the worst poem ever

"the worst poem ever"

once upon a time, there was little puppy, a little golden retriever puppy
she wasnt much of a puppy anymore, but she sure acted like one
she sleeps on the couch and has a variety of babies (toys) laying all around the house
she has a little puppy friend, who is also golden, but a golden lab, they run around
the property all day, sometimes she comes home covered in mud and burs, sometimes
she comes home still clean. she sleeps in the house at night and howls in her sleep
shes friendly with the kitties, but doesnt prefer them. she loves her doggy cookies and treats,
she also loves left over dinners.

this assignment was easy and i enjoyed it because i was able to write whatever i wanted. the story is actually about my puppy. its the worst poem ever because its about a dog, a dogs life. its not very entertaining or exciting. it kind of sounds like a child wrote the story, which i think a child is completely capable of writing this, maybe even doing a better job. it ends awkwardly and says "she" to many times. it was an interesting assignment, because i didnt really try to make it the worst poem ever even though that was the whole point, i think i could of made it worse, but the topic is silly and its a true story.

poem 3

S/N+7

I missed the class for this assignment, but my friend explained it to me. This seemed like it would be something easy to do for once in a poetry and writing class, just taking out the nouns and replacing them with dictionary words. Its interesting how even though you sort of redo a poem with certain different words, it still somehow makes sense. This was a bit time consuming searching through a dictionary for all the replacement words, and not all the nouns that needed replacing were in the dictionary. I just found this random poem online, I have no favorite poet or author or anything, I couldnt even name someone off the top of my head. This poem is called Silver, by Walter de la Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Edited Version

 

Slowly, silently, now the moot point
Walks the nightlife in her simpleton shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Simpleton frustrate upon simpleton trenches;
One by one the caskets catch
Her beastly beneath the silvery theme;
Couched in his kettle, like a logistic,
With payroll of simpleton slender the dogsbody;
From their shadowy cote the white breeches peep
Of downcasts in simpleton feathered slender
A hast movement goes scampering by,
With simpleton cleavage, and simpleton eyesight;
And moveless fist in the waterline gleam,
By simpleton referee in a simpleton stress.

poem 2

For our second exercise, we were to write a "6 end words, 7 stanza poem" using the words
1. coffee crumb balcony miracle sun river
2. river coffee sun crumb miracle balcony
3. balcony river miracle coffee crumb sun
4. sun balcony crumb river coffee miracle
5. miracle sun coffee balcony river crumb
6. crumb miracle river sun balcony coffee
7. evnoi - crumb/coffee
                    river/sun
                    miracle/balcony


Hot steam rolled off my coffee
as I ate my muffin, the tiny crumbs
fell onto the table top as I sat outside on the balcony
Today I felt like a miracle
was going to happy, as the sun
shone on my face, I thought about going to the river


When I arrived at the river
the woods smelt like musky old black coffee
It was warm and the sun
was still shining bright.

This is unfortunatly as far as i could get on this poem..
When we were first shown the example in class, it looked like something fun to do and something that wouldn't be very difficult. As i started to work on it, it was a lot more harder than i thought. It could be easier if i didn't care if it didn't make sense, but that bothers me to much and i get the feeling like I should try harder to make it sound better, but after several days of trying add more onto this poem, it just wasn't happening.

poem 1

I forget the author and title of this poem, but it was the first exercise we did in class. We were to write in our own line for every second line of the original poem. Surprisingly this wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. I'm not much of a writer, and therefore it is usually hard for me to come up with things to write, especially on the spot. The words November, and police made me feel like it was some type of cold, dark poem. The police looking for the suspect in the brisk outdoors. Being able to see their breath. Winter coats and gloves. It was like a scene Ive seen in a movie or TV show before. Maybe that's because all I watch is Criminal Minds and Law & Order SVU. I find those shows, the ideas and the minds of sociopaths fascinating. Not in a creepy way that I may be one..its just very interesting. The authors lines are black, mine are blue.

it was always november there, the farms

were emtpy and cold. the man and wife

were a kind of precint; a certian control

there days

had been exercised. the little birds

were silent and

used to collect along the fence.
the sun shone across the snow covered fields.
it was the great 'as though', the how the day went,

as time slowly passed

the excursions of the police

soon ended abruptly with a loud bang.

as i pursued my bodily functions, wanting

air, neither fire nor water, i felt

vibrating to the distant pinch

as every muscle in my body tensed

and turning out the way i am, turning to great you.