This first poem was supposed to be written to someone, saying something that you couldn't really tell them to their face. I decided to have a little fun with it.
It was a good night
They killed your fish last night.
Not I,
they.
It was at the party we had
while you were gone.
We were taking shots
and dropping bombs
and turning the kitchen into a battlefield
when one of us decided
that your fish
wasn’t having
fun.
Before any of us could act
there we were
surrounding the bowl
laying it under siege
preparing to drop
one last bomb.
So we did
and your fish floated up to the top
in a jaeger filled dream
My second poem was supposed to be a highly descriptive poem. I struggled finding a topic, until I began to think about things I do everyday.
I do this, everyday
Hold them up, right up to your waist,
Acting like they’ve never been there before,
Pretending that they’re new
When in reality they’re your favorite,
Worn out white balancing the blue.
You snap them, watch it crack
Like a whip in front of your eyes
In a vain effort
To make them form fitting
Without a form to fit.
One step in,
It’s a delicate balance
Between the feel of denim
Brushing along your skin
And the pain of a desperate attempt
To pull out
Which is never in time.
Another step,
With that second foot
Poking through to the ground.
One last tug upwards,
To the left
And to the right,
In order to loosen out
Any inconveniences
Gained
My third poem was a poem that was supposed to be modeled after another poem. I choose the poem The Melon by Charles Simic as my inspiration. I'm not going to link to the original since I barely pulled from it, but it's a good read and Simic is a damn good poet. Look it up! This one's my personal favorite of the 3 poems I've written so far.
Strawberries
