Many of the poems in here were made by creativity in using a predetermined vocab bank to work from (the magnetic words that you can buy and stick on the fridge, doors, or magnetic white-boards). This was one of them:
"Jest and lest thee farewell, You! Friend who will question, Light night fair must idle, Please your love where shalt fortune, Ever of myself, I am seemingly with you."
"Mortal woes curse thy maiden, Beseeching the Damned, Melancholy torment only perilous dreams, For every loathsome envy never hath speak, Forswear and manner whatsoever mercy."
You said to “tell all the truth”, But I don’t want to.
You said to “tell it slant” - so I did. I like twisting things, So that they aren’t what they were.
Ms. Emily, They hand us your works, And tell us to learn from them. But when I learned, and used what I learned, They yelled at me. They told me that I have to tell the truth honestly. If they so wanted me to be honest, Then they never would have told me about you – Right?
I learned from you though, And I used what I learned. I didn’t tell him all of it, For the good -- I hope, “Or every man be blind”. If I didn’t tell him all of it, Then is it still telling the truth? Oh Ms. Emily, pray why didn’t you tell me, “With explanation kind”?
“Pray tell me”, “That I may straight begin”. I will tell the truth, But I will tell it slant, And not all of it, Because they didn’t ask for it. They weren’t specific like you.
This must be what was meant when said, “The Truth’s superb surprise”!
"I not part whispering death, delicate spring would never ache. Some weak girl, Not trudge above white winters, Leave a sad shadow behind, Blood still beneath her head."
Many of the poems in here were made by creativity in using a predetermined vocab bank to work from (the magnetic words that you can buy and stick on the fridge, doors, or magnetic white-boards). This was one of them:
ReplyDelete"Jest and lest thee farewell,
You!
Friend who will question,
Light night fair must idle,
Please your love where shalt fortune,
Ever of myself,
I am seemingly with you."
"I am discontent.
ReplyDeleteYou who have poison,
Farewell and yield to death."
"Mortal woes curse thy maiden,
ReplyDeleteBeseeching the Damned,
Melancholy torment only perilous dreams,
For every loathsome envy never hath speak,
Forswear and manner whatsoever mercy."
This is my most favorite poem I've ever written:
ReplyDeleteMs. Emily
You said to “tell all the truth”,
But I don’t want to.
You said to “tell it slant” - so I did.
I like twisting things,
So that they aren’t what they were.
Ms. Emily,
They hand us your works,
And tell us to learn from them.
But when I learned, and used what I learned,
They yelled at me.
They told me that I have to tell the truth honestly.
If they so wanted me to be honest,
Then they never would have told me about you –
Right?
I learned from you though,
And I used what I learned.
I didn’t tell him all of it,
For the good -- I hope,
“Or every man be blind”.
If I didn’t tell him all of it,
Then is it still telling the truth?
Oh Ms. Emily, pray why didn’t you tell me,
“With explanation kind”?
“Pray tell me”,
“That I may straight begin”.
I will tell the truth,
But I will tell it slant,
And not all of it,
Because they didn’t ask for it.
They weren’t specific like you.
This must be what was meant when said,
“The Truth’s superb surprise”!
This one I've written from at least 4 years back:
ReplyDelete"I not part whispering death,
delicate spring would never ache.
Some weak girl,
Not trudge above white winters,
Leave a sad shadow behind,
Blood still beneath her head."
"Vehemence nothing wilt thine mischance;
ReplyDeleteDiscontent naught trifle, yield warrant death.
Haste Lady bestow poison!
Tales quench wicked Lordship;
She tempt her goblet and strike grace!"
What Katana fails to mention is that Miss Emily was the second place prize winner in the Vermont State High School Poetry Contest in 2007!
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