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Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Does this madrigal work? [ a poem]?” plus 5 more

Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Does this madrigal work? [ a poem]?” plus 5 more


Question: Does this madrigal work? [ a poem]?

Posted: 31 Aug 2015 04:47 PM PDT

"Brahma Kamal"

O rarest beauty dressed in dew
Who slumbers for eternity,
The ancient sea
Of time will make you rise anew
Throw off your cloak of frost,
That beauty might be born though life is lost.

I meditate on mountaintops,
The world revolving endlessly
Is lost on me
Because my waiting never stops
Beside locked chapel doors,
Your heart transports my soul to distant shores.

The parclose trusses hide your face
And spurn my eager, hungry eyes
Your soul is wise
To seal your heart from such disgrace
I'll bow my head and wait
For blissful darshan though the hour is late.

If I could kiss your nodding head,
Grow calm and deep beside a tree
Then I would be
The one I should have been instead
Alas! I sit and burn,
While all about, I feel creation turn.

The temple doors flung wide at last
Your holy essence dressed in blue
And what was two
Is one, the future and the past,
And present in them curled
I find myself in dying to the world.

Question: I need help with this insulting poem?

Posted: 31 Aug 2015 03:25 PM PDT

Make your own poem starting with "his name is_____" in the format of this:
His name is Brandon
He drives a Chevy
He lifts those weights
But they re too heavy.

2nd and 4th line must rhyme but don t necessarily have to be related.

Question: I wrote this poem about OCD, is it good?

Posted: 31 Aug 2015 03:02 PM PDT

River Facklam
Numbers

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
I have to count to stay calm
as I follow behind my boyfriend, Ryan
through the crowd, trying to find Ava.
A V A. Three letters. Three's good.
OCD is also three so therefore good.
Three's a safe number, but seven's better.

Ryan is four letters, four is bad,
but I am Jen, which is three,
so as long as we are together
we're seven. But I still need Ava.
She makes ten letters which is even,
but ten is used for the metric
system, so it will not hurt me.

One, two, three. Three costumed people stare
from the corner of the room, whispering,
(probably about how I'm counting out loud).
I count louder so I can't hear
what they say. A tall girl sips
from a Dasani bottle for eight seconds,
two water droplets sticking to her lips.

I follow Ryan past the fountain, shaken
up by the even numbers I witnessed.
This anime convention is a scary place.
I grab Ryan's hand and try relaxing
but I can't yet. So I count
the linoleum tiles I step on instead.
But counting can't still my mind now.

Finally, I see her long, magenta hair
and I hear her loud, cheerful laugh.
I tug Ryan's hand and we head
towards Ava until I am so close
that I can smell her mango perfume.
Flanked by my two favorite people,
I'm comfortable enough to stop counting.

All the lines have seven words and all the stanzas have seven lines. I thought it would be fun and interesting to do, but I feel like description and word choice suffered.

Question: Does this count as a poem? If not what is it?

Posted: 31 Aug 2015 03:00 PM PDT

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