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Lovers
By Lauren Simano
She ran her hand through her chestnut hair,
He traced her silhouette with his tide pool eyes.
He drew up her palm, and in the center placed a kiss.
She felt her heart blaze and burn.
Together, they knew of true love;
They would know for all eternity.
The silence stretched on for eternity
As she shook out her coconut-scented hair.
He saw her through the rose tint of love.
She felt her tears pulse behind her forest eyes
Because in her heart she knew of the burn
She felt in her lips after his kiss.
He brought her face to his, her lips to kiss.
He was hers, and she was his, for eternity;
Beyond death for each other would they perish, pine, burn.
She hid her flushed face behind a curtain of hair,
Which he brushed away, so she could look in his eyes
And see the truth of his love.
“Don’t leave me, love,”
He whispered, to be answered with a kiss,
An honest glimmer in her eyes,
And the smile that would light up his eternity.
“Never,” she murmured softly through her hair
As she hid her face again while she allowed her cheeks to burn.
He felt a fire in his chest, the burn
Of his heart as it beat for his love,
And she felt the same. He ran his hands through his hair,
The hands that she stole to kiss.
She watched him, and took her time; she had eternity
To look into his adoring eyes.
And he was perfect in her eyes,
So startlingly perfect, in every cell did she burn
For him, as she would for eternity.
She could hardly bear their love;
She cried with every kiss,
And he wiped away the tears with her hair.
She was the focus of his eyes,
Each beat of her heart was for him; in her chest, a burn.
And they started their eternity.
That was deep Lauren, excellent description, great choice of words for the ending, they fit the topic nicely.
Lauren I absolutely love your poem.
It is well written, and you had a
good choice of those six words.
Nice job!! :)
SUMMER
Taking in the fresh air,
The day has just begun so there is light,
In the clear sky the birds fly,
With white clouds in
The baby blue sky.
I wish this day would never end.
When the day does end,
Their will be a cold wind in the air.
The baby blue sky,
Would turn to the dark not light.
Creatures come in,
The dark of the night where owls will fly.
A robin their babies will fly,
They wish the summer would never come to an end.
With wind whooshing within
The warm air.
The sun so warm the world is bright with light.
Pollen whirling through the beautiful sky.
Leafs from trees reach to the sky.
With limbs that will never fly.
And then there was a light,
Towards the end,
Of the breezy air,
Then the bird came in.
Came to the beach to get some din-din.
They would fly so high in the baby blue sky.
Swaying and waving in the misty air,
Until the end,
Until the end where there was no light.
A big white light,
Would show the tan skin.
There will never be an end,
Thought the birds in the sky,
With wind so calm they could fly,
In the warm smooth air.
Look at the light in that baby blue sky,
With a grin you just might fly,
Until the end I will fly with the warm wind blowing through my hair.
In your arms
See that mountain I must climb,
And climb through the thick woods?
I know that he
Is waiting for me. I'll be safe in
His big muscular arms.
I shall soon be with you, my love.
My dear, your missing a clove!
It must have fallen on my clim.
All that mater to me is that I'm in your arms.
Yes, and you are safe from the the dark woods.
We are meant to be in
Love rather than with he or she.
You know I can't love she,
for you are my only love.
You will always be within
My heart. I loathe that climb
Between you and I, and those dark woods,
For I will always want you in my arms.
I will always be in you arms,
For it was never meant to be with I and he.
The dreadful woods,
draw me closer to you love.
The long hard climb,
Makes my love for you grow within.
My love, you will always be safe in
My protecting arms.
I will never let that climb
Hurt you. Nor will I let the
Woods take you from me, love.
'Tis but trees that make woods.
I know 'tis trees that make the woods,
Its what's found in
The trees that scares me, love.
I never want to leave the shelter of your arms.
Promise me, it's just the
House stairs to climb.
I promise, you'll never have to walk through the woods,
Or make that dreadful climb, for you shall be in,
My arms forever, my love.
Oh my goodness Lauren your Sestina is amazing and I love how simple it is yet it really has a lot of meaning within it. Awesome job.
Lauren, I loved your poem, and I liked how you didn't change the original words. It was so sweet.
