ENGL 210: Introduction to Creative Writing

Attentive Resistance Fall 2019

Third poem (due Wednesday 09/18 by 6pm)

By Wednesday 09/18 at 6pm, write a narrative poem (a poem that tells a story through verse) that is a scene or conversation between two people. It can be anywhere between 6-25 lines. The speaker of the poem can be one of the two people or it can be a distinct narrator. Experiment and see what comes up.

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23 thoughts on “Third poem (due Wednesday 09/18 by 6pm)

  1. Ashley Anderson
    English 270W
    Professor Cornetta
    9/17/19

    Pondering and wondering

    He asks me something
    along the lines of how I’m good weird.
    All I could think about is about what would happen if
    people read my conversations.
    There was that conversation about
    a kid or two, maybe twins or quadruplets.
    A talk about dinosaurs, (washing)pizza, and dating.
    There is talk of the shaping changing clown from It, and bears, and a little nostalgia.
    Modeling, my falling off some mattresses, and scaring my best friend on camera.
    Our inside jokes range from falling, slipping, or spilling something
    To “pulling a…”
    Well no one needs to know her name but let us just say
    There are some very “Her” things to do, like not wearing shirts underneath jackets
    Or the never-ending forced awareness of modern cowboys.
    Favorite movies and characters and actors and poetry and books and songs,
    People would really thing we’re insane sometimes
    But we have serious chats too:
    Families, problems, family problems,
    Along with a healthy dose of health problems and a pinch of anxiety.
    Brought back to the present,
    I stare at him as the light fades, and say the first thing that pops into my mind:
    “I’ve always wondered what people would think of our banter,
    One started with “Hey, should I become a stripper?”
    He looked at me, and asked our friend the very same thing but changes the ending,
    “Hey, man, should I become a stripper or a fisherman?”

  2. I dreamt that I was a cowboy
    That my steed walked upon eight, endless legs
    We stopped together upon the open plain
    And stared together at the two sunsets
    And I felt at once that we were in paradise.
    “Mm. And was I there?”
    You were a sweet smelling girl back in town
    Whose freckled shoulders spilled out from the neckline of your blouse
    As you poured poison into my whiskey
    Or, perhaps, you were a rugged outlaw, a cigar dangling from your lips
    Your hands were calloused against my throat
    As my Colt rose up from my belt.
    “And?” you drawl. “Why ever would I do that?”
    I stole your father’s horse and he much wanted it returned
    So you came, like a plague of locusts, filling up the skies with your presence
    You were my devil, a vision of all my wants, to steal from me
    Not to return, but to keep, to spite your family
    And, probably, to spoil with sugar cube and apple until
    It no longer wanted to accept such heavy burdens, misery, dark-filled nights
    “Did you dream have a happy ending?”
    Does any dream? I woke with tears spilling down my
    Cheeks and a loss so deep, so terrible, and so sudden
    No longer with my loyal horse at my side when I knew
    The sound of eight hooves against dusty ground
    And feel the weight of a bridle in my hands.

  3. The sound of your laughter,
    your smile,
    chases away the winter in everyone’s eyes.
    Your grin is my spring.
    It’s like love and cherry blossoms.
    You look at me and say
    I’m named after anything beautiful,
    my last name refers to the flowing river.
    If the river continues to flow,
    I continue to love you silently,
    without any conflict.
    Seasons may past
    but my heart is eternal.
    Forever and always….

  4. What is your worst fear?
    The question was unexpected and made me reflect on my past
    What did fear mean?
    It must be an emotion or maybe it’s just another word
    Why did I panic when the question was directed towards me?
    My heart rushed and an anxiety kicked in
    Did I fear for my life?
    No, we live and die that is the law of nature
    What was my biggest fear?
    Then I stopped and looked at his wrist and he asked
    What are you looking at?
    Your watch that is my worst fear
    A watch? Are you going mad?
    No, I mean the time that passes by every second,minute, and hour
    Getting old is your worst fear?
    Sort of, but age is just a number that you can measure or quantify
    What is this fear you are speaking about?
    Impact. Being able to make a difference before I die.
    Life is a single journey and then we are gone.
    Actions are eternal and never fade away like the dust.
    Will fear hold you back my dear old friend?

