Some of MelodiousNymph's Wacky Poetry

[MelodiousNymph]

. . . Okay, so they may not be wacky, but hey, everything Mel works on can be crazy enough to be sent over to Wonderland for a laugh. >.>

Anyways, yep. Here you go, some pieces of poetry I've written up last year. Please do comment and say whatever you want about them, may they be good or bad - I'm ready to take the fire, given I have a hose with me. >_>;;

Anyways, enjoy! ^_^

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~The Circus~

Come one, come all
Into the big tent
Where all now gather,
Eyes glued to the ring.
The ringmaster enters
And says in a loud voice,
“Welcome to our show!”
The tent
Goes dark as night,
A spotlight shines -
Let the show begin.

So many acts
Of kaleidoscopic Technicolor
Playing about.

From the trapeze artist’s aerial performance,
To the magician’s trickeries,
To the acrobats’ antics
To the rowdiness of clowns
All telling about the ups and downs,
The grays and colors
The trials and triumphs
Of the little game called life.

The show comes to a close,
It is time to say good-bye.
“We hoped you enjoyed our show!”
The ringmaster says.
“Thank you and good day.”

The circus is over,
It is time to go.
But please, as you leave,
Don’t forget
The lesson picked up from
The Greatest Show on Earth . . .

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~Light Dance~

Look, look
See those little
Bright orbs of radiance
Flitting, flying
Around us
As if inviting us to follow
Them, follow them to
A world of beauty and
Life?

Shining, shining
Shining slowly, shining quickly.

It shows itself, it dances
It dances
When sun’s warmth glows
When flashlights turn on
When lightning graces the dark storm clouds
When stars twinkle once sun goes home
When stone-cold moon illuminates the night
When one smiles,
When one shares love
When one shares life
When good happens.

Defeating darkness,
Defeating darkness.

Twirling, spinning, dancing, dancing
With iridescent eyes, I watch
As the light dance continues on and on
On and on
Always.

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~Riversong~

It’s been long
Since I have seen
A river clean and fresh
Beckoning me to come, come
Jump in and enjoy
It dances to the tune
Of waves and currents,
Droplets and rushes
Playing, playing
It’s watersong of sorts
Beckoning me to come, come
To join it in it’s watersong
Beckoning, beckoning,
Singing, dancing, rushing
Playing its instrument of water
Daring me,
Daring those near it
To come in, come in.

I jump.

I hear the riversong
Loud in my ear.
I go deeper
The song becomes clearer
I join the river,
Swimming and swaying
My heart beating to song
Swimming, swaying,
Dancing, singing
To the song, the song
Of the river

I go out.
The riversong plays still.

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~Ambush Cave~

Darkness surrounds me
I cannot see
Space is very small,
Very small indeed.
Trying to find
The light to the world
Where is it?
Where is it?
Turning
Crawling
Dodging rocks and stalactites
Searching, searching
For the outside light
Feeling ghostly breaths
Of Katipuneros long gone
Embedded in the rocks
Chilling, scaring, confusing

Where is it?
Where is it?
I cannot see
The darkness is closing in on me
Searching, searching,
Crawling, turning, climbing
Quicken your pace
Are we there yet?

Finally, a hole
I see the
light of outside.

I climb out the cave.

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[darkisaac]

Your poems aren't bad, but frankly I don't see the ultimate purpose they have.

Every poem should show some sort of universal truth; some sort of connection to the human condition. The main problem I see with the poems that people post here is that they are either too direct and lack artistry in their delivering of a message, or that they have no real message to deliver in the first place.

Truly good poems are difficult to decipher; they contain hidden meanings, clever twists, and immaculate manipulation of the English language. And they rarely ever just say something outright. Instead, they layer it under metaphors/conceits and similes, using opposition to show the reader what they want them to see.

I recommend that you read [link: Constantly Risking Absurdity] by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a poem that does a splendid job of not only embodying the ideals I just described, but that also tells you what a poet's goal should be. It's not an extremely difficult poem, so it shouldn't be that hard to grasp its meaning. But I've read poems that are HARD to decipher, and those are usually the best. Tell me if you manage to get all the puns and double-meanings in this poem, it's actually very fun to analyze good poems lol

Sorry if I'm being so analytical, but I actually have my AP English Literature exam this thursday, and today in class we read a good amount of poems. lol