That was well done, Katie A (sorry if that offends) but it was well written, and well described
Katie B, your poem makes me crave Summer even more than I already do!
That was a great topic to write about.
Good job! :D
Rachel, I really like your poem.
I like how you repeat "In your arms" a lot. Well done! :)
Katherine Anne, your sestina was full of imagery, it really painted an image in my mind.
I agree with Katie H Rachel how you repeated the line in your arms is very affective throughout your Sestina.
The Seasons Gaze
A quiet night takes the blame
Rivers are ready to burn
It’s water are calm and gentle
The scene is beautiful and serene
You never know what lies within
Throughout the natures gaze
Between a calm winters gaze
Thy winter contains a frozen flame
Frozen water: frozen sin
Because it’s humans time to burn
Nothing left is ever serene
Winter is forever gentle
Spring if now as if is was always gentle
Rain is beyond spring’s gaze
The droplets become evermore serene
This season is never lame
As spring's water is collected in an urn
Like a collection bin.
To the summers eyes that is in
Untimely heat that is never gentle
A heat that which will cry as it starts to burn
What is beyond the summers gaze
Nothing but the summer flame
For summer is a time that is the opposite of serene
Fall the time of harvest and being forever serene
Leaves fall to see the earth within
Time is noting but the blame
They fall ever so gentle
What lies inside of falls gaze
Only time will take that turn
The day has now started to return
The sun shines on the water, beautiful and serene
What lies between daytime's gaze
Something, which should never begin
Daytime will never be gentle
As it takes the blame
As the world starts to burn
All sense of the words gentle, and serene
Is lost in the fires flame like gaze.
Leprechaun/Luck
If you’ve wondered if
Leprechauns are real, look in
A cave in Scotland, you’ll see one on
His pot of gold as
If he was crazy. He guards it
So you wont take his luck.
He has a put of luck
And you would be foolish if
You tried to take it.
Especially if you walked in
And turned on the light as
His rug you were on
If you feel you are high on
Your luck
As
If
You feel enveloped in
It
Don’t bank on it
That it will be on
When you need to be in
With you best of luck,
As if
It was the way it was.
The gold he has,
That’s worth to get it.
He wont give it to you if
Your luck isn’t on
If it is, the cold you can pluck
And your pocket will be filled from within.
So if you make it in
His cave as
He is leaving, you are in luck
Just run on
In and take it, don’t wonder “what if?”
Don’t try lookin’ for it
People will look at you as if drugs you were on
And your luck will become sanserif.
Lauren, you sestina is moving. I really liked the way you used the same words instead of changing the ending....AWESOME!!!!!!!!
She pleaded with her mother to be able
To attend the party, by debate.
Her mom said “no” she couldn’t go
With something she didn’t like her attitude turned acetous,
And then to ask her father.
Oh but dear father
Why should I be unable
To go to the party, I’ll take the bus
Don’t worry I’ll hang with Cousin Nate
If things go bad I’ll just call
And forget about my ego.
Now Sally I was a kid long ago
I met your mother, god I love her
She was short and I was tall
But my parents said I wasn’t able
To be responsible and take her on an appropriate date.
I didn’t care about them, only us.
But Dad she said, with her attitude acetous
All I want is to go
Its not anything like a date
Oh please dear father
I’m sure his parents will be able
To make sure nobody runs into the wall.
Why don’t we go to the mall?
We’ll take the bus
We could write a fable!
If you want to go,
With your dear father
Maybe you could even invite your bff Kate
So She, her dad, and Kate went on a date
The left without her brother
Piled on the buss
Brought back memories from long ago
And started writing a magnificent fable.
Once the stars started to fall, the hopped on the bus,
Her father did state “ This boosted my ego”
So that night, together the had fun and finished their evening watching cable.
Lauren, I really like how you didnt have to change any of your words. Your sestina is also awesome.