  5. When you picked me up after my lecture
    On a chilly, rainy January night
    In a Smart car,
    That was my favorite night with you.
    When you freaked out about where your Juul was
    And I joked, “You love your Juul more than me”
    And you said that you don’t, and told me, “Come here”
    And you leaned over to the passenger seat and kissed me
    With your soft lips— that was my first kiss ever.
    With the cold trying to get in,
    And the heat trying to get out,
    The glass became all fogged up, it looked like a movie scene.
    But really, that was the only heat ever between us
    And you know it.
    I hate that that night was with you.
    Screw you, and your stupid Juul, and your stupid soft lips.
    I’m grateful you’re out of my life.
    You really tried slithering your scaly self back into my life
    Your deceitful tongue fluttering, showing your fangs.
    You probably think I’m as cold as that night
    But I don’t care.
    You built a false exterior that reminded me of the sun
    If I’m as cold as that night, you’re even colder.
    I hate you. I hate you so much.
    I wish you the best in your life
    But really, I hope you get hit by a truck.

  6. The intense light was so blinding,
    and the intense air was suffocating me.
    But I refused to give up.
    He asked me again,
    “Thomas, did you do it?”
    “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? NO!”
    I could tell that they didn’t believe me at all.
    Then another one of them came in and said,
    “We’re trying to help you not hurt you.”
    Lies, Lies, Lies, they were all liars!
    Nobody knows what it feels like.
    Always being accused of something,
    Just because I’m a different.
    I mean come on,
    Why else would they blame a 14 year old for killing the president?
    Uh oh. I must’ve said that out loud because then the big boss said,
    “You’re a 29 year old grown man! Stop playing these games.”
    The most annoying pest of all: The chief of police,
    He could see straight through my acts.
    Unlike the other dumb officers, he knew it.
    He knew damn well I wasn’t insane in the slightest.
    Oh well! I’ll just have to polish my act for the jury,
    I mean I did kill the U.S. president after all.

  7. We were holding hands as you walked me home,
    The sun was setting and it looked beautiful down the road.
    You held me in your arms and kissed me gently,
    The tune playing in my head was lovely.
    “I really care for you, you know. You’re my favorite person,”
    With those words, all the heartbreak from my past felt worth the learning.
    Our daughter will have my eyes and hopefully your lips,
    You’ll come home in a suit and hug our kids.
    They’ll have my love for art and your ability to care,
    All will be right in the world, everything will be fair.
    Images of a future were so certain, now everything’s shaken.
    My alarm goes off.
    I have awakened.
    Good morning.

  8. I remember the news,
    you were announced like a detonating fuse,
    I smiled and laughed, I even asked, but it was to soon to tell.
    I didn’t care,
    i couldn’t wait to take you anywhere,
    I remember you being in your mom’s belly,
    she wanted to walk and walk, until her legs turned jelly,
    I was afraid that you would be born in the subway.
    I remember you being born, you looked like an ugly peanut,
    That didn’t stop me from loving you,
    We knew you belong, your mom and dad will try to teach you right from wrong,
    Don’t let them sing you a song, they’re ding-dongs.
    Now you’re turning two, sooner or later you will be like me at twenty-two.
    But for now enjoy your cartoons, maybe you will be the next man on the moon.

  9. I do everything for you!
    Even when your sick with the flu
    Will you do something for me?
    Stop tapping like a flea!
    listen to me!
    I only want you in bed.
    Ill only stop tapping when your dead!
    Your mine to do as I please.
    Ill touch you even if I sneeze.
    I still have the flu.
    Now shut up and send my poo.
    I want to tell you something, feel better.
    Not that you care whatever.
    POOP SENT.
    I’m only at 1%…

    1. Diego and Evelyn,
      I’m sorry me and daddy had to split.
      I’m sorry your daddy lied to me and cheated on me with what’s-her-face
      the cashier from that supermarket
      with the red and green logo.
      I’m sorry that you’ll both be nothing but stardust and twinkling dots in the sky,
      Never to be conceived in my belly.
      Diego and Evelyn,
      my beautiful, gracious, intelligent,
      unborn children.
      Oh how I wish daddy and me were still together.
      Oh how I wish I even had the chance
      To hold you between my fingers.
      My Diego and my Evelyn,
      Nothing but stardust and twinkling dots in the sky.

