ealev's Poetry

[ealev]

Well, I'll put it this way. I hate poetry. I hate reading it, writing it, practically anything to do with it.
However, I often have to do it in English class, and I'm sometimes pleased with the results. This one is a favorite.

Spoiler: Metaphor Poem

I am a city, excited, bursting with new ideas and things.
I am a rabbit, always looking for the fast way through or out of something.
I am a computer, entranced by technology, always embedding myself further and further
into the new world...
I am a rock band, loud, bubbling with voices that come spilling out at night.
I am a roller blade, skimming across the surface, never staying in one place.
I am a river, rushing forward, looking for the next think, occasionally going over the edge. I am a mountain, scanning the horizon for new things, filled with mystery, and an
occasional traveler.
I am a newspaper article, filled with stories, never lingering in one area long.
I am a dog, always playing with friends, getting bored easily.
I am a gourmet meal, I am unique, often changing, getting better and better in every way
to expand.
I am fire, I can be quick to flare and start a fight, not wanting to back out of one.
I am a “No Trespassing” sign, reclusive to all but friends, who have access to all I own. I am a bag of Skittles, filled with different personalities that can change from day to day,
week to week.
I am a bicycle, willing to work hard for what I want.
I am a wildflower, growing wild, expanding in every direction, growing, always growing...

Criticism is not appreciated, I hate poetry. Did I mention that?

 

[Shinyshark]

I wrote some myself.

Spoiler: The house at your hand

The house at your hand.

The best side of a coin shines brighter than a star.
You can turn it and twist it and it will still be there.
But money is dangerous, it can hurt you and leave a scar.
People force you to give it away, or maybe even to share.

But I will need that coin, that shiny metal thing.
Jump on that big bird and climb on it's wing.
Stare at the thousands of cities, the millions of land.
but nothing can compare, to the house at your hand.

Spoiler: The things that remind me of you

The things that remind me.

I never really knew you, being nothing but a name.
But you showed me differently, and put that thought to shame.
You taught me what a childhood was and showed me a lot of games.
And when it came down to it, you'd help me achieve link's fame!

The songs echoing in my ear, buzzing fainlty when they're silenced and gone.
The frank sinatra music, the soundtrack of Cave story or Ocarina of time.
And while it will be midnight for you, for me it will be Dawn.

Those are the things that remind me, they remind me of you.
Fortunately, I don't have to think about that, you're not gone and we're still not through.

Spoiler: I've done it all (for you)

I've done it all. (for you)

Got out of bed, sorted my messy hair.
Put on my shirt, my pants and my hat.
Stepped on my bycicle, with a feeling of despair.
The sky is empty, I'm feeling rather bad.

But then I come back from school,
and I do the things I have to do.
And after dinner, when I look forward to talking to you.
You show your face, or atleast your name; and it confirms it...

Know my dear, the girl of my dreams;
I do it for you.

Spoiler: When she's gone but still here

When she's gone, but still here.

Her face is unknown, her pupils could be green.
Her lips could be red or pink, her hair short or tall.
It doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter at all.

To think that she'd be gone, it irks me more than it should.
My heart beats faster when I notice her, faster than it could.
It doesn't hurt me, it doesn't scare me anyway.
I've gone so far, seen so much and lived it everyday.

But when she's not here, it feels empty down inside.
A hollow feeling, like the hole in the ring.
She motivates me, makes me want to do right.
Whenever I notice her, it makes my heart sing.

 

[Prizyms]

One guy makes me miffed
He sets my mind adrift
'Why is this, you say?
Just go on with your day!'
He thinks that I don't even lift.

 

[Danni122112]

When i read the headline I first thought it stood "Ealev's Pottery"

 

[zezmi]

 

[ealev]

ealev's Poetry.

Sorry, but you can make your own threads if you want to share your own poetry.

 

[Zelz]

Funny this. Last night, thoughts were racing through my mind, and I came up with several poems in my head. I forgot them all though.

What you wrote is nice, e-leaf ealev. I used to dislike most (I originally typed that as moist...) literature, but honestly, it's actually pretty awesome.
And, oh my god Shiny. I've loved your poetry ever since you sent me some ages ago. It's fabulous. ;u;

 

[Shinyshark]

ealev's Poetry.

Sorry, but you can make your own threads if you want to share your own poetry.

