"Holder 1918"
By Chelsea White
((A note to you guys: You know the word verifications you have to type into a lot of websites now before you can post? I used that as my prompt and made it my title for this poem.))
The number stands beside the hour,
listen now and and do not cower.
My words are not that to fear.
I am simply stating what you must hear.
When traveling to the land you seek,
many temptations at your feet.
You must hold fast to your determination,
for turning to those are false salvation.
If what you seek is the land of gold,
then to the gold wind you must hold.
The fear is not within the number,
the holder is that to encumber.
With words false as the absence of truth,
this being shall offer you the fountain of youth.
Do not accept his false proposal,
your life will be at his disposal.
Nineteen- seventeen lives he has stolen.
Though only with one more will his stomach become swollen
- with that of hunger forever gone,
from his belly more will spawn.
And with that final life he takes,
nineteen-eighteen will be man kind's mistakes.
So please, my dear, let him remain unseen,
and do not turn to the holder of nineteen-eighteen.
By Chelsea White
((A note to you guys: You know the word verifications you have to type into a lot of websites now before you can post? I used that as my prompt and made it my title for this poem.))
The number stands beside the hour,
listen now and and do not cower.
My words are not that to fear.
I am simply stating what you must hear.
When traveling to the land you seek,
many temptations at your feet.
You must hold fast to your determination,
for turning to those are false salvation.
If what you seek is the land of gold,
then to the gold wind you must hold.
The fear is not within the number,
the holder is that to encumber.
With words false as the absence of truth,
this being shall offer you the fountain of youth.
Do not accept his false proposal,
your life will be at his disposal.
Nineteen- seventeen lives he has stolen.
Though only with one more will his stomach become swollen
- with that of hunger forever gone,
from his belly more will spawn.
And with that final life he takes,
nineteen-eighteen will be man kind's mistakes.
So please, my dear, let him remain unseen,
and do not turn to the holder of nineteen-eighteen.
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1 comment:
Hi Chelsea,
Thank you for sharing this poem with us. I think it's great that you were able to find inspiration from word verifications. I think the ones on facebook are particularly "inspiring."
Anyway, I like what you're doing with the rhyming. Do you have a rhyme dictionary? You might check one out...I hear from some formal poets I know that they're invaluable.
You might also try incorporating internal rhyming (rhymes that occur mid-line), in addition to end rhymes. Sometimes, this can make the poem seem fuller, the language rounder.
Good work, Chelsea. You may also like experimenting with other kinds of formal poetry: sonnets, sestinas, rondels, villanelles.
We can talk more about these during my next visit.
See you soon. Encourage your classmates to comment, too!
Thanks again for sharing,
M.
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