PDA

View Full Version : Bonus Exercise: Exercise 11.5 - Poetry


SFFWorld.com
Home - Discussion Forums - News - Reviews - Interviews

New reviews, interviews and news

New in the Discussion Forum


Pages : [1] 2 3

JRMurdock
August 6th, 2004, 01:01 PM
I saw it posted once before and thought it was a great idea. Poetry.

Many fantasy books have either lyrical prose or songs within the story. Here's your chance to exercises those word muscles. Break out your thesarus and go to it.

I'm not going to place a word limit on this exercise as poetry is generally short to begin with, I'll just ask that you use your common sense when posting.

SubZero61992
August 6th, 2004, 01:04 PM
Okay, I made this a few months ago.

Dancing in the SunSet

I just cant let go
every minute she comes to and fro
I feel like I'm dancing
Dancing in the SunSet
ever since we first met

But the day will come
Together we will sit and hum
When I die the day will be
Just what I'm waiting for
To see she

So here I am
Dancing in the Sunset
Waiting for my Death Day
As if a child waits for their Birthday.

World Builder
August 6th, 2004, 05:23 PM
poetry really isn't my thing, but I'll post a little something I wrote as the epigraph for a short-short fantasy story (more stream of conscious than a story), called "The Fall of Torgadarn."

The fortress called unconquerable.
The walls deemed unassailable.
The mountain thought unshakable.
But Galbraith's spirit, unstoppable.

Expendable
August 6th, 2004, 07:25 PM
I'm working on the other exercises, so here's "New Years Door".
-------------------------------------------------------------
The birth of a new year
Celebrated beneath my feet.
Glasses clanked and music thumped
Yet somehow I fell asleep.
It was only for a moment,
When a door I've never seen
Creaked open and eyes stared out at me.
"No time! No time!" a tiny grandma cried,
Tottering out from behind the gloom.
"The new year is almost on us," she scolded,
"We got to clear this room!"
Tall and short I dimly saw
As they poured out from that door,
Their tiny hand took my things
Even my smelly socks lying on the floor!
But before I could complain,
Softly gleaming ghosts
Silently took each and every place.
I reached out to touch one
But the grandma slapped my hand.
"What's left is just for looking,"
And she smiled a little sad.
"Hurry now, we're running out of time!"
She scolded as they began to push my bed.
"It won't fit," I cried,
but they only pushed some more.
At One there was a thump
And I tumbled to the floor.
Party horns were blowing
And I tried to clear my head.
Everything was where they were
When I had gone to bed.
But for a moment I thought I saw
Behind me in the gloom
A door closing where none had been....

theredpen
August 7th, 2004, 03:11 PM
Lump of amber on a stony beach
Glacial wind whips past lone figure
Golden depths reveal
Memories of green

Richardb
August 9th, 2004, 12:15 PM
In the interests of the excercise, and thinking about a rainy weekend...

Here is one penned on the moment:

Titans dancing
In the heavens above.
Stomping for pleasure,
And weeping for love.
For the mortals below,
They caper and play
Celebrating those lives,
That last but a day.

Hereford Eye
August 9th, 2004, 02:54 PM
Titans dancing
In the heavens above.
Stomping for pleasure,
And weeping for love.
For the mortals below,
They caper and play
Celebrating those lives,
That last but a day.

Sir: question please? If the period behind love were to be removed then the Titans would care for the mortals who die while they, the Titans, do not. OTH, with the period in place, then the mortals are capering celebrating the shortness of their lives. Aren't they short only in comparison to the Titan life span so that the final line is from the view point of the Titans?

At any rate, in the interest of equal opportunity, I offer:

Ten fingers are allotted to ordinary folk,
All together and in total number.
Ten more fingers, one at a time, a gift or a yoke
To the will of a half-mad mummer?

Ten children matured into his cannon fodder
To assault a king he vows to slay.
The Hunterís judges now aid their mummer prod or
Watch a game they do not choose to play.

Richardb
August 9th, 2004, 03:23 PM
LOL...
That's why I need an editor. I write quickly and rarely with any real planning, but mistakes do happen. Yes, the period breaks the poem at the wrong time!
Titans dancing
In the heavens above.
Stomping for pleasure,
And weeping for love
For the mortals below,
They caper and play
Celebrating those lives,
That last but a day.

That's why I like writing with Holbrook... she is much better at writing 'well' than I am! (since you too have written with her).
Me, I just put words to electronic paper in a flurry of action and hope for the best.

Richardb
August 9th, 2004, 03:29 PM
LOL...
That's why I need an editor. I write quickly and rarely with any real planning, but mistakes do happen. Yes, the period breaks the poem at the wrong time!
Titans dancing
In the heavens above.
Stomping for pleasure,
And weeping for love
For the mortals below,
They caper and play
Celebrating those lives,
That last but a day.

That's why I like writing with Holbrook... she is much better at writing 'well' than I am! (since you too have written with her).
Me, I just put words to electronic paper in a flurry of action and hope for the best.
Better yet:
Titans dancing In the heavens above.
Stomping for pleasure, and weeping for love
for the mortals below, they caper and play
celebrating those lives, that last but a day.

Headless men toil through their daily routine,
fearful of all that cannot be seen.
Yet the titan's dance on, their joy unabated,
despite the belief that the magic has faded.

Richardb
August 9th, 2004, 03:35 PM
One last one for the day: (likely proving I should never write when grumpy, and that I am a terrible poet):

I waver between thoughts of reality,
and flights of fantasy.

I keep to myself those thoughts,
however,
to avoid questions I do not wish to answer.

Those spectres of fear,
and misguided hobgoblins that speak to me
whisper quietly only in the privacy of my mind.

Strange though it seems,
I am tired of the endless infliction of reality upon me,
and will extract payment.

Even in my thoughts dangers abound,
and I am most grateful
that thus far
I have always been alone when the dragons come.