Poetry part one

Using rhyme to inspire

I once knew a boy called Chad
Who was totally, utterly mad
An L.A. actor
Who’d sung on X factor
To Michael Jackson’s number one ‘Bad’.

Oh how I’d like to be strong
And lift buildings like King Kong
I could carry my shoppin’
Without stoppin’ and droppin’
And nothin’ on earth would go wrong.

I really love buying new shoes,
I’ve got ones that I’ll ever use
They make my feet sore
But I’m always sure
I could do with just one pair more


Inspiration from sound

I close my eyes and doze by the seashore
Far away from children and sandcastles
Nowhere near the noise of the street.

I feel the tingle of the sun scorching my skin
But I stay still and lie
Listening to the steady rhythm
The shhh shhh shhh of the serene sea
Like a lullaby, its laps lull me to slumber.

There’s a gentle hum of planes up above
Painting fluffy white patterns across the blinding blue sky
And the buzz of boats taking people out
Into the cool, refreshing sea.

I hear the laughter, shouts and chatter
Of children running around and splashing.
It feels like they’re miles away
The sounds do not move me, they are constant and calming.


Inspiration from form and structure

Ode to Chocolate

You will be mine forever
My dark and creamy treasure
You tantalise my taste buds
My one and only indulgence

Thy sweet aroma fills the air
My secret love affair
Dangerous, intoxicating
Addictive, always there waiting

I strip the foil caressing thee
Glossy segments appear to me
I love the gentle crack I hear
The time to taste you has drawn near

I prepare myself to savour
Thy rich, delicious flavour
Oh how you are divine!
You are completely mine


Inspiration from Imagery

Black is...
Black is a graveyard in winter
Wind whistling through all day long
The trees creak and snap thin and bare
No birds to sing a sweet song

Black is a graveyard in winter
Tombstones dirty with decay
Puddles of mud everywhere
No flowers to brighten the day.

Home is...
Home is wherever my mum is
With a hot pot of tea on the go
It’s where hours whizz by full of chatter
Gossipin’ about people we know

Home is always warm and cosy
My brother playing guitar
Me and Mum cooking dinner
It’s my favourite place by far.


Inspiration from perspective

The life of a mole
My hole’s quite nice actually
But one day I’d like to live by the sea
In Brighton or even Torquay

My friend, Emily
Moved to the sea last Wednesday
She says it’s quite lovely

However, one thing she stated about her location
Was the fact that the sand caused a major irritation
For digging holes, you see, is what moles do best
But the sand, you see, is a pest

Another thing about the sea
Is the earth is just too salty
I’m rather partial to a juicy morsel
But the earthworms there taste awful!

So on second thoughts, I have to say
The seaside is not sounding good today
I think it will have to be
Just me in my hole, which is quite nice actually!