My Most Recent Poem.

Speaking vulgarities with a foreign accent,

To have learned to use the oral dirt

That was scooped up in a new land

And wear it like a cloak.

Oh the ironic charm of spoken bitterness

The alien words have an illegal sweetness

And I eat them like fruit.




Meant to be in the style of French Symbolists. I'm using this for tomorrow's Modernism test.

New poem

As I walked down
The road of his life
I felt with my feet
the stones, the grass, the dirt, and other things,
My feet grew sore, as they encountered all these textures,
but I felt alive,
as I touched the memories of a dead man.

Poetry

Two poems I wrote, nothing outstanding, but I think they are worth posting.


"Sometimes I manage to forget that I am lonely
but then I forget to not remember
and then I remember why I forgot"



"The judge was the prisoner,
So as punishment
he locked himself,
in his own head,
almost drowning in sour memory,
and threw away the key."