Mhals writes poems?

Yeah I do, actually. However they are actually quite terrible but I want to post them anyway. I only have a couple right now, though I've written more, I just don't have them with me at the moment and I don't have them memorized, so.

This one is really dumb, but I can write it here because it's memorized, it was stuck in my head for a while. I wrote it for a friend for christmas, so it's extremely stupid and not-serious but oh well:

--
I wanted to give you a present,
One that you'd love and adore.
A spoon? A picture? A thumbtack?
Less than mediocre, needs to be more.

I sat thinking and thinking and thinking,
But no thoughts would come into my head.
So gave up on ideas for a present
And I wrote you this poem instead.
--

Yay wasn't that fun. I have only one more right now that I can remember all the words off the top of my head. It's written in character for my character Emilia, but that doesn't really mean anything to anyone because you don't know who that is, but maybe it won't sound as bad if you know it's not me trying to be insightful about myself or something. (I know that doesn't ever really work but I thought I'd try anyway.) And be warned because it's one of those hideous pseudo-artistic free verse ones, and so probably is awful and pretentious all at the same time but oh well:

--
When I first met you
you were radiant
dazzling
only light.
I wrote you a letter
because you did not know me, I signed it "love".

Perhaps that is how I sign all letters.
(It is not)
but you do not know.

I write, as do you
and you turn from light to a person.

Perhaps you are not radiant
or dazzling
only a person.

I sign my letters the same
but perhaps that is how I sign all letters.


(It is not.)
--

Yikes, there were some parts of that I rewrote there because I could not for the life of me remember what the original said. (Guess I didn't have it memorized as well as I thought.) Ah well, it makes the same point, anyway. Also, the pseudo-artistic lack of punctuation in some places was actually kinda thought out, it's an attempt at controlling the speed at which people read it, but I don't know it might just look dumb.

Hmm, I just read that over again, and it really should be rewritten. Maybe I will, later.

SO, comment and say what you think, if you feel like it. Perhaps I'll put more up later once I have the other poems I've written to refer to and copy down.

Wow, I really liked your poems, Mhals. I found them inspiring, makes me want to write a poem, but eh.

And I like the style the second one's written in, it just seems right. It seems really profound to me.

The first one's pretty awesome too, it has such a jovial tone. It seems perfect for Christmas time or something. It's just cute. ^^

I think they are both awesome! the first one quite funny and I like the rhymes. The second was really beautiful and calm. Nice work!

Hehe, I still love the first one. It flows so well~

I like the second one too, but I can only analyse poetry in a GCSE English Lit way (There is a metaphor here and a smilie there...), so I'm pretty useless at giving advice about them.
I do like it, though. It's pretty~

Aaw, you guys are too kind. <3

Also, Arylett (and other people too, if you feel like it) you should write a poem or something, it's actually really easy. You just have to think about sound, and it's cool to write stuff that's fairly nonsensical but sounds really nice, and you don't have to use rhyme if you don't feel like it. You just have to... write and think about sound and flow and everything, and you don't get wonderful stuff always but sometimes it comes out ok. Actually, writing nonsensical poems is super fun, I think there's a name for them... Amphigouri, maybe? I can't really remember but they're really fun to write; just use big words and lots of alliteration~

I wrote one of those once but I can't really remember it. Wait, let me try...

I'll sing you a story of long, long ago
Of the crystalline rivers of old.
Prismatic and precious but fearsome were they
Colors clandestine and bold.

Clearest ribbons of temeline winsomely running
Over arcs of old tourmaline tangerine frost.
Their glassy white waters glazed over the greens
of fractured old forests, hopelessly lost.

Then their furthest of starstruck solometers sung
And their swiftly won aeries were donned,
You might just be tenaciously taken by turn
While the bright white tamares do lope on.

Yeah see, it's pure nonsense and I don't know what half of those words I used meant. (I pretty much just wrote that on the spot because all I remembered was the "arcs of old tourmaline tangerine frost" line) I probably made up a bunch of words there, or used them incorrectly, but that doesn't matter, it's just fun to write nonsense and it's super super easy, you just try to think of words that sound nice together and try to set them up in a rythmic and lyrical way.