  10. Return home after longggg exhausting today.
    My feet refuse to take another step.
    Step step the snow creaking under the weight of my feet
    Step
    Step
    Cold cold cold cold
    Just focused on walking
    The voice in my head say
    It a freezing winter night. I can not stop shivery. My body feels like a gelatin. Nobody is around. The night is salient just the snow falling from the sky.
    Sanadly
    I hear footsteps coming from behind. Step that getting closer in a rapidly speed. I did not turn around but smell a familiar perfume. Hard fragrance of a sour taste. A small of an older man. I know who was behind me. In that cold night it felt the temperature rising to a hot summer day.
    Then there was the voices again in my hand, telling me to start running.
    But it too late eee.
    He grabbed me by the arm and squeezed like a lemon. Our gaze met. He looked at me with wild animals eyes. I cry and kick to let myself go of his grabbe.
    Run run the voice in my head say.
    I make to the door.
    My key lost in the bag
    I ring the bell the door buzzed open.
    You are save the voice in my head say.

  11. Jonathan Rios
    English 210

    Fear

    What is your worst fear?
    The question was unexpected and made me reflect on my past
    What did fear mean?
    It must be an emotion or maybe it’s just another word
    Why did I panic when the question was directed towards me?
    My heart rushed and an anxiety kicked in
    Did I fear for my life?
    No, we live and die that is the law of nature
    What was my biggest fear?
    Then I stopped and looked at his wrist and he asked
    What are you looking at?
    Your watch that is my worst fear
    A watch? Are you going mad?
    No, I mean the time that passes by every second,minute, and hour
    Getting old is your worst fear?
    Sort of, but age is just a number that you can measure or quantify
    What is this fear you are speaking about?
    Impact. Being able to make a difference before I die.
    Life is a single journey and then we are gone.
    Actions are eternal and never fade away like the dust.
    Will fear hold you back my dear old friend?

  12. “You have a nice smile,” he says.
    He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
    He doesn’t know that your smile
    Once brought tears and fear.
    “I like holding your hands,” he says.
    Does he now?
    Wait ’til he hears about
    the destruction you’ve caused, the
    suffering. The bruises.
    “You have a big heart,” he says.
    Maybe, but as big as it is,
    it doesn’t want to let go of things that
    want to leave. It controls
    other hearts, manipulates them,
    so that they stay.
    “I love you,” he whispers,
    and that makes you crumble
    because you don’t want to ruin this.
    Why hasn’t he left yet?
    You’ve been told you’re improving,
    but can’t he see them?
    The skeletons in the closet,
    the blood on those hands he likes to hold.

  13. I thought I knew
    When I turned a blind eye to, the one who
    The one who shared the burden
    The one who stood beside you, when-
    When you had it all
    I thought that was your victory
    You could have all of the spoils
    But that will not change history, you were a light
    Lit for those who
    Needed you the most
    Lit to shine for who
    You Knew would be

    Devastated

    When it
    Ceased to shine

  14. A Crown of orange glows on her head
    as we walk through the forest
    “Where are we?” She asks me,
    I shrug,
    Where are we? I don’t know
    I know we are where the fallen leaves
    set the path alight with golden flames.
    I know we are where cool breaths puffs in
    the orange air.
    I know we are where the crickets sing their evening
    song.
    “Where are we?” she repeats again,
    I shrug
    “We are in the unnamed.” I say
    She bites back a grin.
    “I doubt that’s true.”

