There were many instances where we ventured out and explored other forms of poetry. You could consider them to be more of ‘one offs’ for the course but, they served a valuable purpose in developing the skills to write these types of poems.

Women

Our Bodies weep

For

The Freedom

To make choices

For our own autonomy

Dating is Tricky

Dating is tricky and foolish,

We should be thankful and polite,

Yet here we are waiting, who wish…

A first date can be fun or hellish.

A few mistakes can be alright,

Dating is tricky and foolish.

And when you think it’s all fruitless

They come along like a bright light…

Yet here we are waiting, who wish…

It’s exhausting for sure when they’re bullish

And moreso when they’re not a delight,

Dating is tricky and foolish.

I think it’s good to refresh in this

Take a break until you feel alright

Dating is tricky and foolish,

Yet here we are waiting, who wish..

My Motorbike

First

Time on a fast motorcycle

Heart

Racing and adrenaline coursing through

Body

As the bike starts moving

Using

The friction zone for balance

Focus

On driving

Not falling

Indescribable

Feelings of pure

Excitement

On that day

Do Stars Truly Align?

All too often do we believe the stars are aligned

We seek that chase, that build of nothing but sweet

Innocence, naivete, and the best of all – the treat

Of a love returned. Yet instead, we are resigned

To a fate of reality. When we must unwind

Our furies and find companionship in the fleet

Of other love spurned women. Ever since we were on the teat

We were taught our value is with men, we were consigned

To this future. To this limited world, yet now we may portray

Our emotions and our violence in a world made of glass.

Our fruits of labor may be no more sizeable than a kumquat

But more vibrant than the richest drop of paint. No ashtray

Color schemes for the women. No longer will men harass

Our value and our lives for their attempt at a shot

My Snake Cloud

I have a small snake who is Cloud

He isn’t very fond of a crowd

I thought he was cute

But he’s mean to-boot

So I bought him a lady, he’s cowed

Sound of a Wave

Swoosh woosh shhh

Shh wooosh shhh

Wooshhh swoosh swosh

Swoosh swoosh shhh

Wwooshh shh wosh

Swishh woosh shhh

Swooshh shhwossh

Woosshhh shh swoosh

Swish swoosh

Woosh

Shhh

Memory Poem

In early 2020, news spread that I didn’t believe yet. I continued to work as if nothing was

wrong, and life would continue as normal. A few months later I found myself trapped inside four walls.

Around 2019 I saw a clear life and path ahead of me, I moved into my second apartment with Josh and all our pets. School was going well for me this year, I had focus and my grades were good.

In 2021 things started to go downhill, my grades were poor. We fought constantly, COVID was getting worse and tensions around the world were growing.

Around 2018, I remember being so happy to move out with Josh. I remember the day in October when we packed the moving truck and struggled to move everything inside our first apartment.

In 2017 I worked at a restaurant where I met Josh, he sat down at the table with his friends and they kept asking questions about me.

On New Years Eve going into 2018 at 1am after I helped finished cleaning the restaurant, he knocked on my car window and asked me on our first date. On January 6th the same year, we went to the 94th floor of the Willis Tower in Chicago. I remember looking at the rows of lights that stretched on as far as we could see.

In 2016 I graduated high school and wondered what my life would look like in my future. I enrolled in college. I bought my first car this year as well while I was working at my first full time job.

Going through 2022, he’s no longer there. I moved back into a home I haven’t known for five years. Life feels like a constant adjustment that never feels quite the same. I bought a motorcycle. I worked on a sleeve of tattoos. I became a licensed insurance agent.

Translation Poem

Translated version:

Demand the lobe a hour of blanket and champagne

The party was to the said who to attend

The ray par the forest, the ray par the mountain

The no plus demand loan of the long time

The marches does young fix sure mess pencil

Sands round vote of the shore, sands enter vacuum brute

Soul income the dose curbs the main courses

Twist and the joy my share comment the nut

The no regard nor lure the sure queue tumble

No the volatile of loan descend the heart flower

And when you travel the meet sure the tumble

The bouquet the hour the bury of flower

Original:

Demain, dès l’aube by Victor Hugo

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,

Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.

J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.

Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,

Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,

Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,

Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,

Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,

Et, quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe

Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.

Field Poem

Dating is tricky and foolish..

We should be thankful and polite…

Yet here we are waiting

Who wish..

A first date can be fun or hellish

A few mistakes can be alright

Dating is tricky and foolish

And when you think it’s all fruitless..

They come along like a bright light

Yet here we are waiting

Who wish

Christlieb

Challenging

Herself to be

Righteous and have

Integrity to

Support

Those who need it while

Living

Inquisitively through a

Educational journey and holding strong to

Beliefs that challenge tradition

College Poem

Paying for classes regardless of cost

Self care is a difficult task to remember

Looking forward to the end of semester

When we can finally go home and rest

Studying improves grades yet time is lost

The stress is a lot, friends make it better

A future contingent on a letter

We all get anxious as we approach the test

Working toward the ultimate goal

High paying job, an American dream

Chores fall by the wayside

The class load takes its toll

I’m about done yet I’m running out of steam

Not everyone wins, doesn’t matter they tried

Mini-Renga on Working

Just got home from work

All I want to do is sleep

Bruh, you got more work

Enjoy, make yourself a drink

Don’t do the whole kitchen sink

This is a fair point

Poetry is relaxing

Or least it might

Wondering why seven lines

Are shorter than the five lines

I’m under contract

It’s our little families

First home together

Is that a good thing for you?

Or is moving hard to do?

It is bittersweet

We so love this country home

It’s too far from home

It will be nice to go home

Family always comes first

We are excited

Of that there can be no doubt

There is much ahead

It’s probably the right choice

Things always tend to work out

Mesostic on Poetry

Writing feelings and turning them into a story worthy of

Remembering

Initially experiencing writers block before

The words begin to flow across the page

In an intricate way that turns to

Noteworthy pieces of art which
Garner attention from peers and poets alike

Pages blank turn dark with ink scratched and crossed

Overnight we write line after line

Every attempt closer to what feels right

Though it is a fight, we make it through

Race the deadline or try again next time

You never know what you might find