Ideogram Poem

S A thin chord or tube tangled among itself

C A horseshoe, with a tip broken off of one end

O A large hoop, being lit on fire

T A nice, square table on a small stage

T A large arrow pulled back in a bow, pointed upwards

Writing Starter #32

My shadow walks the floor beneath me

It knows where I have gone

It knows where I rise to the occasion

It knows right where I fall

The thought of it is quite uneasy

The patronage is long

My shadow understands every sensation

Better than them all

Synesthesia Poem

Green is growing and flourishing

It is bright, it is hopeful

Green is delicate, holding on by a single thread

But green is strong

Green holds up the weight of the world with its bare hands

Yet tastes sweet, tastes crisp

It tastes like wet fuji apple picked from the top of a tall tree in the country

Green is a sign of better days to come

Of ambition and of progress

Green brings the hope that things have been changed, so they can be changed back

Writing Starter #31

No one quite as daring as the man named Christoph Towne

He searched for the greatest art collection, till his world came tumbling down

A hotel lobby came from the clue, it must be there, this he knew

But he sank through the floor and hit like a rock, the treasure he had found

His whole life's work was validated, for right before his eyes

Littered the floor, coming out the door, Da Vinci's enterprise

The paintings began to bustle about, and without pause Towne let out a shout

For in that moment, they stole his life, and the art began to arise

Best Thing Poem

"Rhode Island"

The best part is that it rests
So loosely into the ocean

Or perhaps the boats between the two,
which are constantly in motion

Maybe the smell is the best part
of fish and clams and beaches

But the beach itself is oh so great
where the gentle ocean reaches

The rocky terrain along the beach
where hikes and jogs don't end

But the best part truly is who is with me:
my father, my best friend

Writing Starter #30

Dear Tree,

Your bark is the roughest in all of the land.

You outstretch your touch with your leaf of a hand.

What do you think, or do you only just grow?

You can't seem to talk so it's difficult to know.

Yet you remain steady, day after dar.

To be just like that, is what I pray.

Quiet/Noisy Poem

A meth-head crushed by an ATM machine.

A cancer patient in the crawl space goes completely mad.  

An acid soaked body melts through the ceiling.  

And I sit at home watching Breaking Bad.  

A redneck handcuffed to a ceiling.  

A zombie turns a white man red.  

A samurai gouges a governor's eye out.

And I sit at home watching the Walking Dead.  

The stock market rises, then falls again.  

An olympic hero with a blood stained knife.  

The threat of the world going up in flames.  

And I sit at home not concerned with real life.