  15. A cold morning
    Colder than the rest
    My hands numb, grabbing onto the warmth in my cup
    Each step heavier than the last, “Are you okay?” asked the wind
    “I’m fine” was my answer to you
    But was I?
    The flowers withered and cried
    You were too far to see
    “Can we go back in time?” I blurted out to the emptiness in my heart
    “I hope you’re better off” I said to the illusion of your voice
    “Why?” I asked the headlines of every newspaper article
    “Tell me I did well” was all you answered back
    No explanation
    No goodbye
    Just a brief “I failed you”
    Truth is, I can never resent you because “I was the one that failed you”
    You suffered in silence
    Where was I? A blind fool
    I wish I had noticed sooner
    I wish I had been less selfish
    I wish you were still here
    I wish for you to be happy
    Wherever you are…
    “You did well”

  16. Finally we’re alone
    I throw my bag on the floor
    And dive face first into my pillow
    “How was your day?”
    The same as yesterday.
    “Well how do you feel?”
    Nothing has changed
    And I have a headache.
    “How’s therapy?”
    I stop going.
    “Why? I thought you said it helped”
    It was but I could really use the cash
    Plus nobody could do better than what I could do for myself.
    “Then maybe we should stop talking”
    But I need you, this is my only escape
    That isn’t drugs
    “But I keep you awake”
    At least you understand
    And don’t judge me like most of my friends
    Hold on, I hear my mom calling
    Prolly for dinner
    Let’s have this conversation later
    Maybe when I’m back in bed
    Voice in my head

  17. It’s about that time of day,
    that you come to sweep me away.
    “Good morning my dear”,
    Your raspy voice is the sound I hear.
    “Maybe today I can take you out”,
    I couldn’t help but shout.
    This was a big mistake,
    as you close my crate.
    “You always do this, when will you learn?”
    I’m not supposed to act out like this,
    but I know you will return.
    I’ll be silent, I swear!
    It appears that you don’t care.
    It’s that time of day,
    Nightfalls and you seem to be at your peak.
    This seems to be the end of my streak.

  18. We’re sitting in the car
    the basketball game just ended
    it was my last night cheering
    and you came to watch
    we were just friends
    but we both knew it was something more
    you ask for a song to put on the radio
    and I mention this song my sister kept playing at home
    and how it was stuck in my head
    for whatever reason
    your face lights up
    That’s my favorite song!
    we sang the entire car ride
    on our way to get dinner together
    but we were just friends
    right?

  19. Rodrigo’s poem:

    Crawl out through the fallout

    We sparked many many moons ago,
    a desert of green mist melts all,
    Together we venture, together we expire
    Under the lively colored sky;
    So close yet nowhere near to anything
    Are we expire my dear?

    Perhaps, thorns pierced the earth
    thorns blacked the sky, thorns melted
    everything. All but us, deserts of gassy green
    litter the once heavenly city, now a junkyard.
    Light is only seen at the end of the tunnel-
    My eyes have yet to see it, My eyes will not
    wait, dawn will come.

    A Mirror is fragile, Light temporary,
    no, leafs change and whiter.
    The green will devour us, our life will
    break down, one by one, little by little.
    Poisonous the air is, painful struggle is.
    Subject to fate? there is no light.

    My heart burns, mirrors catch me on fire.
    The tunnel I will leave, expire is a better fate
    than becoming a mole. Do as such,
    the light I will find, a top a hill of blades.

  20. I remember that day.
    Brown eyes met Green
    Orange leaves matched your hat
    Your sneakers were dirty
    I’ve been here before,
    But it did not matter.
    From Tompkins to Brooklyn, it can feel crowded.
    But when I was with you,
    the night held just two.

  21. Diego and Evelyn
    I’m sorry me and Daddy had to
    split.
    I’m sorry your Daddy lied
    to me and our family.
    Oh, my children
    with his eyes and my nose
    his lips and my hair.
    I’m sorry that you’ll be nothing but
    stardust
    and twinkling dots in the sky
    never to be conceived
    in my belly.

    Diego and Evelyn
    my
    beautiful,
    gracious,
    intelligent,
    unborn children.

    Oh how I wish Daddy and I were still together
    To hold you between my fingers.
    But you’re nothing but
    stardust
    and twinkling dots in the sky.

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