The fish The frog and The swan
look at that lake
look at those fish
look at these swans
look at this frog
i think i will go for a swim
in the lakes beautiful water
the lake has the bluest water
i can't wait to swim in this lake
here i go for a nice swim
maybe i'll swim with the fish
maybe i'll swim with the frog
or maybe i'll swim with the swan
oh that beautiful swan
swimming in the water
and jumping in the water is the frog
everyones swimming in the lake
especially the fish
everyones going for a swim
i wonder what will happen on this swim
hopefully i'll swim with the swan
or with the fish
in the depths of the water
in the lake
oh! and i can't forget about the frog
oh that bumpy frog
who is taking a swim
in this gorgeous lake
almost as gorgeous at the swan
swimming on top of the water
and swimming on the bottom is the fish
that colorful fish
that you see under the frog
but their all in the water
all taking a swim
but stopped did the swan
well, at least their all in the lake
i'll swim in the lake with the frog, fish, and swan
we'll all take a swim
in this beautiful lake
Katie, I really like the way that your sestina brings across the feeling of summer.
Katherine Anne, Your poem is great. I enjoyed reading it. I really enjoyed the part where you say "whooshing" because it is awesome!
Rachel, your sestina is very sensitive and dramatic. I can relate to that, not wanting to leave someone’s arms and feeling safe, not wanting to face the rest of the world. Your poem is absolutely lovely, I love the last two stanzas before the envoi, when you say that it is only trees that make the woods, but she is scared of what is in the trees. Your poem is simply amazing.
Katie, your sestina paints a picture of a gorgeous summer day, and you can see the robins flying around freely. I like how you said “Came to the beach to get some din-din,” because obviously it’s dinner, but I like how it fits into your poem better. I really, really love the part where you put “Until the end, Until the end where there was no light.” The repetition is effective and you can see the day coming to a close beautiful.
Leprechaun/Luck
If you’ve wondered if
Leprechauns are real, look in
A cave in Scotland, you’ll see one on
His pot of gold as
If he was crazy. He guards it
So you wont take his luck.
He has a put of luck
And you would be foolish if
You tried to take it.
Especially if you walked in
And turned on the light as
His rug you were on
If you feel you are high on
Your luck
As
If
You feel enveloped in
It
Don’t bank on it
That it will be on
When you need to be in
With you best of luck,
As if
It was the way it was.
The gold he has,
That’s worth to get it.
He wont give it to you if
Your luck isn’t on
If it is, the cold you can pluck
And your pocket will be filled from within.
So if you make it in
His cave as
He is leaving, you are in luck
take it
Just run on
In and take it, don’t wonder “what if?”
Don’t try lookin’ for it
People will look at you as if drugs you were on
And your luck will become sanserif.
The Seasons
The rain feels cold in the refreshing time of spring
I can feel the warming sun of summer
The wind nips at my skin in autunm
The silvery snow sends shivers through me in winter
How I love the months the present me with the heat
And how I dread the unfriendly cold
Counting down the days in the cold
I fell in love with our time in the spring
Making the day last in the heat
My short haven of days in the summer
I can wait for the winter
The time we have in the leaves, so short during autunm
So many colors flutter from the heights; autunm
And how they wrinkle in the cold
And our flowers do die; winter
Blooming flowers do grow here though indeed; spring
Our trees s green in the mountains; summer
Amorous, I am with the heat
You my child love to fly in the air.
Our arms are where you love to rest in.
Everything you do my dear is a test.
Ready to learn everything you are able.
To be funny you act like an ape.
I always wonder where you're at.
I love to dress you warm as a cat.
You have short, brown hair.
Your blanket is your cape.
No matter what you're my kin.
You love to climb on the table.
You're always in a contest.
I can't wait to see your first test.
I'll always help you put on a hat.
Early mornings you and me watch cable.
To not see you grow would not be fair.
You're oh, so thin.
I love to watch you eat a grape.
You love yo play with the tape.
It seems you always want a contest.
Don't ever get cut by a fishes fin.
You'll be my baby boy even when your fat.
You love to sit in a chair.
I'll love to read you a fable.
You love to do what you are able.
I'll help you make a real cape.
You don't always think I'm fair.
I'll help you study for your test.
You've worn your pants as a hat.
I'll try and help you with what is in.
I love to help with your dressin'
When you're bigger you can sit on the table.
I love wherever your at.
I'll help you pick out a grape.
You're my biggest test.
I'll always help you fly through the air.