 

[ealev]

Spoiler: Where I'm From

I am from screens,
from soccer balls and fresh mulch. I am from my busy neighbors.
(rushing out, day and night)
I am from barking dogs,
the skateboarding teenagers whose loud voices distracted many as if they wanted to cause chaos.

I am from ice cream and basketballs, from chicken and fish.
I am from the family trips
and the birthday dinners, from crazy grandparents. I’m from video games
with a runon style
and the many levels completed.

I am from snowdrifts and snowboards, scrambled eggs and hot chocolate. From the dog my grandparents lost to the teeth the pavement stole. These memories, strong but so dim
I am from these moments, not forgotten, but lost to none but my memory,
in which they linger...

 

[ealev]

My english teacher makes us write the strangest kinds of poems.

Spoiler: Object Poem

First it is a flash of light.
And then it is like a soft cloud.
And then it is like a star in a black sky. And now it becomes a beacon in the dark. And now it is a warm winter coat.
And now it is an amusement in a cage. And now I am satisfied.

Spoiler: I Don't Understand

I don’t understand... why we have homework
why video games apparently turn your brain to mush why healthy things taste bad
But most of all...
why married couples often argue
why politics destroy our country
why parents are so complicated
What I do understand is...
why we can’t eat only bad food
why we have to wake up early for school
why I’m getting a low grade in math

Spoiler: Just Because

Just because I’m not a star soccer player.... It doesn’t mean I can’t play well.
It doesn’t mean I can’t hold up my own, either.
It doesn’t mean I won’t be trying out for travel.
Just because I’m playing video games a lot... I’m not incapable of doing other things. I’m not doing bad in school.
I’m not turning my brain to mush.
Just because I’m myself doesn’t mean I can’t change the way I think.

Spoiler: I Remember

I remember playing a flute duet in front of the whole school in fifth grade.
I remember constantly saying, “No!” to everything my sister said, and it really got on her nerves. I remember my dinosaur stuffed animal, which I played with so much my mom had to stitch it
together multiple times.
I remember a special chocolate mousse’ my mom made for Christmas night dessert, which I always looked forward to.
I remember my red D.S., which I played so much, it nearly broke straight in half, which I was so scared about.
I remember wanting an iPad Nano, which I got for Christmas, although I almost never used it. I remember being so scared of spiders, when I saw one, I would scream so loud the whole
neighborhood would hear it.

 

[Undefined User 7]

Ooh, are we sharing poetry? I'm actually a huge fan of it! (But to each their own)

I've been experimenting with Free Verse, a style I personally hate.

Asleep, Awake

Spoiler

I run through the halls,
Breathing heavily, blinking away sweat.
Is this Heaven? Is this Hell?
Who can know and who can tell?

My feet are burned,
I run without delay, without rest,
Is this Heaven? Is this Hell?
Have I climbed to grace or fell?

I am alone, pursued
My mouth is dry with water, my soul is rich with famine
Do I shout? Do I scream?
Can I question what I've seen?

I am fallen to the ground,
I am greeted by an old friend.
Do I shout? Do I scream?
Could this all just be a dream?

Unitate

Spoiler

I am broken, yet am whole.
I have been ridiculed, but am honored.
My body is heavy with sleep, yet I am wide awake.
My wings have been clipped, but I have soared above mountains.

And among the storms of life,
That have shook the rafters of my sanity,
I have not surrendered,
I have not retreated.

And for every lash laid upon my back,
That has stung my soul,
I have grown stronger, my soul, bolder
My heart, more joyous.

I have walked over burning coals,
I have smelled the hideous sulfur,
And yet I am complete.
Among a quiet field of flowers, I am complete.

 

[ealev]

Ooh, are we sharing poetry? I'm actually a huge fan of it! (But to each their own)

I've been experimenting with Free Verse, a style I personally hate.

Asleep, Awake

Spoiler

I run through the halls,
Breathing heavily, blinking away sweat.
Is this Heaven? Is this Hell?
Who can know and who can tell?

My feet are burned,
I run without delay, without rest,
Is this Heaven? Is this Hell?
Have I climbed to grace or fell?

I am alone, pursued
My mouth is dry with water, my soul is rich with famine
Do I shout? Do I scream?
Can I question what I've seen?

I am fallen to the ground,
I am greeted by an old friend.
Do I shout? Do I scream?
Could this all just be a dream?

