Tag Archives: poetry

Don’t compare yourself

Standard

Since beginning university I have been looking at the work of other future writers in my course and comparing myself to their writing. Often it’s a – damn why didn’t I think of that? or, I wish I could write like that? But when you really think about… You shouldn’t ever compare yourself. Take a look at this poem for example:

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, “Don’t put it there,
a head’s no place for underwear!”
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred’s underwear remains.

At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, “Good night! Good night!”
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.

This is a children’s poem that has a lot of humour in it! I wish that I could be funny, but writing humour doesn’t come naturally to me. What does come naturally to me though is emotion and who’s to say that Jack can grab your heart in the same way that I can? So yes, Jack has strong points that I don’t have in my writing, but instead of comparing myself I need to look at what I’m good at!
Advertisements

It’s all too much.

Standard

Over Christmas I had two portfolios of writing to complete along with two essays for university. Now, I don’t mind writing a story here and there but I ended up having to write about seven stories and six poems. Over a short space of time that is a lot of writing. Needless to say, I really struggled. I ended up handing in this as one of my poems:

Writer’s block

Creatively drained – I’ve written and written and written and now my head is sore and empty. The blank page before me is craving doodles and words, but I have none left to give. Past pieces of paper have stolen them all away like burglars of ideas. Oh Facebook, calling out to me, I so wish to play your games, why are you trying to distract me? But the assignment’s due are glaring down at me like I’m a prisoner left with only one choice and that one choice is: to write.

And the lecturer hated it!

Write a poem about…

Standard

So I found these great poem starters on a site called Creative Writing Now which are ideas you can write poems about and some of them I can’t wait to try out such as the one about being underwater. Here they are:

  1. Night-time
  2. A particular color
  3. Being underwater
  4. A person whose life you’re curious about
  5. Your mother’s perfume
  6. Falling asleep or waking up
  7. Growing older
  8. The feeling of getting lost in a book
  9. How to know if you’re in love
  10. A bad dream
  11. A ghost
  12. Your city, town, or neighborhood
  13. An important life choice you’ve made
  14. Spring, summer, fall, or winter
  15. Something most people see as ugly but which you see as beautiful
  16. Jealousy
  17. Becoming a parent
  18. An event that changed you
  19. A place you visited — how you imagined it beforehand, and what it was actually like
  20. The ocean
  21. Forgetting
  22. The speed of light
  23. A voodoo doll
  24. Reflections on a window
  25. A newspaper headline
  26. Your greatest fear
  27. Your grandmother’s hands
  28. A particular toy you had as a child
  29. Being invisible
  30. A time you felt homesick
  31. Having an affair, or discovering your partner is having one
  32. Birthdays
  33. A favorite food and a specific memory of eating it
  34. An imaginary city
  35. Driving with the radio on
  36. Life in an aquarium
  37. Dancing
  38. Walking with your eyes closed
  39. What a computer might daydream about
  40. Time travel
  41. Brothers or sisters
  42. Your job, or a job you’ve had
  43. Weddings
  44. Leaving home
  45. Camping
  46. A zoo
  47. A historical event from the perspective of someone who saw it firsthand (You will have to do some research for this).
  48. Holding your breath
  49. Intimacy and privacy
  50. A time you were tempted to do something you feel is wrong
  51. Physical attraction to someone
  52. A superstition you have
  53. Someone you admire

 

Prose Poetry Fail

Standard

Now I am learning how to write Prose Poetry, I really enjoy it but seems I still don’t have the complete knack for it. Here is a ‘Prose Poem’ I wrote below:

The wrong day

Pumpkins, sweets, ghosts and ghouls. The door opened to a knock and within a blink she is past me and gone- her silver fur merging between the witches and skeletons that wait at the door with faces of makeup and buckets for treats. Hearing a bang, I look up to the sky and see the flash and shimmer of coloured blasts in the sky. Another bang and then another… purple, green, pink and blue. Bang! Bang! Bang! Do people know that they have the wrong day? Running down the street in a black corpse dress, calling out her name ‘Bluey, Bluey where are you?’ tripping down lanes, kneeling to peep in bushes calling out ‘Bluey.’ And I imagine her hiding and trembling nearby.

Turns out that it isn’t a Prose Poem at all because it wasn’t focused on a singular idea! Do not be put off if you write something similar – you now have the framework for something else. I will now be turning this into Flash Fiction!

I failed poetry

Standard

I have always been more for writing novels and short stories, but when I am feeling down I focus on writing poetry. I always considered my poems to be of a good quality, but apparently I was wrong, because I gave in my poetry portfolio to university and failed!
An example of one of the poems is:

Lost

I lay down on the pavement,

The streetlights blind my eyes,

I don’t know where to look –

I’m running out of lies.

I don’t know who to turn to,

Where to go,

Or what to do,

Shelter’s not an option,

Though my lips are turning blue.

The pavement’s hard beneath me –

And stones stick in my skin.

Stars are shining brightly,

Although the moonlight’s only dim.

But a shadow’s getting closer,

So I shut my eyes and groan,

The man kneels down beside me,

Whispers – “we miss you, please come home!”

Now although the lecturer thought that my attention to detail was good, apparently the rhyme and rhythm is ‘childlike.’ So I am rewriting my portfolio hoping to pass second time around!

A technique to help you come up with ideas.

Standard

So whilst in my Writer’s Workshop lesson, an author came in to speak to us and gave me this lovely technique, which has helped me since write a short story and also a poem!

First of all you shut your eyes. Imagine yourself led down. Where are you led? What’s the weather like? Take notice of your surroundings. Each time someone does this, they imagine themselves somewhere completely different. I imagined myself in a dark field at night, whereas my friend imagined herself led on a beach.

After taking notice of your surroundings (Eyes still shut) turn your head to the left, there is a shadow approaching. Wait for it to get closer. What or whom is it? When they reach you, what do they want? Again I imagined my cat who had died years back approaching me, whereas my friend imagined a boy.

From this I managed to get a short story about going to a field to visit my dead cat every night, because I couldn’t let her go. I asked my friend to do this technique and wrote a poem from her experience.

Pick an object/word/feeling.

Standard

I was once told to pick something and then write a poem relating to it. There are many you can choose from such as:

  • Colours
  • Feelings
  • Weather
  • Seasons
  • Animals
  • TV shows
  • Celebrities

I chose water and here is my poem:

The rain was a mirror of my life. As I looked down at my feet, I 
was submerged in a pool of water. The puddles reflected my face,
showing the true me. I threw a stone in the puddle; it rippled 
and discarded my face. The rain pattered on the ground, like the 
sound of my beating heart. Looking into a shop window, my face was 
undisguised. Rain was reflected falling down my face like 
teardrops. I wiped my face, but the rain carried on dripping down
from the sky in a wave of sadness. Memories flooded back to me
like a whirlpool of the past.