Post by Amanda Kimmel on Dec 10, 2011 11:47:54 GMT -5
Thanks Milla 
Like I said - I just needed to get into it. I hadn't written a good poem since May.
My two best poems happen to have minimal rhyming, so next week I shall go with that.
Here's one of the two - I wrote this in February and blew my writing professor's (she's a published poet) mind:
This still makes me cry...
Like I said - I just needed to get into it. I hadn't written a good poem since May.
My two best poems happen to have minimal rhyming, so next week I shall go with that.
Here's one of the two - I wrote this in February and blew my writing professor's (she's a published poet) mind:
"Kick The Can"
Family. Friends. The kids on the block.
Four empty soda cans stacked in a pyramid
On our driveway. The play structure in the
Backyard, the woods behind our home
The setting time and time again.
We take off in multiple directions,
Scrambling to find places to hide
We can barely hear the numbers rolled off
Ready or not, one, two, three
We have to hope we don’t get caught
The person who is “It†makes their rounds
One, two, three, it is you I found
Then comes the race, we go back to base
In jail I go, waiting for the cans to fall down
“It†goes back out, searching for more
Girls change shirts, oh whatever for?
One by one, we all are caught
Our last hope, still out in the dark
“It†finally leaves, this is our last chance
The patter of footsteps out in the distance
One, two, three, it is you I see
He kicks the cans… and we all are free
Family. Friends. The kids on the block.
Four empty soda cans stacked in a pyramid
On our driveway. The play structure in the
Backyard, the woods behind our home
The setting time and time again.
We take off in multiple directions,
Scrambling to find places to hide
We can barely hear the numbers rolled off
Ready or not, one, two, three
We have to hope we don’t get caught
The person who is “It†makes their rounds
One, two, three, it is you I found
Then comes the race, we go back to base
In jail I go, waiting for the cans to fall down
“It†goes back out, searching for more
Girls change shirts, oh whatever for?
One by one, we all are caught
Our last hope, still out in the dark
“It†finally leaves, this is our last chance
The patter of footsteps out in the distance
One, two, three, it is you I see
He kicks the cans… and we all are free
This still makes me cry...
