grabbed his hand, taking his knife to disarm.
Did you disappear with Alderaan?
Arriving home close to dawn
After stalling in front of a fawn
Oh, pineapple where have you gone?
Leaving the car with a yawn,
Heading up the stairs Shawn really turned on the charm.
Did you disappear with Alderaan?
You were as beautiful as a swan,
If we didn’t eat you we’d belong in the funny farm
Oh, pineapple where have you gone?
Did you disappear with Alderaan?
How do I want to spend my life?
Perhaps I will sit and play games.
Will I someday be his wife?
I believe our love could remain rife.
Please help me, answer me James.
How do I want to spend my life?
If he wishes, we could move to Fife.
To him I am perfect, or so he claims.
Will I someday be his wife?
It may be hard, but we could beat the strife.
Together, lets build the frames.
How do i want to spend my life?
We could live like animals among the wildlife.
One day I could pick out our childrens names.
Will I someday be his wife?
Does he see me as just a lowlife?
Will the solution be in the flames?
How do I want to spend my life?
Will I someday be his wife?
No Room For Excuses
Jenna Delaney
If you’ve got problems with romance
Because you’re not that bold,
Shut up, get up, and dance!
“Get yourself a pair of flashy pants!”
Is what I’ve always been told,
If you’ve got problems with romance.
Pretend your shoes are filled with ants,
Or that your legs are cold.
Shut up, get up, and dance!
Don’t leave this moment all to chance!
You’ve got to take a hold
If you’ve got problems with romance.
Why stay at home and water your plants?
Do that when you get old!
Shut up, get up, and dance!
Whether you’ve learned the moves from your aunts,
Or the best lessons ever sold,
If you’ve got problems with romance,
Shut up, get up, and dance!
Down the street
By Matt
While I was walking down the street,
I looked down and picked up a dime.
Oh, the craziness you’ll meet.
Yesterday I had to stop to greet
a man to ask for the time.
While I was walking down the street.
I walked faster and faster looking down at my feet
The man was in fact a mime!
Oh, the craziness you’ll meet.
I think he was making a house made of wheat
I hope his intention was not to climb.
While I was walking down the street.
Maybe he would get a better hold wearing a cleat?
Or perhaps he just had an alcoholic lime..
Oh the craziness you’ll meet.
If I don’t stop talking to myself, I might get beat.
Crap, I’m out of words to rhyme,
While I was walking down the street,
Oh the craziness you’ll meet.
Basketball
By Ravi Pandey
Basketball is the greatest of all sport.
Running up and down with an orange ball
Be ready before you set foot on the court
Four on four, Five on five, you need support
People who are fast, people who are tall
Basketball is the greatest of all sport
When playing, don't go into the backcourt
or the game will stall
Be ready before you set foot on the court
Defending your basket is like defending a fort.
Anyone from the opposite team approaches, you must be a wall.
Basketball is the greatest of all sport.
If a shot is what you must resort
Pray that the shot will fall
Be ready before you set foot on the court
Although the games are short,
There is no need to bawl
Basketball is the greatest of all sport.
Be ready before you set foot on the court.
Cats at 3 AM
By: Midori Dowdie
At 8pm I close my eyes for the night
But as my eyes close my cats decide to play
I cover my ears with my pillow tight
The annoyance is as if i forgot to turn out the light
I kick my cats out but they remain at bay
Its as if my door is their enemy and they want to fight
My toes under the covers, they bite
I have school in the morning, and for this they will pay
I should have got just one cat, man mom was right
Stiff in my bed, no sleep, and light
I should have kept the door locked to keep them away
My level of anger is brought to a new height
When my cats knock my water over Im ready to fight
I hop out of bed and instead I decide to pray
Impossible to catch, I say goodnight
If I want to wake up in two hours I must do whats right
Leaving my room is the only decision to get my way
I uncover my head and wake up to the morning light .
Two whole hours of sleep, man what a night!
Passing the Time
I’ve never been good at creating a rhyme
It seems so unauthentic, and a lot to ask
Structure pulling the string like a mime.
Yet if you were to give me a dime
I’d surely but on a nice little mask
I’ve never been good at creating a rhyme
Yet if I were to have a lot of time
To create lots of glory to bask
Structure pulling the string like a mime.
Perhaps if you gave me a thousand lime!
Or a very expensively filled flask
I’ve never been good at creating a rhyme
My mind is approaching its prime
Adept at solving any task
Structure pulling the string like a mime
I’m almost approaching the end of the climb
A starch end that’s only filling the mental cask
I’ve never been good at creating a rhyme
Structure pulling the strings like a mime
Change
by Carlos Perez
This is not just a phase,
Today is a different day.
I keep wondering of what the future lays.
My mind becomes a maze
With many sharp corners where I lose my way.
This is not just a phase.
My mind keeps changing it's ways.
Do I like blue? Green? Or even Grey?
I keep wondering what the future lays.
I begin to hate Thursdays and love mondays
And love traffic on the highway.
This is not just a phase.
I start to think of the nasty yet delicious donut glaze
And all the boring insrtuments I wanto to play.
I keep wondering what the future lays.
I look up at the sky with a daze
On how my life keeps changing it's way.
This is not just a phase.
I keep wondering what the future lays.
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You scared me when I laid my eyes on you
When you didn’t understand you turned to me asked for help
Don’t get me wrong you weren’t scary like boo.
