Humbly My Poetry
Cinquains, Diamantes, Five Senses Poems, and Haikus that I have created.
Here are a few of the poems that I have written in recent years. I hope that you enjoy them!
Cinquain Poem
Liberty
Liberty
Accountable, free
Secure, defend, enjoy
It is an inalienable right
Sovereignty
Diamante Poems
Two Lives
Dr. Jekyll
Intelligent, creative
Brewing, drinking, changing
Mad scientist, malpractice, giant, monster
Running, jumping, attacking
Scary, hideous
Mr. Hyde
Opposition In All Things
Liberty
Independent, free
Self-governing, emancipating, unshackling
Autonomy, sovereignty, restriction, tyranny
Constraining, imprisoning, enslaving
Dangerous, deadly
Slavery
Blotz Poem
The Nefarious Newt
This is a nefarious newt.
The nefarious newt lives in New Jersey where his naïve neighbors have no knowledge of Ned.
The nefarious newt eats the noses of naughty nerds, nice newborns, nasty ninja, and nannies.
The nefarious newt likes narrow napkins, his Nixon nightlight, nickels, and neckties.
The nefarious newt neglects his nightly nursing job.
The nefarious newt nimbly nourishes itself on my native nightshade.
Five senses Poems
Powerful Purple
Powerful is purple.
It tastes like electricity.
It sounds like thunder.
It smells like victory.
It looks like freedom.
It makes you feel independent.
Orange Gratitude
Gratitude is orange.
It tastes like warm gooey pizza after a hard day.
It sounds like a mother’s soothing lullaby.
It smells like the crisp air after a cleansing rain.
It looks like a desert sunrise on a fall day.
It makes you feel a calming peace.
White Indignation
Indignation is white.
It tastes like justice.
It sounds like a judge's gavel.
It smells like fiery ire.
It looks like righteous anger.
It makes you feel appeased.
Creative Rainbow
Creativity is a colorful rainbow.
It takes like tutti frutti.
It sounds like a roaring waterfall.
It smells like a morning sunrise in the desert.
It looks like a swirling galaxy.
It makes you feel like a god.
Bloody Communism
Communism is blood red.
It tastes like stagnant death.
It sounds like mournful misery.
It smells like electrifying pain.
It looks like unnecessary suffering.
It makes you feel eternal despair.
Haikus
Patrick Henry’s Haiku
Freedom is my right.
Do not tread on me or else.
Liberty or death.
Coffee
Black gold in my mouth.
A creamy delight to sip.
Energizing drink.
Nothing
Absence of matter.
A large void of empty space.
It’s boundlessly bare.
Going for a Walk
Students who are bored.
“Can we go for a walk now?”
Everyday they ask.
Ninja
Lying in shadows.
Waiting for my victim now.
I am a ninja.