The pen might be mightier than the sword

But the sword still works

A Poetry Compendium by Charlie R.

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Imagery

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The pungent, malignant, air
The black, crispy, burning food
The glorious, flowing hair
The Painful, dour mood
These are but a few, an image, a picture in text, a painting with words, and a poem
And even when they say “Not Today” you do it anyways.
And when you need a brief description, a red cloak
It is more
A glorious deep crimson, standing out from the deep metallic hues of the knight’s armour,
It is light. It is Dark. It is everything in between
For that red cloak is more,
Not just a cloak, but a statement,
A piece of art,
It is enough to make the difference between
“Imagination” and True Imagination
From Boredom, to interest
That is Imagery

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For this poem, I took inspiration from a poem we read in class called: A Poem, as I thought it had some powerful imagery that would make my poems more interesting

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For this poem, I took inspiration from a poem we read in class called: A Poem, as I thought it had some powerful imagery that would make my poems more interesting

Surfing Chicken

Kikkereki
Bawk Bawk
Oh no, it comes
The Rooster
Bawk Bawk

Getting Closer

More

Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk, Bawk!!!!!

Sploosh, swimming chicken
Baaaaawwwwk!!! Angry Chicken
Bawk Bawk. Surfing chicken

Dun Dun, Dun Dun, Dun Dun,
“Why do I hear Shark Music”

Hang 10 or 6 if you’re a chicken (Literally)

Happy Shark (Not a baby)

Sploosh, Hungry Shark
Chomp
Delicious Beef

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,.

2:23 AM

I can’t sleep
The chicken dream
Chicken Dream
Surfing
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For this poem, I tried to emulate an average dream of mine. Chaotic, but also ending at 2 in the morning

Haiku

For this Haiku poem, I took the common riddle “A tree falls in the woods but nobody hears it, does it make a sound” and turned it into a haiku, as I thought it would make an interesting juxtaposition.

The tree falling down
Hitting the ground very hard
Does it make a sound?

For this Haiku poem, I took the common riddle “A tree falls in the woods but nobody hears it, does it make a sound” and turned it into a haiku, as I thought it would make an interesting juxtaposition.

S(I)mile

Life is like an endless plane.
People are like a corrupt politician, concerned only with themselves.
Your house is like a brief escape from the pain.
You are like a memory, sitting hidden on shelves.
Your actions are like a speck, feeling like much, but accomplishing little.
Your environment is like a sculptor,
Hollowing you to be like a fiddle
The time of your living is like a vice, holding you from escape.
The economy is like a guard, preventing you from having more, and throwing you down when you try
Society is like a 2 faced character, helping you one moment, throwing you away the next.

This poem, S(I)mile, is meant to be a complaint about society and how it doesn’t car for the individual, this was one of my first poems, and I think that this really reflects me as a person.