Poem Attempt 2: My Family

We in the UK are experiencing weather which we are certainly not used to. Sun and heat!
My next poem attempt will be a good one to read in the sun!

This is the first poem that I wrote.
It was part of a task at university where we were given a number of words that we needed to include into the piece. The words I chose were feud, whir, Blackberry and a couple of other which I cannot remember.

But please, tell me what you think of my poetry. You can look at my ‘Poem Attempt 1: Invisible Friend’ by clicking here.

Enjoy!

 

Copyright © 2014 T. J. Blake
All rights reserved.

 

My Family

Standing upright, forgetting the past feuds,

I stare.

Blades of grass, stroke between my toes,

Clouds afloat on the deep blue,

Wind hits the trees, peeling to a whir,

Curls of smoke cascade the flame, cooking raw meat.

I stare.

Dangling hand feels the rough, moist lick from the Spaniel,

The Blackberry drones against the wood,

The bass of voices vibrate through the ground,

Followed by a roar of laughter,

I stare.

Forgetting the past feuds, I stand upright.

I join my family around the fire.

 

By T. J. Blake

 

Poem Attempt 1: Invisible Friend

This is one of the first poems I wrote. We were given the opportunity to write what ever we wanted to but to insert break lines. So I decided to combine Poetry and my favoured genre Horror.
I hope this works, let me know what you think of it.

 

Copyright © 2014 T. J. Blake
All rights reserved.

 

Invisible Friend

I walk in, where

I once lived.

Wooden rocking horse and

Ticking grandfather clock

All remain.

glowing yellow eyes appear,

Beneath the patchy, carpeted stairs leading

to my bedroom.

 

gaping cracks and

Burrowed mice holes in each corner of

the worn steps.

My friend waits for me,

Gold ponytails with plastic flowers,

Just like my mummy did to me.

light blue dress with printed daffodils,

Red shoes and a friendship bracelet which I made

but she found.

 

We run to our room.

Sharing the bed each night.

We have tea parties,

my friend hosts.

Offering me and the guests tea,

her daddy bursts in.

‘who are you talking to darling?’

 

Previously loved,

here my spirit broke free.

 

By T. J. Blake

My Poetry Attempts – Coming Soon!

For one of my Creative Writing modules at University last semester I had to write four poems. Obviously when I read that I needed to write poems for a small segment of my degree I did feel a bit like ‘Oh shit!’ because I have never been good at writing poetry!

But to be honest it wasn’t too bad. My aim was to try and write poems in a different way, to a similar way to what I would write if I was writing a novel.
I did this for a couple of poems but others I had to stick to a template supplied by the University.

I will upload two over the weekend for you guys to read. Please let me know what you think of them.