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Poetry Writing Fall 2022 Baylee Fincher
This semester I decided to take this poem class to see if there was anything new to learn about myself. I will have to say that some of the assignments made me think about certain things I have not ever thought about before or even bringing back old, core memories. Personally, I think that when I put myself to the assignment, I was able to create a poem well. I can look at different poems, notice different types, but also instead of just thinking it is just a regular poem I can point them out. Taking this poetry class has put my writing skills to the challenge. It has opened my eyes to more creative ways to write and read things, looking at it from a different perspective. Giving me another creative writing skill under my belt if I were to ever need it or if I just wanted to explore it more, go more into depth with it I could. Having a prompt or free range to write poems has given me opportunities to write about things I would not have ever thought about and even being able to let it go through writing it down and putting it in a poem.
Duplex Poems I begin with pain, not explaining much. Just the word itself should be enough Just the word pain, explains enough Pain can mean different things For others, pain can look different But the word is understood The word pain is an understood feeling Without having to explain much
Duplex Poem Start with the baby of family Most spoiled rotten We all called each other spoiled rotten My baby sister, she’s my best friend I sometimes think I’m her best friend Who really cares anyways I really care about her well being She’s my baby sister
Writers of Society The ones who must keep, All the ones in a society Up to date with all the news Going around and about a place The writers of society Must keep them all of knowledge
Heritage and Place To be honest, my heritage rarely Spoke about, ask a few questions Here and there but not much My place in the world Is just a small one but, Is big to the ones around me
Self-loathing, self-love Celebration of being a woman, It’s hard to just celebrate one thing When there is so much to being a woman, but The best parts are the nature of caring for And loving other human being Bringing life into this world is just beautiful Now, for the bad things. Being a woman means giving up many parts of who you are You are always expected to give more More time and effort into things Such as families or housework Having a good partner plays a lot into it Not everyone is fortunate to get that same love back So sometimes, it is single moms Doing what women do best, caregivers.
Haiko Poem Butterflies are pretty Out in the green, tall fields They fly all through the grass
Haiko Poem Basketball makes me happy During practice, games, and my team It is fun out on the court
Haiko Poem Love is a choice You choose to love them, well If it’s real love anyways
Last message There it was all typed out The last message I ever wanted to send I knew it would be sooner or later Unfortunately, it was way sooner than planned Confessed the last bit of love left In a silly last message The last message was to you Whom I thought my heart belonged to Even though that is not true Sometimes my heart still longs for you In the last message I wrote I hope you understand it’s not me It’s you
To whom you will be Lately it has been a struggle This is not who you are Just simply where you are in the moment Never give up or quit You are so much more Then what meets the eye When looking back at the past I hope you have no regrets When you think of who you were She will be so proud For how hard you fought for things That meant so much to you To future me I hope you never question yourself Nowadays that is the battle Some days better than others You’re over the verged of happiness All you have is you