This exercise used a formula to help generate poems from the group.
Sadhma Samantaral
two poems
This is the poem that weeps
In the corners of homes where secrets sleep –
That rots with the mold of silence
Because of the brave souls that guard them and
Because of the foolish thieves that stash them.
And when the stench of smothered secrets fills the skies in blistering outrage,
Seeping into the clothes of skeletons in every closet, the terrified fibers of every being,
This is the poem that will enlighten
All who cower in fear, under the forgiving eyes of heaven, on the rooftops of broken homes,
Only to find their perfumed sanctuary – beautiful, scarred, but still breathing.
This is the poem that prances
In the lighted stars dancing across each eyelash
That play the melody grazing erotically across full lips.
Because the song of the mountains was snared in tangled hair
Because wild children of the fatherless tribe fell hard for the music of the valley.
And when silence finally calls them to a rest
Hearts pound in uncertainty for an end to a piece just begun.
This is the poem that survives,
Persisting with the staccatos of woodpeckers in never ending forests
That shade and shelter and sow the haunting melody of nature’s dreams.
Akshaya Ramanujam
two poems
This is the poem that risesIn the tides of the cool blue ocean That crashes and collides
Because in waves are shown the true essence of love unwritten
Because in waves are created those moments of beauty and darkness
And when love floods the heart, seeping silently through its crevices
Evoking the familiar comfort of the spray of saltwater on soft skin
This is the poem that flows
Through the paths that embody life and love
Like a steam discovering its course in a meadow
This is the poem that burns In the depths of your soul
That evokes the ardor of a thousand blazing suns
Because in the inner chasms of the soul dwells passion
Because in passion resides the thirst to prove oneself
And when this craving takes over,
Desire overwhelms the entire core of the being and consumes it
This is the poem that never fades
From hearts and minds,
echoing Like the hauntingly beautiful songs of sirens
This is the poem that giggles
In the backs of classrooms where teachings and preachings echo hazily.
That hidden jungle of daydreams is tough to crack
Because of the chaotic crushes and harrowing heartbreaks,
Because of how he looked on Tuesday in his best navy blue argyle sweater.
And when hands brush accidentally with threats of petty passion and momentary obsessions,
The pathetic nature of a wanton romance, a sad anonymous love affair strikes.
This is the poem that sighs
Breathing in the fresh air of independence in the back of the classroom
As a future unclouded by worthless thoughts governed by desire glides closer, closer, brighter.
Two poems
This is the poem that swims
In the steaming pool surrounded by cold air
That kicks and pulls through the thick water
Because there are many more laps to go
Because there are many more laps to go
And when the swimming stops, even for a moment
I feel relieved
This is the poem that doesn’t want to swim
Perched at the edge of the wall, not wanting to start again
The wall like the place of refuge, the lifeboat
This is the poem that is cold
Under the fog and in the mist
That isn’t used to the cold
Because it’s used to 400 miles south
Because it is used to constant sunshine
And when it rains
I like the change
So this is the poem that doesn’t mind the cold
400 miles north
with fog and mist and rain three poems
1.
This is the poem that finds you
When you realize that you love her
Because she is honest
Because she is pure.
And when you’re scared
That she might not feel the same
This is the poem that meets you
In the moment of truth
When you become the happiest you’ve ever been.
2.
This is the poem that you can’t write
The hour before class starts.
That you should have done the day it was assigned.
Because that’s what responsible students do
Because that’s what mommy always said.
And when you’re scared
On the way to class,
This is the poem that churns
Your stomach
Like leftover tuna casserole.
3.
This is the poem that sings you to sleep
In your darkest moment
That reminds you of a better time
Because your world is crumbling down
Because there is no one around
And when all hope is lost
And you feel as if you can’t go on
This is the poem that lifts you up
And brightens your day
‘Till it shines like the summer sun
Katherine Anderson
2 poems
Muse
This is the poem that burns
In the breast
That to be near yours, it yearns
Because distance makes the heart grow fonder
Because it must hold out so much longer
And when despair
Strikes and water brims on eyelashes
This is the poem that floods
Into the center of despair
Like tears of joy
The sill
This is the poem that blossoms
In the kitchen window
That lives upon spirit
Because it does not need the season
Because water is not the only reason
And when confusion
Mistakes lust for love
This is the poem that forgives and encourages
In the kitchen window
As mother nature observes her children
Jacob Partlow
2 poems
This is the poem that sleeps
In the deep blue abyss
That rejects the light of day
Because solace is found in darkness
Because safety is found in loneliness
And when you see its face
And you feel a sense of compassion
This is the poem that yearns for acceptance
From the depths of its heart
Like the new kid at school
2.
This is the poem that dreams
In the pouring rain
That counts the stars overhead
Because mystery is captivating
Because beauty is all around us
And when life reveals itself
And you feel so tiny
This is the poem that stares in wonder
At the maze of stars above
Like discovering a lost world
Evan Loker This IS THE POEM THAT stares
In the undisclosed basin beside your breast
That quakes and writhes in misery or ecstasy like a closing knot
Because it seems this vacuous dream sucked away your security
Because its foundation was solid as you beached self-portraits
And when rivers of pleasure turn into mirrors, you stone freeze
THIS is the poem that BREATHES
Beside the emptiest hill in our arid ocean
Denser than your wildest dream
Kelley Paugh
Squirrel Tail
This is the poem that angrily squeaks
In the bushes that line the pathway
That just had part of its tail torn off
Because it was chasing a fellow squirrel
Because it ran underneath my bike
And when surprise and pity
Rapidly fades to stunned amusement
This is the poem that left a part of itself
On the sidewalk in front of Tercero
As a memorial to the plight of the squirrel
Age
This is the poem that forms
In the corner of eyes
That cannot be wiped away
Because youth is ephemeral
Because life is stressful
And when dreading it,
These lines of age feel even deeper.
This is the poem that sleeps
Alongside you on a white, paper-lined bed
That had once cradled a newborn
Kevin Labarbera
2 poems
This is the poem that speaks In the depths of an unusually bright well
That raises a fist
Because a hand merely whispers
Because a hand just won’t do
And when sadness
Becomes nothing more than complacency
This is the poem that pushes you
Down the well until blinding lights are seen even when eyes are closed
Like an unwarranted change in the atmosphere, as salty air fills the lungs of those afraid to move.
Aleksandr Sakhanyuk
2 poems
1
This is the poem that melts In the sunny meadow of the heart
That soaks memories and waters dreams
Because it is the light to everything dark
Because it has no form and seeks none of its own
And when joy spreads
It holds you safe and gives you wings
This is the poem that flies
Through the skies of hope
The open space married to the wise and lonely earth.
2
This is the poem that crawls
In the abandoned corridors of thought
That wanders the metropolis of the mind
Because it is everything forgotten
Because it harbors unfulfilled ideas
And when love sights it
In gives fruits of tender kindness
This is the poem that consumes
The emptiness left by passing trains of thought
Unlike the heart, where life seeks to fill the vacuum
2 poems
This is the poem that awakens you
In the morning of a new day
That gets you out of bed
Because it can.
Because you can.
And when you feel tired
and when the sun sets,
This is the poem that puts you to sleep
in a quiet, safe place
where the warmth of the blankets remind you of the sun
This is the poem that washes away In the receding tide.
That disappears.
Because of the waves.
Because of the moon.
And when you feel sad,
or lonely, or glum, or blue,
This is the poem that will take it away
into the dark ocean deep
where it will remain lost, like a diary with no key
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