The Legend (free verse):
That gypsy woman
has got long
black hair
and a crooked nose
or so they say.
She has an evil grin
planted
on her wrinkled face.
She flies
and cannot stay
in one place
for over a month.
Her arms are thin
bare
and knobby.
Her fingers are long
thin
and pointy
with curly nails.
All she has to do
is point
her bony finger
to send you into a trance.
She wears a deep
blood red gown
that waves in the wind.
That is what they all say,
and have said
for years and years.
But
is
it
True?
First Sighting (free verse):
walking
along the sandy shore
waves crashing
against my bare feet
the sun
a giant fiery ball
toiling out of
the pink streaked sky
its reflection
shimmering
on the cold
deep
water
looking
at the puffy clouds
could it be?
a black silhoette
peering around
a dog-shaped cloud
so mysterious
flies closer
and lands
inches
in front of me
could it be?
the gypsy woman?
Not Like the Legend (haiku):
not like the legend
her skin was pale and freckled
her hair, wispy brown
her sky blue gown
her touch was as soft as snow
the gypsy woman
Friendship (acrostic):
First it came slowly
Rumors & reluctance
In time, we grew to be
Everlasting friends
Never thought this would happen
Deep trust
Some day, she'll teach me
How to fly
Instead of breaking this
Perfect bond
Flying (cinquain):
flying
leaping, soaring
trying, falling, failing
gaining a ticket to freedom
flying
Goodbye (concrete):
I
try
to fly
and soar
like a bird
be weightless
but I am unable
your gypsy curse
is just too strong
all hope seems lost
my heart is aching
that shining teardrop
rolling down your cheek
long sweet embraces
and I had to
say goodbye
Just Another Day (rhyme):
My heart was aching
On just another day
I felt all torn apart
You hadn't come to stay
It was just another day
I was standing in my house
And I heard something behind me
As softly as a mouse
I whirled around on my heel
and there, right there, you stood
You sat down and told me
About your childhood
Gypsy Curse (couplet):
"That gypsy curse
Started long ago
It was Halloween
And my friends dared me to go
Ring the witch's doorbell
On that cold cloudy night
For her creepy house with spiderwebs
Gave everyone such fright
So I was whiked inside her house
And never seen again
All because of that gypsy curse
That started way back when
For only a month
Could I stay in one place
Before I simply
Got sucked into space
Well, it's alright, I guess,
I know it could be worse
I just wish I could get rid of
This twisted gypsy curse."
The Fight (free verse):
I was glad to see you
but
the curse
still lurked
in my mind
I knew this visit
would only last a month
I tried
to make the most of it
we talked
we laughed
everything seemed perfect
until it was your time
to return to the sky
you slowly
floated upwards
but I pulled you down
against the hard cold earth
you lifted up
and I yanked down
up
and down
up
and down
my hands were sore
from pushing you to the ground
and I could see
the bruises on your back
but I also saw the terror
in your eyes
a longing
to be free
so I pushed
push
push
push
with all I have
because you are all I have
and I can't let you go
push
push
push
and if this were a movie
there would be violins playing
because you never
left the ground
again.
Author notes
The "Goodbye" poem is messed up, it is supposed to look like a teardrop. Tell me what you think. I wrote this for a school project so There are different kinds of poems.
Does the story line make sense?
Comments
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You have confused me, even thought that is not hard to do. I still liked the poems though, they were really good. Teardrops fine btw, not messed up..
xx,
natalie
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What school project was this for? Was it in 4th grade? The teardrop worked out pretty well. Can you explain this project to me, it doesn't make that much sense...I really like the poems though, they're awesome. Just one thing at the beginning though, where it says "wind bites as it blows, I wish for more days like these." or sumthin like that
(im too lazy to scroll up
) anyway, why do u want more days like that when the wind is biting? isn't that a bad thing ??!!! and that's what's confuddling too, what does the beach then gots ta do w/ the gypsy. holy crud this is long...oh well
anyway, i give you an F FOR F-ERT

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This was for the poem book at the end of 6th grade... The project was to write 8 poems but I wrote 10. They had to be different types like haiku and cinquain. Do u remember that project? They didn't have to be related but I made mine form a story b/c I am special.
And about the wind, it isn't like the wind biting is a bad thing, im just trying to find a descriptive way of saying that it is windy.
And the beach poem, well I wrote it before I decided to make this whole thing a story, so it doesn't really fit in. It was because she went to the beach and met the gypsy woman there.
Anyway, thanks for the clappy dudes
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