I tried to write another poem earlier and it came out as just kind of a ramble with line breaks, but I'll write it out anyway.

--

I'm looking outside, at our lake,
Writing in blue fountain pen.
Mind is wand'ring through lyric and rhyme...


Poetic words and ideas?
I'm at a loss.

There is beauty outside my window
but I doubt that I can do it justice
with flowery words
or measured and metered lines of letters.

Honestly. There is a blue lake.
(Dark-light blue.
It is not as light as the sky
but there are sparkles of light on the water.)
An island, with evergreen trees.
They also surround the lake
(It is a small lake)
and the sky is dotted with clouds on the horizon, scattered against a backdrop of faintest white.
They are small.

Remind me of caribou grazing the tundra
grouped together
yet far apart (scattered) enough to be lonely.

Not, you'll understand
like the great white buffalo clouds you might see
enormous and thundering through the sky.
Staying together in rolling packs.

These are small and meek.

Oh, there is beauty outside, but I cannot pen it.
What, what shall I write?

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Like I said, it's not great and it doesn't have a whole lot of point (I was trying to sharpen some of the ideas in there but it never really... got there) and it's pretty much just "hurr Mhals is going to ramble now" in poem-form. But that is ok!

Oh wow, these are wonderful! I mean, I wish my poems were this descriptive. The words are so cool-sounding and they really flow well. (I actually have written several, but they all come out sounding like bad simplistic nonsensical love songs. I don't tend to write poems about places. Writing nonsense is fun though. :D)

I love all these poems. They're so pretty!

Now for some reason I feel like writing a poem.

Wow. These are all pretty cute. I really like the first one, and the last one on you're latest post. They just scream innocence.


Keep it up!

Holy crap, it's been forever since I updated this thing and I have written some more stuff, so here goes;

How to write a Good Poem

Let your “wit” take off her boots
and skip down the hall in striped stockings.

Go fishing in Simile River, and catch as many as you can
(but know when to throw them back—
some still need more time to grow.)
And remember!
the ones who fight and pull at your line
are the ones worth fighting for.

Put your pen in your pocket
and go somewhere.
(Leave your map at home.)

Make sure to leave yourself "wiggle" room—
you never know what Fantastic places
you might end up at
if you
meander.

Be full of doubt
and confidence.

Most of all:
chat with your ideas, after all
how will you write them
if you don't get to know them, first?
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Heh, not sure if I'm one to be talking about how to write good poems, but..? Another;
Love

I didn’t fall
It dragged me in.

Circling it like water down a drain
I was helpless

(everything is)
even
light.

There was one point, too
where I knew I couldn’t turn back
knew nothing could turn back and
I could feel it
starting to tear at me
clawing, pulling
My feet were too heavy
my head too light
And I felt as though
this cosmic
pasta maker would stretch me into some
long noodle: unrecognizable
I would then be
wrenched
apart
molecule from molecule and

siphoned
down
in
to that dazzling brilliant scalding terrible
abyss.

never to return.
--

I'm not sure about this one. The title is kind of... wrong, maybe, but I was just playing with the idea of describing something literally (points if you got what that literal thing I was describing was, by the way) and then describing something else, abstract, with the literal description. Not sure how well it works, this one is definitely iffy.

Alright, this next one is so, so silly. Borderline ridiculous, it's a more ordinary love poem;
While sitting in Math Team, I notice (Insert Name Here) across the room.
(or: Why am I such a stalker?) (or: Hey look there is a sentimental side under that cynical exterior)

I thought:
I should write a love poem.

But
what does one say in a love poem?
I suppose I could say
something about his eyes
(that’s a common topic, right?)
I could say that his eyes—
full of expression, never dull
can make my stomach twist in “that strange
unexplainable way”.

Not so romantic but at least
I wouldn’t be lying.

I could admire the way his neck angles forward
when he is working, talking, running (raptorlike) to class
how his narrow fingers are tangled up in his hair
(ah, to be that hair, those fingers)
as he leans intently over a problem
contorted, beautiful
the image of concentration.

