50 Shades of Graphite -- the 2015 Sardis Secondary Writing 12 Blog

50 Shades of Graphite -- the 2015 Sardis Secondary Writing 12 Blog

Friday, October 9, 2015

Imagist Poems -- Add them here!


"The written word should be clean as bone [or marble]."


Add your imagist poem in the comments box below following the principles laid out by the Imagist movement and the guidelines given in class:


    - a free verse poem 


    - contains between two and twelve lines 


    - your poem delivers a single, concrete image without excess of language





"The written word should be clean as bone."

12 comments:

  1. Cherry Blossom

    An aerial string
    of blushing petals
    abandon
    their mothers
    and
    float
    to
    earth
    fallen
    soldiers

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  2. Korean BBQ

    He spoke
    in staccato sounds

    smoke poured
    from his open mouth.

    Flicking his
    lit cigarette
    onto
    the restaurant floor.

    Viveca Braaten

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  3. Carpet

    "He reaches
    and pulls
    the lever in the dark

    Lets the cargo fall
    like a bomb."

    Mitchell Hiscoe

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  4. Verona

    Locks clustered together
    on a wire fence
    someone's in love
    with another

    they threw away the key.

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  5. Hannah

    Fiery stars
    splattered
    on cheeks.
    Oceans blink at me.

    -Rose de Bruijn

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  6. The First Time I Met My Brother

    A tiny body
    wires embedded in fragile veins
    sustaining beautiful innocence
    of a life
    yet to be lived.

    The little one smiles
    in his sleep,
    a nurse checks
    the beeping on his machine.

    Brianna Payne

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  7. Chipping paint
    and coloured ink
    litter the edges of kissing desks.
    Telling silent tales of
    inattentive students
    and monotonous teachers.

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  9. A Smoking Mistake
    ______

    Inhale,
    lungs expand
    try to expel the burning.

    Exhale,
    lungs contract
    smoke leaves scalded lungs.

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  10. Filling the Sky - Matt McGifford

    Clouds
    glide across
    the massive sky,
    reflect a golden glow,
    create a sense
    of insignificance,
    and float along
    just being clouds.

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  11. sitting in the car
    only the light of your cigarette
    illuminates
    your grinning face
    misshapen
    reclined in the drivers seat
    staring at me

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  12. June Tenth

    Eyes welling
    Tears dripping
    Down my face
    Too afraid to fall freely
    Throat tightens
    You're gone
    -Michelle Pierscionek

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