Scars, a poem

[Power]

Don’t give me a knight in shining armor

But send me a warrior with dents

I want a soldier with a couple scars

And not a proud man without rents

Scratches are not a sign of weakness

To get wounded you faced an assailant

And that marred and pocked armor

Says “I’m here after the fight, I made it.”

So when you look at yourself and you see

a nick, cut, or gash from a foe

Instead of bowing low your head, look up

Strap on your bent armor and go

You will love what you spend time with.

[Kathleen]

@power

This is amazing. I love how you painted such a strong image in just a few lines.

How long have you been writing poetry for? Also, have any tips for a beginner? You know, asking for a friend lol.

[Power]

@kathleenramm Thanks! I thought that the poem was pretty awesome too. (If I do say so myself. . . which I did)

Advice? 🤔 Hmmm. . . well I would say that if you want to write poetry, you need to get a desk job that has really boring and monotonous work that once you get done with you have over an hour of down time where there is basically nothing to do besides schoolwork.

While you are doing the boring and monotonous work you get ideas, once you’re done and have nothing to do, (Because we are going to forget about the school work until an hour before it’s due.) you can write poetry from the ideas.

Also, try to keep a consistent number of syllables in each line, and use an online thesaurus to look up synonyms. (You can also look up rhyming words when you’re stumped. What rhymes with orange?)

You will love what you spend time with.

[Elanor]

@power

This is a great poem! Love it! I enjoy writing poetry myself…

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf

[Power]

@elanor

. . . ? Should I ask or not 🤔. I could either make or break your day.

Oh well! Poems like what? (Rules of the game: For every poem you posted, I get to post one.)

You will love what you spend time with.

[Elanor]

@power

😏 I suppose I could share a couple… I write about pretty much anything. I’ve written poems about the seasons, rain, time, some Bible passages, and many many others. I’ve actually published a couple here on KP. I also write in many different forms of verse, rhyme, etc. So I wouldn’t say I have a characteristic rhythm to write in. lol

I haven’t shared much of my writing before. 🙈 But here’s the first one I ever wrote (well that I kept at least). I may or may not share more later…

The Unknown

What is unknown is sometimes feared

A thing that they have never neared.

It’s a new ground and place to tread

Some find it gives them major dread.

To others, unknown is an exciting word

Adventure instead is what they heard.

An exciting prospect it is to hear

A new adventure is now near.

Once both have pushed through it

They both have grown through it.

One was eager and rushed ahead

The other slower kept their head.

The one that was quick learned not to rush

The other who was slower has learned to trust.

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf

[Kathleen]

@power

A desk job has never seemed more enticing. I guess my dream of becoming a advertising street sign holder will have to die. Its a so sad, but I must do it for the arts…

But in any sense, thanks for the tips! I will definitely be using them.

As for your question about what rhymes with orange, it’s Sporange. An uncommon, but very real botanical fern.

But don’t give me the credit for this answer, as the discovery of what rhymes with orange was made years ago by the great ancient philosopher Eminem.

Man, when he said that orange rhymes with sporange, I really felt that.

 

 

[Power]

@elanor Very good! I don’t think my first poems were anything like that. One of my earliest poems (and one of my most memorable ones) was about baboons having a fight in a tree.  It’s was an acrostic that spelled out BAD. By that information you can probably tell how BAD the poem actually was.

Okay, my turn. I love this one!

The Balloon

In one hand I hold a latex cipher.

In the other a pin I held near.

The bloated and bulbous blown up ball

A jab to the heart and it will fall

Closer closer, should the iron tine be stopped?

Enter the flesh and it ends with a “POP!”

 

You will love what you spend time with.

[Power]

@kathleenramm

Being a sign holder might actually be a good job to get the artist juices flowing through the brain. You would definitely have a lot of down time. (Side note: A story about a sign holder might be kinda interesting. The Sign Holder Superhero. Saves people while dress like Lady Liberty. Hitting bad guys over the head with a sign that reads, “Get your Income Taxes done HERE!”)

Sporange. . . interesting. I still don’t think my poetic powers are up for to challenge.

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You will love what you spend time with.

[Elanor]

@power

It looks like it ate my reply when I sent it? Did it?

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf

[Power]

@elanor Sorry it’s taken a while to get back to ya. Yep, It looks like your reply got gobbles.

You will love what you spend time with.

[Power]

I might have it in my emails though.

You will love what you spend time with.

[Elanor]

@power

Okay I’ll try again. 😆 (It’s been cantankerous and hungry lately it seems lol)

The poem about the baboons sounds funny. I like the balloon one.

Heres one of my favourites of my recent ones. I was minding my own business buisily studying my Physics lesson when this came to mind. It’s doesn’t have any particular meter or rhyme so a bit odd but I like it.And when something comes to mind to write I can focus on nothing else till it’s jotted down in my notebook (well sometimes it’s clacked down by computer keys but…). Without further to-do:

The Least are Largest

 

Just small things we are

We are the smallest of small.

Too small for bare eyes to see

Microscopes are needed to view us.

 

We are studied by students.

By scholars, we are inspected.

Now seeing us are still baffled

How we construct the universe.

 

Sovereignly directed by God’s fingers

He joins us to make all things.

Beasts. Birds. Trees. Flowers,

Stars. Mountains. Everything that man knows of.

 

We share a great lesson with all.

If we, the minute, have great purposes,

How much more does each person,

Who God has treasured eternally?

 

When something is made for a use,

Yes, it must be of the right substance.

But of more importance is this:

That each fulfills their purpose.

 

We wish as the smallest

Our lesson would be the largest.

Everything has purpose and use

Because He has purpose for each.

 

We who tell this are composed of these:

electrons, protons, and neutrons

We are the smallest of small

The atoms.

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf

[Power]

@elanor I Like it!!! The end is so satisfying. *Sits back in chair, sighs, grins*

Ya, the baboon poem was. . . interesting.

I understand about the idea pop into head thing, my problem is the opposite though. My brain is like forging a sword, I must strike while the iron is hot. If I don’t, the iron stops glowing, and I tend to forget my brilliant idea.

Okay, so here’s another little poem. Please welcome, Folly Rot

Folly Rot

I’ve entered the land of insanity

I don’t know where I am

I’ve entered the land of craziness

Now take me by the hand

Let’s go places that don’t exist

Let’s do things that don’t make sense

Frolicking in this madness, YESSSS!

My lunacy is ridicuLOUSSSS!

Folly rot!

 

You will love what you spend time with.

[Elanor]

@power Love it!! It’s so mystrious and imagination-provoking… *sighs*

I’m glad you liked it!

Okay and here’s another (I suppose we could go on for a long time. YOu don’t know what you signed up for 😉)

Waves

There’s a mystery in the ocean’s tide.

As it floats so deep, so far, so wide

And stirs something deep inside.

Something so deep it seems to hide.

The ocean’s splendor

Calls me to ponder.

Silent I wonder

What is it over?

There’s a mystery in the ocean’s shade.

Green into blue into grey does it fade.

In the shallow waters, I love to wade

I gather up shells and I’m not afraid.

The shells all vary

But I mustn’t tarry.

Of tides be wary

It could get scary.

But once I am back up safe on the beach

I’m safe and away from the ocean’s reach.

I think of the lessons all creatures teach

Who are under the waves, out of my reach.

Some of them are small

They’re not big at all.

Others big and tall

They make me feel small.

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf

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