Poetry Five Words Challenge

[Mr Phoebius]

Key, Bull's-eye, Spring, Dragons, Wonderful.

(Avoid all rhymes with this one)

 

[Raymond_of_Clubs]

Zinger, Ping, Xiphos, Disguise, Bitterness

MEAT. ADORE. SLOSH. TWISTED. DESPERATE.

THOSE ARE MY WORDS. GOOD LUCK.

Lolita, Kaleidoscope, Illustrious, Bloodied, Fairytale.

This entire thread is just so- Just demands awe! >_<

Key, Bull's-eye, Spring, Dragons, Wonderful.

(Avoid all rhymes with this one)

I have fallen severely behind my schedule, so I wrote a four-parter, with a part for each of these challenges. Hope nobody minds it, I still included all the words in the corresponding parts, respectively.

#010. A matter-of-fact recollection of the events of my life

I was born very close to midnight in early spring,
They had honestly found it a mildly annoying thing,
And they treated my lifetime wounds with a cheeky zinger
And a jab at the ribs of the poor unexpected springer.

With a bitterness only acquired with older age,
I was rarely smiling and rarely showed my rage,
And in most of my baby rituals, I was late for
The triumphant ping at the doors of the elevator.

They baptized me hastily into my great disguise,
Making sure I'd never fit with a group of guys,
Nor a group of girls, though I studied my ancient mythos
And my grandpa made me a beautiful wooden xiphos.

***

So I ate my meat and my carrots and gained some height
(Not too much, but enough to threaten and try to fight,
And I met my fights with a joyful and cheeky cackle,
Never minding my broken nose and my twisted ankle).

But it was to the best, and sometimes I deserved a slosh.
I was stubborn, just like my bullies, though not as posh,
And quite hard to adore, though I'm guessing my mother managed.
Those were desperate times, not yet ready for desperate measures.

***

Through a bloodied trail to a dangerous tricky slope,
For some years my life was a mental kaleidoscope,
And the trace of my academic illustrious glory
Through a fairytale brought me to a realistic story.

And I liked a girl, never getting a chance to meet her.
And enjoyed my books, never finishing my Lolita.
Then I liked a guy when he let me put on his jacket.
Then I liked myself, but I panicked and had to break it.

***

And if insults are darts, then some of them hit Bull's eye.
Life is terribly hard, and too often I want to d-... dance.
So I make up my face, never noticing how it fell,
And I show them a finger and tell them to go to h-... Hot Springs.

But my sister can play guitar. Once she strikes a chord,
I am happy again, and we hum What A Wonderful W-... winter
I play Dungeons & Dragons on weekends to blow the fuse,
And I'm loving the bard, and his tendency to s-... sing ballads.

So the key to success is in small, unimportant facts,
It's in food, and in sleep, and in long nights of steamy s-... saunas.
What I'm left to remember is horrid and never dead,
But what I'm left to hope for is honestly not so b-... boring?

***

There you have it.
M Mr Phoebius I did avoid rhymes with the last one, though I still maintain that rhymeless poetry is inferior to regular poetry.
Thanks for participating, everyone. Can't wait for more challenges!

 

[Mr Phoebius]

You dont explain anything, master. I can see a lot of potential in you. There's a lot to take from this text, I wish to deliver it deep in thoughts. I like it so much. But you will hear about me about your last sentence. For which I dissagree and that is a good thing

Thanks for giving us a part of your time and talent. I want to discuss (w2s Debate)the whole thing with you after I read it 100times is that ok?

Keep your way, stay like this!
Thank you.

Grooooooorg!~ Human.
And Farewell.

I have fallen severely behind my schedule, so I wrote a four-parter, with a part for each of these challenges. Hope nobody minds it, I still included all the words in the corresponding parts, respectively.

#010. A matter-of-fact recollection of the events of my life

I was born very close to midnight in early spring,
They had honestly found it a mildly annoying thing,
And they treated my lifetime wounds with a cheeky zinger
And a jab at the ribs of the poor unexpected springer.

With a bitterness only acquired with older age,
I was rarely smiling and rarely showed my rage,
And in most of my baby rituals, I was late for
The triumphant ping at the doors of the elevator.

They baptized me hastily into my great disguise,
Making sure I'd never fit with a group of guys,
Nor a group of girls, though I studied my ancient mythos
And my grandpa made me a beautiful wooden xiphos.

