Katya's Wondeful Poems

So, since I'm a little late, I'll just catch up with the days and write 2 or 3 poems each day and then smooth it out as 1 poem per day! I'm not cheating... I just was busy... OKAY! XD

(You're totally allowed to write more than one poem per day, but it's traditional to only do one ^^)

Spoiler

Yeah... This isn't one of my best poems but I was REALLY annoyed so I just HAD to post it!

Day One
1. Annoyances

Tap. Tap. Tap.
Click. Clack. Click.
Wooosh. Wooosh.
Screech. Screeeech.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Crinkle. Wrinkle. Crack
Sluuuuuuuuuurp.
Bang! BANG! BONG!

A cry of
SHUT UP
rises from the terror.
All is silent
in the house of madness

A final whisper
leaves someone's lips

How rude...

Day Two
2. A Limerick

There once was a boy named Bob
He decided to join a mob
They beat him up
After he said What's up?
And that was the end of Bob

Poor Bob...

KEEP GOING, KATYA, KEEP GOING

Spoiler

This poem is for Prompt 1 for A Poet's Universe
A Poet's Universe
This is an example of Tyburn(a.k.a. experimenting with poetry)
Also, another note is that this is meant to be read slow and out loud.

Day Three
3. Spring's a Bloomin'

Waking
Blooming
Jumping
Tweeting
Waking, blooming spring
Birds a' jumping, tweeting for joy

Spoiler

This poem is based off Shel Silverstein's poem, Invitation.
This poem is also for A Writer's Universe.

Day Four

4. Rejection
If you are a pessimist, get out,
If you are an enemy, a foe, an opposer,
An invader, a criminal, a wicked witch from the west...
If you're rude or mean, get out of my house!
For we have nothing to discuss right now.
Get out!
Get out!

Day Five

5. Why Again?
Not again
Not this catastrophe
Not this planning
Not this grueling consumption of my time
Not this painstaking eternity of thinking

Not this
Reunion of friends
Where I am placed on a throne up high
And am given gifts

Not this again.

Spoiler

Dang! I have been doing so many repetitive poems!

Day Six

6. Everlasting Routine
One two
One two
Ants marching
Bees working

One two
One two
Never stopping
The routine

One two
One two
Beetles stressing
Butterflies sweating

One two
One two
Never stopping
To take a break

Day Six

7. Teach Me How to Poet
How does one poet?
Does it come naturally?
Or do you have to practice?

Should I write
Really looooooooooooooooooong
Or perhaps quite short?

Should my poem rhyme
Or should I write
my poem as a free verse?

When do I
Split the line?
Here?
Right here?
Here?


Do I leave an
extra space?

I was never
How to poet
In school.

Could someone
Teach me how
To poet?

Day Seven

8. Knowledge
What if
I took light
And called it dark?

What if
I took sadness
And called it happiness?

What if
I took up
And called it down?

Would the
meaning stay
the same?

Why do we
need grammar
at all then?

Why can't
I use, ran,dom
comm,as, where I want?

What if
language is just
A figment of
Our imaginations?

Day Eight

9. Little Miss Perfect
Little Miss Perfect
Highlights in hair
Heavy purse in hand
Not needing anything
Until I have it

Little Miss Perfect
Shoving her face
In my buisness
Not caring
What you have to say

Little Miss Perfect
Making everyone
Look bad
Just so she
Can look even better

Little Miss Perfect
Highlights in hair
Heavy purse in hand
She doesn't care
What you have to say

Day Eight

10. The Fun in School
Oh, look at all the fun we have in school!
Period after period we waste away
Looking at the clock, hoping it's another day.

Oh, look at the fun we have in school!
Sitting around and reading textbooks
About things we may never use.

Oh, look at all the fun we have in school!
Being judged for our clothing
Almost like it's a beauty pageant!

Oh, look at all the fun we have in school!
Making a friend everyday
That we'll never see again when we graduate.

Oh look at all the fun we have in school!
Who wouldn't want to join this
Amazingly racist, sexist, narcissistic and lazy group of people?

Day Eight

11. Question
I have a question.
Can I punch you in the face?
That would be nice. Thanks.

Day Eight

12. Three Words for You
Unintelligent
Oversimplification
Discrimation