My tartan rug
Since attempting to write some poetry here on hub pages.I found out how little I knew about poetry.
I thought it was quite simple
just like i,d done before.
You wrote a four line verse
rythming numbers two and four.
I decided to set myself a challenge, and write different types of poetry about the same subject.
The idea came to mind while cleaning my car and I found my old tartan rug.
Anyway here is my attempt at different types of poems.
I have tried to stick to the rules of a shakespearian sonnet.
I Lay you gently down upon the grass.
I set the picnic out beneath a tree.
I sit and think will waiting time to pass.
Today I’ll ask my love to marry me.
We have shared many of life’s hopes and aims.
The summer picnics in my first loves arms.
My children on you happy playing games.
Why did I not hear those loud alarms?
Now there is only you to keep me warm.
You wrap around me in my drunken sleep.
We did not see the coming of the storm.
Why did I have to sink down oh so deep?
I’ll find a way out of this hole I’ve dug.
And get our old life back my tartan rug.
Tanka or Stinka?
Tanka poems are short, lyrical poetry structured in 31 syllables arranged in groups of 5, 7, 5, 7 and 7, syllables. In english, the tanka is usually written as five short lines.
On my tartan rug.
Pondering my life desire.
Gazing at the stars.
Praying for the river card.
To win life’s game of poker.
Haiku or Shitu?
Haiku has five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five again in the last line.
Lying on my rug.
Summer suns last rays fading.
Thinking of lost love.
I will finish off with that old favourite a Limerick.
At a spot near an old mining pit
I laid my rug down for to sit.
As I took of my shoe
I smelt the dog poo.
Now my rug is all covered in shyt.