I wrote two odes. Odes are structured in 10-line stanza following a rhyme scheme and in Iambic Pentameter, in case you didn't know. I'd like you guys to criticize me, or praise, but I am extremely certain it'll be the form. Enjoy!
An Ode to Teenage Poetry.
[code]The inner angst of teenage problems starts
With pain (what’s pain to them?) so coarse in rhyme
(Or even sans the rhyming schemes or parts
That people needed back before) with time
To view, yet (Come on, people used to take
A lot of time to create master works
With complex structure, using pretty words
And feelings; now disgraced with many fake
Disputes) the pain, supposed to be the perk,
We all have felt before (though theirs unheard).
What qualms (always sad about what burns
The mind, and low above the grounded hearts,
And never seeing reason always turns
To pain, the fakeness pain that ills and darts
My stomach towards accord, but never long
Before I come to; blanked, nothing I care
About, because, I’ve tried but cannot, dim
Ideas that bring no care no matter (wrong
Ideas in mind) how thorough they’re aware
We’re lost) that allows poems wrong as them?
No(art is sacred; complex, clever thought;
Enlightened, comely tone; and broadened crowd;
All things to art. Your ‘art’ has only taught
The sorrowed life that plastic people shroud
With closed emotions, periled comfort , wide
To narrow views, which combine, perfect ring,
To form disaster. Time is long, and life
Is hard, and every type of person hides
Their truths in secret; Hide your hate, and strife;
Mature. Be silent in pain. We all are)thing
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An Ode to Drifting Leaves
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These leaves are drifting down with fright, the first
They’ve been together, nights always apart,
For last, the stems are tied, so linked to start
Their time, and land in gentle water, nursed
By droplets, thrust in softly rapid force
Along the rocky currents, now, adrift:
The cool, abating flow; the leaves endorse
The brooks relaxed and baby swells; the curt
And certain path, with both the leaves unhurt;
The water widens, truth reveals, too swift.
T he river roars, and (trees) do blow too bold,
T he lea(ves are tugged, with, cra,sh:ing waves and wind,
Inept to calm the bo;nd, the lea((ves are pin
ned
Toge
ther, claim forsaken li)(nk cold
And broken, stormy clout without a w ay
To incr)ease once unyielding ba)(nd to lull;
In swells, the lea:::ves have fallen, ;into: ;fray;
The lea)
(v)
(e)
(s) are lost without each ((((other there,
Relived at last, and d
r
i
f
t
i
n
g far, to tear
Them part; (was it the (right of fate) to scull)?
The ocean vast and wide, a Leaf is left
To fend in lone endeavor; lone in thought
And need of warmth and it, as partner wrought
Has gone, begotten gloom and such a heft
Which fails and burdens Leaf. The Leaf is strong,
And black, in lieu of open space, the field
The Leaf can hold now, blank despair from loss,
The weight and sink, and down to depths concealed
From mate that lost to tension, then untied
With raining penance. Leaf is gone, have died
And shriveled past the point of seen emboss
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