***

So I ate my meat and my carrots and gained some height
(Not too much, but enough to threaten and try to fight,
And I met my fights with a joyful and cheeky cackle,
Never minding my broken nose and my twisted ankle).

But it was to the best, and sometimes I deserved a slosh.
I was stubborn, just like my bullies, though not as posh,
And quite hard to adore, though I'm guessing my mother managed.
Those were desperate times, not yet ready for desperate measures.

***

Through a bloodied trail to a dangerous tricky slope,
For some years my life was a mental kaleidoscope,
And the trace of my academic illustrious glory
Through a fairytale brought me to a realistic story.

And I liked a girl, never getting a chance to meet her.
And enjoyed my books, never finishing my Lolita.
Then I liked a guy when he let me put on his jacket.
Then I liked myself, but I panicked and had to break it.

***

And if insults are darts, then some of them hit Bull's eye.
Life is terribly hard, and too often I want to d-... dance.
So I make up my face, never noticing how it fell,
And I show them a finger and tell them to go to h-... Hot Springs.

But my sister can play guitar. Once she strikes a chord,
I am happy again, and we hum What A Wonderful W-... winter
I play Dungeons & Dragons on weekends to blow the fuse,
And I'm loving the bard, and his tendency to s-... sing ballads.

So the key to success is in small, unimportant facts,
It's in food, and in sleep, and in long nights of steamy s-... saunas.
What I'm left to remember is horrid and never dead,
But what I'm left to hope for is honestly not so b-... boring?

***

There you have it.
M Mr Phoebius I did avoid rhymes with the last one, though I still maintain that rhymeless poetry is inferior to regular poetry.
Thanks for participating, everyone. Can't wait for more challenges!

 

[Raymond_of_Clubs]

You dont explain anything, master. I can see a lot of potential in you. There's a lot to take from this text, I wish to deliver it deep in thoughts. I like it so much. But you will hear about me about your last sentence. For which I dissagree and that is a good thing

Thanks for giving us a part of your time and talent. I want to discuss the whole thing with you after I read it 100times is that ok?

Keep your way, stay like this!
Thank you.

Grooooooorg!~ Human.
And Farewell.

Aw, such generous praise! Thank you kindly.
I'm always up for discussion (and debate, too), so hit me up!
The challenge isn't limited to one time participation either, so feel free to come back with more difficult words. That last set had been quite easy.

Regards,
Ray

 

[Poison.blush]

Fizzle. Corn. Next. Rain. Irish.
(Lmao literally just said the first things that came to my mind xD this will be fun to see)

 

[Raymond_of_Clubs]

Fizzle. Corn. Next. Rain. Irish.
(Lmao literally just said the first things that came to my mind xD this will be fun to see)

#011. A bad day

Sometimes I hate the light that drowns
My room in bright and burning flickers,
A fizzle that comes on and lingers
When people press the light switch down.

Sometimes I hate the smell of food,
And in my guts the tingling absence,
And TV hosts with Irish accents,
And people's shadows where they stood.

A mighty fire pops the corn,
The rain so fiercely pops my window,
I think of every place I've been to,
An awful lot of time to mourn.

It's just one day. No more, no less.
I hate the lights, the smells, the sounds,
But hatred only comes in rounds
Between this morning and the next.

***

I swear I will stop writing depressing stuff at some point, but here my hand slipped again oops

 

[chargingdenki]

Things, want, try, like, how

 

[WikTheCandelion]

Things, want, try, like, how

Wait I got a good one.

 

[WikTheCandelion]

Seaweed, Ashore, Bride, Marriage, Happily

 

[Zelphar]

• belt
• poison
• principal
• bingo
• intriguing

 

[Relias_]

Moon, presence, love, candles, forever.

 

[Raymond_of_Clubs]

Things, want, try, like, how

#012. Things

It's not too nice a face to cup,
With how I sport a frown.
There are some things that keep me up
When trouble pins me down.

There is a friend I've knows for years,
I'm grateful to have met her.
And in this book I tead there is
One more unfinished chapter.

There is a dish I want to try,
Some people like its flavor.
I wouldn't want my mom to cry,
I'm really glad I have her.

So I just live it best I can,
This life of bumps and worries,
For modern art and modern man
To listen to my stories.

***

A simple poem for a simple set of words. Happy to see this thread gain traction again.

 

[Ronsies]

Lookin nice!

ronsies 5: sativa, emoji, cannibal, thoroughness, xenophobia