Comments on: Use the word Pattern in the first line and/or the last line of your poem.

By: nicole

nicole — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 19:13:01 +0000

Here is mine

The patterns of life are colorful
many are descreet
some are black and some are pink

By: Evelyn

Evelyn — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 16:04:48 +0000

I stumbled onto this site whilst searching for something else and Im glad i did! I read all the poems and i think they are all beautiful. Is classes still in session? would love to join

By: Fashion watch

Fashion watch — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 01:17:15 +0000

Estimable unmatchable, Ronda! And I luv that they are whole one and only judgment of conviction â€“ canny. .

By: Rebecca

Rebecca — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 00:35:40 +0000

Hi! I am 16, and I like to write, but I am not very good (in my opinion) and writing poems and I would like to get better. I am open to suggestions on how to improve my poetry. I might not be able to write a poem a day, because I am busy with school and such, but I will try. Anyway, here is my poem.

Dog Patterns

The pattern of toothprints in plastic,
The work of a dog.
A trail of destruction follows his wagging tail.
Anger fumes within me.
Where is that chewing monster?
He evades my grasp.
My sister helps me put him out.
I glare, he whines.
How much longer can I put up with him?
That piece of pestilance!
The novelty of a dog has long worn off.
It always does.
That is our family’s pattern with dogs.

Yes, I was mad at our dog when I wrote this. Please tell me what you think.
Thanks,
Rebecca

By: Rosemary Nissen-Wade

Rosemary Nissen-Wade — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 10:12:09 +0000

Good one, Ronda! And I love that it’s all one sentence – clever.

By: Ronda Levine

Ronda Levine — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 11:03:51 +0000

Love Patterns
The shadows on the wall make patterns
Our hands clasp and rise over shadow heads
The light glimmers through the blinds
It peaks from behind the blanket we hung
To keep out this early morning light
We lay together, silent, your head nuzzled
Into the back of my neck
Our chests rise and fall at the same time
As we perform the simple act of living
In perfect unison
-breathe in breathe out-
The sounds of cars on the busy street outside
Mimic an oceanâ€™s waves
Sending a sporadic â€œwhoosh” here and there
Chaotic and unpredictable
Not like us,
Your chest against my back
Your knees curved into my bent knees
Our lives a metronome for creativity
Fastidious, sleep descends upon us
Light and noise fades behind her dark hands

By: Rosemary Nissen-Wade

Rosemary Nissen-Wade — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 09:00:55 +0000

Hehehe! the more the merrier.

By: S.E.Ingraham

S.E.Ingraham — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 17:41:16 +0000

Oh no, another siren call to write a poem a day! Will the muse within me resist? I rather doubt it. Rosemary, you sly thing – letting this fly on FaceBook…

As the stars above form their pattern
With invisible lines joined to form
What man has deemed constellations

So go the starry framed ideas
Within my mind; one here, one there
Then linked with threads so slight

T’would take a map-maker or
Mind-reader extrodinaire to
Chart the course of thoughts

Racing along these paths
Eventually carving out the finished
Pictures of who I dream to be

By: GGG

GGG — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 17:27:05 +0000

Patterns of the stars
On a rainy night
Hidden from my sight
Wars waging on mars

Patterns of lightening
Untraceable in sky
Tear falling from one eye
Thunder so frightening

Energy flowing in unseen patterns
Glowing galaxies in lit lanterns
The Universe unfixed in all patterns

By: Joy

Joy — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:49:21 +0000

@Rosemary: noted. I will continue writing, but I just started really recently (like, about 2 weeks ago, for a SCHOOL PROJECT, of all things), so it’s still kinda difficult to write one…