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Window Pane

Rain travels
trickling down
window pathways
gravity pulling my thoughts
deeper into my mind,
images of media, news,
hopes and blues
drop into a dark whirlpool.

I look out further...
Beyond the pane
autumn trees
poke skyward,
each trembling leaf a 
colour celebration
of life from death.

Life from death…
reminds me of Jesus
explosion of life in darkness

I feel warm inside.

Starting Thoughts: Just looking out the window on a rainy morning, covid 19 stalking the world, and Autumn painting its colours.
Poem Topic Tags: #autumn, #covid19, #cross, #death, #home, #life, #mind, #pain, #rain, #resurrection, #warmth
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Death and life in Autumn Spoken Word Poem

Mist

Mist swallowed 
old soldier trees
lean tiredly against
peeled teeth missing fences,
Silently the grey stalks 
across overgrown 
weed invaded grass
creeping around the gaunt
black ribbed house,
climbing rotting walls
sliding through shattered windows
seeking collapsing dreams,
just one hope to shore
up life.

derelict loneliness
is all the mist
fingers find.

Poem Tags
#anthropomorphism, #derelict, #house, #loneliness, #metaphor, #mist, #old, #poetry, #spoken-word, #seasons, #weather,

Prompt
Mist and loneliness stalk the derelict house.
Mist creeps through a derelict house

Each White Song

Each white song
Unique crystalline beauty,
Cleansed in the Sun,
Formed extreme cold
Symmetric created crystals,
Now
Gracefully tumbling,
At times blown
on winds of fancy,
Yet drawn by gravity
By the power
towards earth.

Together
they meet
jostle and settle
mingle and mix,
Each one fragile
but together,
power to stop cars, trucks,
avalanches and glaciers
inexorable change
to the world.
Together
celebrations of life
Snowboard excitement cuts
Snowball thrown
family fun.

The potential of one
Being one.
Unique snowflakes Christian Poetry

Rain Falling

Dark night
loved by neons,
rain comes stealing softly
through black blanket,
an orchestra of drops
plays on the roof
while my soul
gently rests
in bed's warmth,
thoughts ease
troubles drain
my heart is flooded
with peace.

Prompt
The sound of rain falling on the roof. How does it make you feel?
Rain Falling Poem

Drizzle Soak

Wet cold
Rain fingers
find holes,
clothes tightened
hunched smaller
head down,
hair trickles
eyes watch
puddle captures
Winter drizzle.
WALT: To write a poem to communicate how we can summarise thoughts two words at a time.
Success Criteria:
  • I have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
  • Paired words intentionally and carefully
  • Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
  • I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
  • I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
  • I can use and credit Creative Commons images.

A Poem is Not

A poem is not a chair, but it can make you comfortable.
A poem is not a fridge, but it can leave you cold.
A poem is not microwave, but it can heat the soul.
A poem is not a carpet, but it covers life's flaws.
A poem is not a curled cat, but it can make you feel warmth.
A poem is not a LED screen, but it entertains.
A poem is not a door, but it can open alternative thoughts.
A poem is not a pathway, but it can take you to new places.
A poem is not a gate, but it can break holes in barriers.
A poem is not a pavement, but it can crack you up.
A poem is not a flower, but it blooms ideas.
A poem is not fresh-air, but it expands mind-lungs.
A poem is not a walk, but exercises aspirations.
A poem is not a scurrying ant, but embraces curiosity.
A poem is not the dappled sun, but it powers creativity.
A poem is not the universe, but it always expands the reader.
A poem is not a bus-stop, but is an alternative beginning.
WALT: To write a poem to communicate how poetry can be fun to play with words and to entertain people with it.

Success Criteria:
* I have followed the form but shown an ability to vary with intention as needed.
* Place in the poem two thoughts about 'me'.
* Creating not just a random set of lines but using craft.
* I have correctly punctuated with complex sentences with comma/s.
* I have improved vocabulary by utilising a thesaurus.
* I can use and credit Creative Commons images.

Cloud Watching

Cloud watching,
formation fun,
Puffy domed tops,
wisp layers,
vapour floating,
condensed atmosphere,
Science whiteness
bringing ever-changing imagination,
Cloud Gallery.
This poem came from research about clouds from this website.
WALT:
To write a poem that communicates creatively my thoughts and research.

Success Criteria:

  • The words we pick fit together
  • The ideas work together line by line
  • To use punctuation to enhance the meaning and help the reader.
  • I have added my own thoughts to put in my voice.
  • To credit the sources that I used.

Hail

It started...
just a tickle of noise
transferred through tin roof,
then thundered louder
as white marbles hit,
bouncing also on tarmac.

Boys faces lit with excitement,
bodies quivered
and reading Animal Farm was lost.

Faces scrunched against windows,
Asked for
Release,
Set free
they ran into the pain
shirt soaked
wanting to experience
hailstones on heads
Crazy moments at school.
WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:
  • Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
  • Short simple thoughts, one per line
  • Unnecessary and small words cut out.

Alive in the Storm

It starts
with a whisper
a rustle of leaves
breathed on by wind,
Scudding clouds arrive
gusts slam
branches protest,
bending pain to grey black clouds.
Tree fingers are broken
falling slain to sodden grass.
Rain knives slash
from overloaded buckets
driving deep into my clothes.
I stand
waiting for a bus,
Cold, excited
loving the whipped movements,
the power,
the storm.
WALT:
To communicate an experience, with descriptive language, so that others can feel they are there.

Success Criteria:
  • Others can feel they are there, remember times like this themselves.
  • Use commas to set the rhythm of the poem
  • Short interesting thoughts, one per line
  • Unnecessary and small words cut out.
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