Besides writing fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi stories and novels, I also dabble in poetry as well. One of my posts on Tea with Tumnus features a bit of rhyming prose I wrote, called “Prophecy: A Harry Potter Poem.”
Here I’ve added some links to my poems on the site Allpoetry.com, which is slightly similar to Wattpad. A lot of these poems are old (and I admit it, I do need to publish some new ones) but for now, head over there to enjoy some of my poetry. I have a list of links to each poem right here:
This poem was so much fun to write and even though I wrote it over a year ago, I’m still pretty proud of it, if I do say so myself. XD It could carry the alternative title “Harry Potter in a Nutshell.” To read more about it, check out my post where I feature it and talk about J. K. Rowling’s writing style on this blog!
I used to surf for a few years, and then fearful experiences with the ocean pulled me out the water, so I haven’t even gone swimming in the sea for a year and a half now. I had too many panic attacks out there in the waves, and so I decided to write a poem where a surfer dies at sea. I don’t know what made me write about such a depressing thing, but I enjoyed it. 😀
On a lighter note, I wrote a funny poem, keeping the beachy theme. It’s definitely a humorous one with sci-fi vibes, if you couldn’t already tell by the title. It’s definitely more of a fun little piece I started writing on a whim, but I kind of liked how it came out, so I decided to post this one too. Enjoy it! *wince* I’m crazy, I get it!
This is a rhyming poem I wrote in about half an hour, and the whole piece is more of a question (you can count the question marks, hehe). I focus on asking how and why wars and rivalry are based on the discrimination of people with different colored skin. As anti-racist, this is something I feel strongly about. I have known lovely people of all different colors, and our nation’s history is so steeped in the shedding of blood for the freedom, or the bondage, of African Americans. The sociology and psychology behind this phenomenon is fascinating, but I believe it really boils down to just the corrupt nature of man and the instinct to react to someone or something that is different from ourselves.
So, anyway, I wrote a poem about it.
I wrote this poem a long time ago, so I must have been in a dark mood at the time. But I reread and recently edited it. It’s a bit too depressing for me now, but polishing it up was fun.