Rondeau

The golden eyes * on face so clear
their sharpness shine into me, sheer
of all men that can be so bold
I look beneath for a true soul
and hair that curls above his ears

Love poem of no truth lives here
only lust a beautiful mare
whose story's ending's unfelt cold
or golden eyes

For this story of care, my dear
is not what I asked for, unclear
surely his face is sevenfold
but never will you get to hold
his face, his arms, his hands, his fears
or golden eyes

Metrical Breaks and variations

Shut up Nicole, I'm trying to
submit an application to
Gustavus school so I can say
that "I've applied, leave me alone!"

I feel so sick that I might heave
I really want to up and leave
but I can't I am stuck here
listening to all these angry birds type I can
distract myself get on with life
and poems that I need to type

Same Poem

Form 1:
holding too much stress
so i sit at home and type
while watching tv
it's cool because Friends is on
my non serious poem

Form 2:
I hold my stress in a weighted heart
Relax and take a freaking break
It works, because I feel alright
my first new poem, that isn't deep

Form 3:
I sit at home and stress just melts
TV is pulling stress away
It's wierd that this is how I'm helped
but if it works, "that's cool", I say

Form 4:
freaky anxious stress will leave as
Ross and Rachel act for me and
I'm at home but it's OK cause
I don't like school anyways now

Form 5:
Missing my band class to sit on my bed, I can
stay and relax, watch TV in my room so I
Think on the fact that my poem's not deep enough
Feeling no stress as I watch the show Friends at home

Form 6:
In my room at my house as I sit and I type
I can feel all my hurt and my stress melt away
now I'm getting so sick of this freaking assignment
I'll watch Friends cause it's bearable, comfortable, nice

Final Comment:
I like form 6 of my poem best because it flows better that the others. I also like it because it shows my true colors; I use the word freaking while describing the assignment. Teehee. As I was rereading my poems, I had to do a TON of editing, so I hope I did it all right.

8 lines Anapestic Tetrameter

for the cool and the weak, for the shining white week
intertwined in the sanctity marriage for life
are we gathered for love and unusual things?
do we realize the truth in the spirit within?
are we blind to the sights of our partner's great flaws
is it all worth the risk and the promises too
can I ever be true to my heart, much less you
but I'll cover my face with the netted white shawl

8 lines Trochaic Tetrameter

Driving forces can't begin, for
we have conquered all within us
poetry and symphony and
everything that comes to mind, we
slash the worry, fear, and strife, that
we can find our wings to fly so
high above us in the rain we
stop the misery and pain.

The day and night of forrests wild

Outside, is mystery the source of hate,
The day and night of forrests painted wild
create an image past and now in blank
of memories of things unseen and tried
but yet there seems to be a longing peace unknown
imagine love with none of all this safety now
us all intimidated, darkness flows
when we can find the lighted sky somehow
and still our warmth and faith and happy minds
we're wild beyond our wildest dreams and thoughts
that forrest calling, nature with its finds
and everyone that teaches us is taught
so when we look, the trees, the sky, the limbs
will move and hold us with our deepest hymns

First Blog Entry on Blogging

Blogging is a useful form of communication, but there are so many websites and things on the computer that I have to keep track of, there should be 1 universal website with everything on it, and all other websites should be completely optional.