Poetry

List poem - Relationship between poem and mood

Poetry act many things to my mood.

It gently rolls my mood to a fluffy peace.
It takes a walk with my mood to a calm lake.
It grasps my mood tight flying in center of excitement.
It sends a gift filled with joyous and happiness.
It soaks my mood’s pillow and locks me in a sorrow.
It beats my mood and gives a sandbag of anger!

Poetry is my mood’s best friend.

Narrative poem - Mother

I live in a doorway between two rooms.
In one room, I am a baby,
unable to talk, Have no power,
have no idea about the world.
In my hand, holding a bottle.
I realized that there is always a woman around me
and comes to me whenever I want her.
“Hungry!” I cry, than she refills the bottle
and wipe my massy mouse.
“Sleepy!” I cry, than she sings lullaby
with her soft voice and rocks me in her warm arms
“Ouch!” I cry, than she runs to me in a hurry
with shocking face.
“Mommy!” I cry, than she comes to me
with holding up the open arms to hug me
with a sweet whisper, “I love you” and give a smooth kiss.

I crawl toward to
the other door peaking inside,

There, you see me lying on a bed with my husband,
waking up by hearing a baby’s cry.
“Wah, wah!” than I realize that she’s hungry,
so I refill her bottle and wipe her face.
“Wah, wah!” than I realize that she’s sleepy,
so I sing a lullaby with rocking her in my arms.
“Wah, wah!” than I suddenly notice that something’s
Wrong with her, I get shocked.
“Wah, wah!” than I know that she wants to play with me
so I hug her and whisper, “I love you” and kiss her.

Villanelle - You just started reading this poem

You just started reading this poem right here.
Happy New Year, I take out different calendar from yesterday.
You see how time goes really fast my dear.

Melting the ice and snow, waking up a sleeping bear
Warm air creates spring flowers, “beautiful!” I say,
You just started reading this poem right here.

A big bite of watermelon bombs the hotness in fear.
In a safe refugee made by shades, I complain, what hot day!
You see how time goes really fast my dear.

Trees dye their hair but it depilates soon, sobbing of trees, I hear,
In spindrifts of fallen leaves, for these poor trees, I pray.
You just started reading this poem right here.

Stuck in front of a warm stove, I hardly get up to grab a coat and wear.
Outside, everything white with carols going on, in my pocket, my hands decay.
You see how time goes really fast my dear.

My dear, after realizing that you can’t catch a moment, no tears!
You just finished this poem, like a speed of ray.
You just started reading this poem right here.
You see how time goes really fast my dear.

Sound poem - Rainy day

With dark cloudy sky,
I get my ear to the ground in a rainy day.

Outside, with dark cloudy sky,
People open their umbrella
“fwop”

Outside, with dark cloudy sky,
rain drops hit the
ground, drizzling.

Outside, with dark cloudy sky,
A busy man without umbrella flies for
his destination, stepping,

Outside, with dark cloudy sky,
A little boy with two umbrellas waiting
For his brother who has no umbrella shivers
Rattling.

Inside, in my school,
I write this poem in a warm class
Scratching.

Haiku

Like a cool dandy,
Trees dye their hair even though
It depilate soon.