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I didn’t scream of even yelped too.
When you didn’t understand you turned to me asked for help
You scared me when I laid my eyes on you
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I didn’t scream of even yelped too.
When you didn’t understand you turned to me asked for help
Don’t get me wrong you weren’t scary like boo.
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I didn’t scream of even yelped too.
When you didn’t understand you turned to me asked for help
You scared me when I laid my eyes on you
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I didn’t scream of even yelped too.
When you didn’t understand you turned to me asked for help
Don’t get me wrong you weren’t scary like boo.
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I didn’t scream of even yelped too.
When you didn’t understand you turned to me asked for help
You scared me when I laid my eyes on you
Don’t get me wrong you weren’t scary like boo.
Struggle
By Cynthia Antenor
Why must this always happen?
I let myself down everyday
And I never seem to learn my lesson
I should approach things in a different fashion
But everything ends up in the same exact way
Why must this always happen?
I have allowed myself to slacken
Due to delay
And I never seem to learn my lesson.
My surroundings begin to darken
As my eyes come to a close when I lay
Why must this always happen?
When all becomes rotten
I try to assure myself that everything will be okay
,And i never seem to learn my lesson.
I do not recognize myself all of the sudden
As i am devoured by dismay.
Why must this always happen?
And I never seem to learn my lesson.
Betty
By Nicole Johnson
She was there all my life,
but now she's left me,
I miss her face.
She was old and it was time,
but still her I need.
She was there all my life.
And with time I shall be fine,
it was time indeed,
I miss her face.
She left without a line,
not the goodbye that I need.
She was there all my life.
Hopefully soon I'll be fine,
without the soup us she used to feed,
I miss her face.
She left without a line,
thats all I'll ever need.
She was there all my life,
I miss her face.
Unconditional
My Love for you is unconditionally
We should run away together and never look back
The way you stare at me so seductively
My heart begins to beat so heavily
My mind is so off track
My love for you is unconditionally
Those other dudes don’t understand me clearly
No one can give me that feeling when our eyes attract
The way you stare at me so seductively
I can surely
Say that you give me what I lack
My Love for you is unconditionally
I think of you daily
You tend to get me sidetrack
The way you stare at me so seductively
The word hate doesn’t apply
Let’s make history like Barrack
My Love for you is unconditionally
They way you stare at me so seductively
Do Not Leave Me Without Some Tea
By Alexandra Mazarakis
Because there is something wrong with me
I feel as though I must tell my class
I will never get to drink my tea.
Though I know that tea brings glee,
My tea remains undrunk alas,
Because there is something wrong with me.
To get my tea, I will climb a tree
But since my personality still has sass
I will never get to drink my tea.
To buy my tea, I will go on a spree
Until- impossibly- my cravings I surpass.
I will never get to drink my tea.
And, O tea, your warmth brings me
An instant flavor and sound of brass.
Because there is something wrong with me
I will never get to drink my tea.
Food Court
By Phedorah Rosiclair
It's Tuesday, noon, and I'm sitting at the food court.
Old people play chess, first names known down to a science.
In a store window, under clothing racks a boy makes his fort.
In a train all species rock and sway all different colors, shapes and warts.
In the plaza the wind and plastic bags dance because
It's Tuesday, noon, and I'm sitting at the food court.
In an airport, black slugs are rolled around waiting to take flight with reliance,
all a reflection, a clue. And as Glasses and Toes take flight,
In a store window, under clothing racks a boy makes makes his fort. .
Baby turtles with shells like bort,
make there way to the unexplored universe upside down.
It's Tuesday, noon, and I'm sitting at the food court.
Two water lovers smile in the the ocean, the sun giving the ocean sport,
rays ribboning around them, I see this in the fish tank of a pet shop, as
In a store window, under clothing racks a boy makes his fort.
I watch a women sitting, her thoughts she wished to sort,
at the ugly beauty or rather the beautiful inconsistencies.
It's Tuesday, noon, and I'm sitting at the food court.
In a store window, under clothing racks a boy makes his fort.
My Crazy Cat
By Olivia Pagliccia
My cat is quite nuts.
She tried to kill me,
She slashes and cuts.
A game she conducts ,
To attack joyfully,
No ifs, ands or buts.
Batter up, she bunts.
Swinging viciously
Bad for me oh shucks.
My bedroom door shuts,
To scratch me you see,
Making me a klutz.
I am who she hunts,
Unfortunately,
That little cute mut.
Shes meowing and grunts,
As she plays with glee.
Shes got a lot of guts,
Even though shes nuts.
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Beyond the door the snow emerges.
A peaceful night would not extend into the day
Soft, powder- like snow glistening in the light.
When you wake you stretch ,yawn and rise to your feet
And then quickly realize you must turn the t.v. on.
Beyond the door the snow emerges.
Doubt creeps up; English is not complete
The reporter on the news called for snow early on
Soft, powder- like snow glistening in the light.
“Malden school closed” - that would be sweet!
I think about the homework I should have drawn
Beyond the door the snow emerges.
No sign of hope as the newscasters begin to leave their seat
The English assignment was only a few pages long.
Soft, powder –like snow glistening in the light.
I try to think what to say to my teacher when we meet
But looking out the window I think the news was wrong!
Beyond the door the snow emerges
Soft, powder-like snow glistening in the light.
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