You're a very able ape.
I'll help you win at a contest.
You can always fly in the air.
i really like your poem and that its about to people in love. its a very good topic, good job!
---Lauren
Lauren: I love your sestina!!! It's very descriptive. I feel like I'm watching what is going on!
Rachel: I love it! It's very descriptive. Makes me want to have a guy waiting for me.
Teasha, I liked how you described each of the seasons. Also I liked how you incorporated your feelings for the summer
The liquid, thick and wet, dripped. The smell of blood.
A man standing there, his face pale.
Her hair, falling in thin strands, the color of red.
The open field, the battlefield they were standing in.
Pointed teeth bared, deadly sharp.
The thin blade angled at her.
A sinister grin as he faced her.
as panic crashed down on her, like a flood.
His pure white sword, pointed at her, dangerously sharp.
Her scarlet hair whipping about in the gale.
The wind chilling her from within.
The ground below their feet was stained a dark red.
His eyes were strange, black and yellow. his insanity was flared.
The grin never leaving his pale face as he strides towards her.
The field was getting dark, the field they were in.
It lingered in the air, the thick scent of blood.
His grin was still there, his blade still there, his sword of pale.
His glance was sharp.
Her fangs f pale, shiny white were sharp.
Her face was stained in the color, the color red.
Her blue eyes against her red hair made them pale.
Rage was within her.
Making all emotions flood.
Her passion within. Her life within.
Her love was also within.
Her love was like a harp.
Her feeling for the other was like a flood.
A mix of joy and being scared.
Scared of the man in front of her.
Joy for the man in front of her, his face ever so pale.
The man with his face so pale.
Still grinning in the field they were in.
He wanted to love her
He still had his sword in his hand, so sharp.
Its blade stained red
From her blood.
In the field they stood, his blade sharp.
Her hair of bright red
Red like the field stained with blood
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Lauren, your poem is really good. I really like the 5th stanza.
Rachel, your poem is also really good. I can really relate to it.
I am just too tired
We should still be together
It is too easy for you to forget
And now I am not wanted
All I can do is wish
That we are not over
I still invite you over
I just want to forget
Crying has made me tired
I hate seeing you two together
It hurts not feeling wanted
but that was your wish
We aren't together
that was not my wish
It was not what I wanted
but you got tired
Now we are over
How can you just forget?
If I could make a wish
You two would be over
Then we could be together
Never again would you forget
I'm feeling a little tired
that's probably what you wanted
You were all I ever wanted
How did I make you tired?
I never get my wish
I can tell because we are over
I just can't forget
We belonged together
Eventually when I forget
That you were what I wanted
This will finally be over
Your wish will be granted
We won't be together
And I will still be tired
I wish I wasn't tired
I want to forget we're over
Not together, and never again wanted
Haha Lauren omg I seriously thought that your sestina said chest hair, that just made my day. I guess i have a wonderful imagination.
I like Katie B's the one about summer, it made me long for summer. I can't wait until it gets here finally. Oh jeez.
Quietly she opened the door
The words had hit her like a club
Wordlessly she put her jacket on
And grabbed her keys in the shadow
Of the hall, went out to her
Car, drove to the bar, and went in.
The pulsing music within
Assaulted her ears as she walked through the door
She wished they would play another
Song as she sat down in the club
Over her eyes fell a shadow
As she thought of that one person
“Do you know where obsession
Hides its feelings?” his grin
Made light of the question, yet a shadow
In his eyes, like an open door,
Revealed more as they walked up to the club,
So long ago now, together
His words were often a cipher
Sometimes not much to go on
It was the same that night at the club
His words made no sense, their meaning hidden within
He told her to forget it as he walked through the door,
His smiling face cast in shadow
And it was in shadow
That she remained, her
Thoughts held behind a locked and barred door
She wondered what was going on
What was the meaning in
Those words spoken as they entered the club?
Now she understood as she sat in the club
Her face cast in shadow
Just like his had been, shadow again
She hadn’t seen him since, now with her
Enlightenment she wondered about his opinion
Of the world- had he closed the last open door?
Caress the one, the shadow-
Flower, doorway to her
Sins, guarded with a club
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