Petra Lopes

Ms. Kilpatrick
Creative Writing
26 May 2014
Song to Lief in General, I guess. [Intentional Misspelling for Emphasis on Poets
Indecision]
From this decision I depart,
That from the memory
Of power and grandeur apart,
To greater things I fly.

I go to friends and foes to make,

Solutions to my plights.
With stronger conviction I take,
Justice, liberty, rights.

Perhaps this adjustments best,

No regrets shall I have.
I now board this peculiar quest,

And fulfill my other halve.

Reflection-ish:
I tried to copy the song Richard Lovelace made for Lucy Sacherevell. He talked about
how he was leaving her to go to war because of his honour. Likewise, in my poem, I
talked about moving from one decision to another and hoping that it was for the best. I
tried to maintain the format, of having 8 syllables in a line, then six, then eight, then
six again. And I tried to maintain the format and rhyming scheme and the essential
elements of speech.

Because Flowers.
Fleeting beauty which none can dare compare,
Soft, fragile, entrancing, marbled colour,
Upright swaying with the covert spring air.
Preventing bodies of immense dolour,
Sheltering lives of otherwise faint beings,
Enriching fragrance of the atmosphere,
A great symbol of royalty and freeing,
Coiled in fine garlands for occasions cheer,
Woefully wrought in bundles for the dead,
A dreadful drug consuming ones last light,
Mistaken for the condiment of bread,
Courageously fighting Times boundless bite.
A delicate thing so transitory,
Its charm only but a short-lived glory.

Autumn Night
Orange, yellow, red, brown,
The city wears the dark like a gown,
Purple, violet, indigo hues,
So different than your average blues.

A fierce tree alight stands,

Defying the sky with its radiant stance.
The Stygian water quietly slinks,
No reflection can be seen.

Shining lights brightly shimmer,

As the nights keep glowing dimmer.
The secrets held within kept private,
Looming buildings protection provided.

What mysteries does this town hold?

That the very post like a centurion bold,
Guards the dark with its light,
Inspires me to such a poem write.