I, Tiffany Joy, am a poet. I love sharing poetry with other poetry lovers. I do this on my site and by using the category ‘poetry‘ and also adding this tag to each post.
Clerihew
A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person.
My friends are at the door
but I slipped and hit the floor
through the window they can see
and now they are laughing at me.
Diamante
A Diamante is a seven-lined contrast poem set up in a diamond shape. The first line begins with a noun/subject, and second line contains two adjectives that describe the beginning noun. The third line contains three words ending in -ing relating to the noun/subject. The fourth line contains two words that describe the noun/subject and two that describe the closing synonym/antonym. If using an antonym for the ending, this is where the shift should occur. In the fifth line are three more -ing words describing the ending antonym/synonym, and the sixth are two more adjectives describing the ending antonym/synonym. The last line ends with the first noun’s antonym or synonym.
To make it a bit simpler, here is a diagram.
Line 1: Noun or subject
Line 2: Two Adjectives describing the first noun/subject
Line 3: Three -ing words describing the first noun/subject
Line 4: Four words: two about the first noun/subject, two about the antonym/synonym
Line 5: Three -ing words about the antonym/synonym
Line 6: Two adjectives describing the antonym/synonym
Line 7: Antonym/synonym for the subject
Family
Funny smart
loving, caring, sharing
warm, supportive,distant, cold
hating, harming, hurting
evil stupid
Enemy
Cinquain
Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey. Another form, sometimes used by school teachers to teach grammar, is as follows:
Line 1: Noun
Line 2: Description of Noun
Line 3: Action
Line 4: Feeling or Effect
Line 5: Synonym of the initial noun
I will be doing both, so there will be two poems in this post.
Bacon
yummy, yummy
You better get it fast
it will be eaten up quickly
Bacon
Hacker
someone who knows how to make things work for them
they type read, learn and solve the puzzle of computers
frustrated, weary, but still happy and loving fun
geek, computer specialist, guru, Hacker.
Ballad
A short narrative poem with stanzas of two or four lines and usually a refrain. The story of a ballad can originate from a wide range of subject matter but most frequently deals with folk-lore or popular legends. They are written in straight-forward verse, seldom with detail, but always with graphic simplicity and force. Most ballads are suitable for singing and, while sometimes varied in practice, are generally written in ballad meter, i.e., alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter, with the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyming.
She sat and wondered
looking up at the stars
resting her weary mind
far from the sound of cars
The wind whispered her name
and brought magic to the night
the stars twinkled into shapes
and the stars seemed to burn bright
She sat and wondered
looking up at the stars
resting her weary mind
far from the sound of cars
In this night she was with friends
this night that seemed like a metaphor
She watched it dance by
and wondered if it was actually a lore
She was detached from the night
lost in her mind
Where the stars burn bright
and the heavens unwind.
To continue my write every form of poetry challenge I will be doing an Acrostic.
Acrostic Poetry
Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.
Cheese
Celebrate with me
Happiness is raining down
Ecstasy will befall you when you
Eat this wonderful masterpiece
Soon happiness will be known
Everyone will hopefully eat this wonderful cheese.
This quick poem brought to you by a quote I found. “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” – G. K. Chesterton. I hope you enjoyed my cheesy poem on cheese.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.
A few months ago I tried to challenge myself with writing every type of poetry. I think I wrote about 5 poems for that challenge. I just looked back and did not see them labeled as specific poems and it was over 6 months ago. That being said I decided to start this challenge again. This time I will tell you the type and the definition of it. I will be using ShadowPoetry.com as my poetic dictionary and list.
The first poem is:
Abecedarian Poem
Each line builds with a successive letter in the alphabet. Also referred to as an alphabet poem
A new day starts
Bright is the sun
Cascading light into my room
Do you hear the birds
Echoing in the distance?
Far away are the sounds
Gathering of the morning life
Happy little far away birds
I hear them as the sun cascades light
Just as I wake in the morning.
Kindly they sing me awake
Lovingly the chirp in the distance
Morning has come and I am at peace
Night is no more
Opening my eyes I can see the daylight
Peace washes over me with the bright light of morning.
Quieting the distant birds in my ears
Raising my hope for the new day
Staying in bed
Tangled in blankets
Unwilling to move from my peaceful state.
Very hopeful that my peace will stay
Waiting for reality to set in
X-ing out the dreams in my head
Youth seems to leave me
Zeal for the morning drifts away as the birds fly.
Wow X was hard to do and I wish I woke up like that.
This is a ten-minute creativity burst that I enjoyed writing. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think.
DMV Fairies
7:45 am I walk to the line and start my day-dream as I fill out a form. Fairies fight hungry monsters in the night while the rays of sunshine are on my face as I wait.
8 o’clock visits and leaves while I write the same information over and over. I wait, write, and wrangle answers to questions I hardly care about. I would rather watch the good guys win in my mind and see how fairies can hunt the evil that lies right beneath the surface of society.
No one but a select few know how close the dream world is to our own. No one knows how close they are to being hunted by the evils these fairies face. The evils and monsters that hide imagination away or the vampires who feed on ideas and souls. No, hardly anyone knows of the battle for the unrealistic, but the monsters, vampires, and ghouls all search out to feed with only a few fairies and hunters aware enough to fight and keep us free.
Now it’s 9:30. I am done; with my new paper license and car’s plates I leave the DMV and hope that my creativity always stays near. Now driving away I hope and wish for the fairies to stay near.
If you would like to read more short stories please check out my Portfolio or perhaps you would enjoy watching readings of my work on YouTube.
I am really thankful for my friends today. Nothing major happened. I simply am thankful for them and all the ways they help me be the best me I can be, whether that is apartment search, giving support for my goals, being goofy or answering every question I ask. Friendships are easy to take for granted, and it is easy to not realize how essential friendships are.
That being said, during my ten minutes of creativity today I wrote them a poem. Even though it does not have the words, “thank you” in it, this is my thank you poem to all the people I call friends (family, friend-family, and friends alike).
Why does the sun shine
and the grass grow?
Why does the wind blow
and I breathe?
The answer should be clear.
It is because you are near.
The sun shines bright
and days last longer
when you are smiling,
when you are laughing.
The grass grows greener
and the wind calms the storms for just a bit longer,
when you my friend are living along side me.
Happiness brings the sun out
even on a cloudy day;
the grass grows
even in a drought
when friendship is sought.
I can breathe with ease
because the wind calms the storms
when you stand close.
What a wonderful life
when friendship can be seen.
I just scribbled down a fast poem and wanted to get some feed back. I also like how it came out, so wanted to share it with you, my readers.
She waits, she works
she spins and twirls.
Merrily on her way she goes
in a dance that no one knows.
He paces, he panics
He dashes to run races.
Frantically rushing every where
in a rave that no one knows.
They talk, they listen
They move all about
Sweetly whispering and giggling in the other’s ears
in a life no on really knows about.
I drove home really late last night by myself. While driving I came up with this poem. Let me know what you think.
Black Winged Guardian
Black winged guardian
hiding in the night sky;
watching over your charge
In invisible armor
to match your unseen ways.
Mysterious and strong
staying in the shadows
exactly where danger lurks.
Black winged guardian,
inconspicuous hero,
hiding out of sight
so villains always feel fright
and victims stay alright.
Black winged guardian,
only feeling love unknown
staying in the shadows
staying where you were meant to be.
Powerful and brave,
Mysterious and strong,
Yet unknown and unseen.