Unitate

Spoiler

I am broken, yet am whole.
I have been ridiculed, but am honored.
My body is heavy with sleep, yet I am wide awake.
My wings have been clipped, but I have soared above mountains.

And among the storms of life,
That have shook the rafters of my sanity,
I have not surrendered,
I have not retreated.

And for every lash laid upon my back,
That has stung my soul,
I have grown stronger, my soul, bolder
My heart, more joyous.

I have walked over burning coals,
I have smelled the hideous sulfur,
And yet I am complete.
Among a quiet field of flowers, I am complete.

ealev's Poetry.

Sorry, but you can make your own threads if you want to share your own poetry.

._.

 

[radman573]

Eleav, I notice that a lot of your poetry is free verse. Why don't you try to follow some sort of meter next time, you might enjoy it more :D

 

[ealev]

Eleav, I notice that a lot of your poetry is free verse. Why don't you try to follow some sort of meter next time, you might enjoy it more :D

Hehe, yeah. However, as I've stated before, I don't really like poetry. I'm mainly putting in what I had to write in class. However, I have one coming that's more poetic.

 

[davidjl123]

I am a city, excited, bursting with new ideas and things.
I am a rabbit, always looking for the fast way through or out of something.
I am a computer, entranced by technology, always embedding myself further and further
into the new world...
I am a rock band, loud, bubbling with voices that come spilling out at night.
I am a roller blade, skimming across the surface, never staying in one place.
I am a river, rushing forward, looking for the next think, occasionally going over the edge. I am a mountain, scanning the horizon for new things, filled with mystery, and an
occasional traveler.
I am a newspaper article, filled with stories, never lingering in one area long.
I am a dog, always playing with friends, getting bored easily.
I am a gourmet meal, I am unique, often changing, getting better and better in every way
to expand.
I am fire, I can be quick to flare and start a fight, not wanting to back out of one.
I am a “No Trespassing” sign, reclusive to all but friends, who have access to all I own. I am a bag of Skittles, filled with different personalities that can change from day to day,
week to week.
I am a bicycle, willing to work hard for what I want.
I am a wildflower, growing wild, expanding in every direction, growing, always growing...
[/spoiler]
Criticism is not appreciated, I hate poetry. Did I mention that?

"I am" poems? I hate doing those. xD

 

[nitasu987]

Squish squash, sling that slang!
I'm always right back at ya'
Like my..... Boomerang!

#SokkaFan4Life

 

[nitasu987]

ealev why u add to my dislikes

 

[ealev]

ealev why u add to my dislikes

Because I have already asked a few times for people to, if they want to share their own poems, create their own threads.

 

[nitasu987]

o: didn't see that .... XD Sorry buddy, I'm stupid at 6:30 in the morning.

 

[Forest_Knight]

Turns out everyone on blocktopia either likes or makes poetry. Here I thought I was the only one :)

 

[ealev]

Spoiler: Hyperbole Poem

Sometimes I wonder about the sky,
if things out there are truly alive.
If there are other people, unknown things we could not imagine.
Or is it a lie?
Is there nothing, only us, alone?
No.
There must be others, those who traveled out, those who never returned.
And aliens?
Are there more than humans?
What of the largeheaded, greenskinned, gilled creatures?
The creatures who haunt, the things that abduct? Crop circles,
missing livestock.
No,
we are not alone.
There are thousands out there, escaping our attempts of contact. Our millions of attempts,
no response.
And most of all, why?
Or is it all a lie?
Sometimes I wonder about the sky.

radman573
More poetic?

 

[radman573]

Um.... it sort of has a rhyme scheme :D

On the first few lines, might have you continued the rhyme, it would have been more "poetic" if you want to say that poetic means following set guidelines (which it doesn't, that's what makes poetry awesome :D)

There isn't any set meter but that doesn't mean it isn't good. Keep up the good work :D

 

[ealev]

Um.... it sort of has a rhyme scheme :D

There isn't any set meter but that doesn't mean it isn't good. Keep up the good work :D

I honestly can't rhyme well; this is pretty much the closest I'll get.

 

[radman573]

I edited my post above, I didn't mean it in a sarcastic way and sorry if it came to you as that D:

 

[ealev]

Haha, no, it didn't. But really, I honestly can't get more poetic than that.