I added a few older poems to my poetry page. Click the link to the right if you'd like to check them out. I'm always interested in feedback. Robert Frost I am not, but the poems I write always come from the heart. Wow, that sounds so cheesy...
I'd like to add a few poems I wrote from the perspective of Emily (my MC in Shards of Glass). Shards is the only thing that's ever inspired me to write a poem from a character's perspective. I think they turned out fairly well. Part of me keeps hoping my agent (when I finally get one) will agree the poems should be included in the book...so I'm hesitant in posting them. Maybe I should let that idea simmer a little more.
On a completely different note: HAPPY EASTER! I hope everyone enjoys the weekend.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Friday, April 6, 2012
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Changes
Short post today...
I think my blog is finally looking the way I'd like it to after making some changes today. If you look to the right, you'll see I added some pages. I've posted a few more poems on the poetry page. In the future, I'll let you know whenever new content has been added. And I will always be open to critique.
Hope everyone has enjoyed the weekend!
I think my blog is finally looking the way I'd like it to after making some changes today. If you look to the right, you'll see I added some pages. I've posted a few more poems on the poetry page. In the future, I'll let you know whenever new content has been added. And I will always be open to critique.
Hope everyone has enjoyed the weekend!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
This Perfect Place
written by: (me!) Charity Pence
she misses this place, this perfect place
when she's at her city home
after a long day she walks out onto her patio
she sees nothing in the sky
the city is too bright
so she closes her eyes
and imagines herself at this place, this perfect place...
it is late, it is dark
with bare feet she walks over the soft green grass
she sits down by the pond,
the clear cool pond
and dips her feet in the water
oh this place, this perfect place
so quiet, so peaceful
she looks up at the sky
and the stars twinkle at her
oh so bright
how she loves the sky and the way the pond reflects its light
then she is distracted...
cars honking, people yelling
another night in the city
she misses this place, this perfect place
when she's at her city home
after a long day she walks out onto her patio
she sees nothing in the sky
the city is too bright
so she closes her eyes
and imagines herself at this place, this perfect place...
it is late, it is dark
with bare feet she walks over the soft green grass
she sits down by the pond,
the clear cool pond
and dips her feet in the water
oh this place, this perfect place
so quiet, so peaceful
she looks up at the sky
and the stars twinkle at her
oh so bright
how she loves the sky and the way the pond reflects its light
then she is distracted...
cars honking, people yelling
another night in the city
Preparing to share...
Last night I was going through my poetry and a few short stories so I could decide what I would like to share with you all. Sometimes I forget how much poetry I've written. I kind of miss it, too. Writing poetry, that is. Most of the poems I have were written in junior high and high school. And I don't mind telling you they're pretty simple. No need to decipher each poem's meaning! In school, I always hated studying poetry mainly because I hated trying to piece it together. Just tell me what you want to say! That doesn't mean I haven't experimented with my poetry before, though. But most of mine is pretty straight forward.
So why don't I write more poetry? I have to be inspired. That's what it comes down to. It's really hard for me to sit down and say, "Okay, I'm gonna write a poem now" and do it. I have to be inspired to write about something specific. And after reviewing everything I've written in the past, most of my inspiration comes from how I'm feeling at a particular moment. It could be feelings in general or feelings about a certain event. In fact, when I sit down and read a poem of mine, I can remember exactly what I was going through at the time I wrote it. And to be honest, writing poetry was always therapeutic, especially in high school. Writing poetry was how I coped.
Anyway, I won't bore you with every single poem I've ever written. Some of them I'd rather keep hidden! But I will share poems from high school and poems I've written since then. I'm getting ready to post two that I wrote about six or seven years ago. Enjoy!
So why don't I write more poetry? I have to be inspired. That's what it comes down to. It's really hard for me to sit down and say, "Okay, I'm gonna write a poem now" and do it. I have to be inspired to write about something specific. And after reviewing everything I've written in the past, most of my inspiration comes from how I'm feeling at a particular moment. It could be feelings in general or feelings about a certain event. In fact, when I sit down and read a poem of mine, I can remember exactly what I was going through at the time I wrote it. And to be honest, writing poetry was always therapeutic, especially in high school. Writing poetry was how I coped.
Anyway, I won't bore you with every single poem I've ever written. Some of them I'd rather keep hidden! But I will share poems from high school and poems I've written since then. I'm getting ready to post two that I wrote about six or seven years ago. Enjoy!
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