His pencil scratches across the page
(in that perfect handwriting, I’m sure)
and I think to myself;
We would fit so neatly—
he a mathematician, I a writer
the two ends of beauty and truth joined by
some gossamer web of connections.
He would be a genius, outgoing
I would be clever, sarcastic
We would read plays to each other
walk together down forest paths on muffled winter evenings
talk about ideas.

I notice now he’s unfolded, looked up
from his problem—is talking to a friend
(eyes smiling)
I have written this—
he looks back at his paper
and I think that
perhaps
This isn’t such a good idea.
Maybe I shouldn’t
write
a love poem.
--

...Yeah. This one might need help too, because I'm sure there are some cringe-worthy and/or cliche lines in there that I ought to change. Sadly, the end of that poem was right; shouldn't have gotten into it, unrequited agaaaaain~~
Hehe.

One more;
Modulus

It could be the name of the High Android Overlord
120 years from now
or a prehistoric beast with a long tail;
"Modulus Rex".

Maybe it's the word you use to describe
smooth, malleable clay
or a day when everything seems surreal—
the sky made up of about
seven thousand layers of clouds:
you walk alone through a glass tunnel;
it is suspended in the air and you
are carrying only a book of haiku
by some poet
whose name
you can't remember.

"Modulus"; a word used by surfers
as an interjection to replace
more angular words like
"excellent", "fantastic".

Modulus, that obscure Greek god of I-can't-quite-remember-what
is having trouble explaining to me
how he deals with Complex Numbers.
You take the square root of what? I ask
but even he is unsure.
There are only a few minutes left
for this problem
so I smile and shake my head and tell him (because he looks a bit upset)
it's alright—
but maybe
if you didn't try to be so many different things
it might be easier
to remember what you were.
--

Inspired by a word in a math team meet. Strangely, a lot of my poems are written in/inspired by things in math team or math in general. Weeeeird. This one's a little choppy and strange, too, sort of still a work in progress maybe.

And in case you were wondering:

Wikipedia said:

Modulus may refer to:
* Absolute value of a real or complex number
* Modulus (algebraic number theory), a formal product of places of a number field
* Modulus of continuity, a way to measure the smoothness of a function
* Young's modulus and other elastic moduli, a measure of stiffness
* Modulus Guitars, musical instrument manufacturer
* A villain in Marvel's Fantastic Four comic book series
* %, the modulo operator of various programming languages
* In modular arithmetic, the value at which numbers "wrap around"

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The question was referring to the first definition. :P

Hey Mhals, have I told you that you are a damn good poet?

Umm, wow.
Write more!! These are great.

I like the one that begins with

I thought:
I should write a love poem.

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Best.

Thanks. :3

Etymology

Even though the AP could tell you
my technical definition,
I’d rather have you look me up
in an etymological dictionary
where you could get my definition
and maybe even my use in a sentence—
a tableau of how I responded in a situation,
interacting with other parts of speech.
but most importantly, there you’d find
where I came from—
my development as a word,
when I was first seen in writing as I am today,
and the words that influenced me
in getting here.
--

"The AP"; we'd get the definitions for vocab words in AP Composition. I hated them. Personally, I don't think just telling someone the definition of a word and having them memorize it is going to help anyone. To remember something, it works best (for me, anyway) if there's a reason behind it.

Function

Lucky for some of us,
poetry is a place where both are true at once,
where meaning only one thing at a time spells
malfunction.
-Billy Collins

In Poetry
It’s perfectly acceptable to take the square root of nine
and get negative three because

In Poetry, multiple outputs are acceptable,
even preferable because
In Poetry
when there is only one value of y
for each value of x—
there’s not really a function.
--

So uh, this needs something more, but I don't know what. It should be longer, with images, have an example, maybe. I tried to put one in, though, and it was VERY jarring. So... eh.

More math. I can't help it.

To remember something, it works best (for me, anyway) if there's a reason behind it.

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This is exactly why i'm failing math.

*immensly enjoys reading poems*

But, but... there's a reason behind everything in math!

only if it's properly explained to you. But i'm out of school now, so i'll try again next year.