Poetry for Creative Writing

I wrote these for my Creative writing class. I'm not a highly gifted poet, nor a highly skilled one, but I enjoy the challenge of writing it and I and determined to learn to be better technically to make up for my lack of natural skill. I'll try and post one (or several) of the posts I've been working on for some times soon, the only reason I haven't is because what with being an English major I have little time for personal writing after I make time for Melanie, work, and sleep. So here's this till I get something better up.

“Drunk Punk”

“If you got no pecs,”

He so proudly said,

“Then you get no sex.”

The ugly lug-head.

He’ll not talk that way

In front of a lady

If’n I’m around,

Or it’ll soon be found,

That he’s not so crass,

After I beat his ass.


“Mob Boss”

Walking to the city bank

Was like walking the plank.

I knew it would happen

When I got caught nappin’

First I heard the loud bang

Then I saw the big gang.

They took all the money,

But I tell you honey,

I would rather be dead,

Than hafta go face Ted.


“History”

Often times I sit and stare,

Looking at nothing but the air,

And ponder things both old and new,

And what they mean for me and you,

Of Good and Evil, of days gone by,

And of Men learning to fly,

Of things that may often seem plain,

Yet are so very hard to explain:

Small things we oft forget,

But are worth more than we would bet.


We had an exercise that told us to take a piece of prose we had written and turn it into a poem. I decided to take the “I know they are there because I have seen them” to “I know. I’ve seen them” example from the exercise and run with the ideas it gave me, and then rewrite that. This is what I came up with.

There are fairies all around us. I know they are there because I have seen them. You can see them out of the corner of your eye if you look for them. Little figures hiding everywhere you can think. They use camouflage to hide in flowers and trees, even books and machines. Pay attention when you’re out and you’ll be sure to find a surprise hidden right under your nose.

“Fairies are real!” I informed them.

“I know because I have seen them.

Look out the corner of your eye,

And little figures you will spy.

They are hiding almost everywhere,

They seem to melt into thin air.

Camouflaged as a tree or rose,

Often they’re right under your nose.”