Self Portrait Poem
My hair is like butter, smooth and silky
My eyes are like hot cocoa, brown and warm
My fingers are tree stumps, short and stumpy
My personality is a mess, serious one minute then childish the next
My heart holds fear
That is black as coal
I live in a curling iron
And eat bobby pins
By Livia Kola
Haiku
A thin line of black
carrying my tomato,
taking it away
By Livia Kola
Inside this Mind
Inside this Poem
Inside this mind,
cogs are spinning wild
Processing every number
every letter, every symbol
that I see.
This mind needs help
When it comes to memories
Which is why little people live inside
filing and sorting
my every thought.
By Livia Kola
When The Music Played that Night
Villanelle
When the music played that night,
people danced with such ease
It was really quite a sight
Our faces were lit by the moonlight
as we looked over the shining seas
When the music played that night
Glowing lanterns were sent into flight
and lifted by the breeze
It was really quite a sight
All around, fireflies shined their golden light,
and wind rattled the trees
When the music played that night
I’m glad I got the invite
Because I wouldn’t want to miss events like these
It was really quite a sight
And for the first time in awhile, I felt alright
The day was mine to seize
When the music played that night
It was really quite a sight
By Livia Kola
Hatred of Winter
Sestina Poem
Now that everything is covered in snow,
I have to stay inside
We used to climb on trees
or play on the beach
But the only thing I like about winter
Is the smell of cookies on Christmas
I’m only looking forward to Christmas
Not the snow
That falls during winter
I don’t want to be inside
I’d rather be running on the beach
or hanging in the trees
Now that the leaves have fallen off the trees
and it’s even closer to Christmas
I only have memories of the beach
but I’m growing fond of the snow
Even though it looks gloomy from inside,
I’m warming up to winter
I can’t explain my hatred for winter
I guess I prefer leaves on trees,
and I was never one to stay inside
but it’s worth it for Christmas
I can handle a little snow
as I visualize the beach
Remember the beach?
Well I can’t, its way past winter
and I can only see snow
Remember the trees?
Well I can’t, it’s way past Christmas
And I’m still stuck inside
Soon I’ll be out from my cave inside
And I’ll be running in salty air on the beach
but I’ll miss Christmas,
and I’ll miss winter.
Even though I’ll be up in the trees
I’ll still miss the crunch of the snow
Now that I’m not inside, and its past winter,
I’m getting sick of the beach, and the trees
I can’t wait for Christmas cookies, and crunchy snow.
By Livia Kola
The Seed
Sonnet
A girl is born, a seed waiting to grow
Filled with wonder and potential
Finds comfort under the weeping willow
Where she feels the most influential
The stage where she’s bloomed and wants to go back
Engulfed in other’s words and the chitchat
Examines herself for what she might lack
Are her leaves to pale? Is her stem to fat?
As life takes its toll, she will wilt away
Trying to remember memories past
Tries to live in tomorrow’s yesterday
Because any day could be her sad last
But soon another life will start its feed,
with every planting of a new seed.
By Livia Kola
What have you learned about YOUR poetry writing?
I have learned that I don’t enjoy writing poetry. I usually think literally which makes the writing challenging.
What was your favorite style of poem and why?
I liked the ones that gave me more freedom, such as the haiku or the inside this.
What challenges did you face with this unit? Explain.
One challenge I faced was that I think to literal, which makes writing poems a challenge. Thinking of synonyms for words is also stressful when you have to fit a certain structure.
