Saturday Scribbling Challenge #5: Poetry Edition

This is a fun little writing challenge that Blodeuedd and I have come up with! We each challenge each other with the selected theme. 

This month we decided to do something a little different. We decided to do a poetry challenge! We then had to go find a photo that we personally feel matches what our story is about. 

First....Blodeuedd's poem:

Ode to War
WWI inspired fantasy poem
by Blodeuedd

With a brave heart
and proud mind
I rode.
You are a hero, they told me.
You will save us all, they sang.
My parents smiled,
My friends they laughed.
But now I lie here,
broken and beaten.
Where are you who cheered me on
who hugged me close?
Where are you who promised me honor?
Where are you who promised me everything?





Now, my poem (sorry it went long, hahaha):

Make This Stop 

Inspired by 'I'm Not the Only One' by Sam Smith

by Carole Rae

My heart is pulled
And stuck in between multiple roads,
Multiple ways,
Multiple times,
Multiple dreams,
Multiple desires,
Thump, thump
Blood rising
Palms sweaty
My heart is caught
In between places
Where to choose?
What to do?
No one to choose. 
Left in between
Breathing 
Failing
Breathing
Stilled
Wanting all,
Losing more. 
How to feel?
What to think?
I want it all,
But could lose all. 
I want to be happy. 
I want to be glad,
But all I feel is sad
And mad. 
Mad at the decisions
That lock me in place. 
That tell me what to feel
What to think. 
Make it end. 
Make it stop.
Make this heart choose one way
Or no way at all. 
It is all too much. 
Too many feelings.
I rather be stone,
I rather be alone. 
Make this stop.
Thump, thump
Make this stop. 

New Job Poetry

Sorry for late of posting this week. I started a new job (well, its not 100% new since I just transferred buildings) on Monday. Sighs....so in honor of that I'm doing a little free-style poetry.

New faces.
New places.
Missing the
Old faces
The
Old places.
Was this a mistake?
Should I have done this?
Why did I leave?
Where am I?
I am lost
Because I was stuck in
My own brain.
"Can I help you? You look lost?"
Asks a kindly old man.
"Oh...um...looking for
The kitchen?"
He points me down the hall.
I wasn't too far off.

Too many names to remember.
Too many different faces
Too many different places.
Why did I do this?
I try to smile,
I try to look happy.
But on the inside
I regret leaving the familiar,
I miss my old co-workers.
A nice girl is training me,
But she barely talks to me.
I feel like such a baby,
Because everything is new to me.
I don't know where the sugar
Is.
I don't know where the bathroom
Is.
I feel so stupid.
I feel so hopeless.
Honestly,
With each passing minute
It feels better.
I wish I could just skip
Forward,
So I won't be a newbie
Anymore.

1.2 Favorite Character (Free-style Poetry)

***By the way I am super proud of this after I finished. The idea behind these prompts is that you do free-style writing for a couple minutes. No editing, no going back and making changes. Just write until you are done. I decided to make this into a poem.***

Prompt - Describe your favorite character from a book, movie, or TV show. Be sure not to use the character's name or the name of where he/she comes from.

Dilly dally,

Dance around the clock.

Never to age, never to die

Except by a strike

Of his waved blade,

That drips blood of pain.

Once a man,

who lost it all.

Who would try to gain,

But would still fall.

Two things would lead to 

His doom:

One he gained when lost and

One as pretty as a bell.

Once alone and scared.

Once alone and scarred. 

For all magic comes with a price,

Even with all the gold

And power to mold

The futures of all.

Little he knows

That one or two do

Love him so.

Even his scaly skin

And corrupted heart

Won't stop their hearts

That love him so.

Forever is he doomed

If he can not break free

Of his cursed soul.

Once he can become a man

And not a beast.

Not a coward.

Not scared.

Not evil.

Not the Dark One,

But simply be Rumpelstiltskin. 

Untitled Emotions by Carole Rae

As you know I like writing. I found this "untitled" document when I was organizing my folders and etc. I didn't recall writing this, but I looked at the properties and it said it was nearly a year ago that I wrote this. It's just a small little poem. :)

Untitled Emotions

by: Carole Rae

Burning like fire

Veins clustered with ice.

Heart thumping.

Mind racing.

Nerves held on by a wire.

Love is an odd device.

Jealousy is lumping

In my throat, suffocating.

Happy, Super, Late Halloween! + Some Poetry

Totally been insanely busy with homework, so I've neglected you all. WAAAAAAAH!
But
Happy Halloween! (a wee bit delayed).

In honor of Halloween, I wrote up a poem. I hope you enjoy it!

Halloween

by: Carole Rae

A windy night
A windy night
Fright fills the night air.

A joyous laugh
A joyous laugh
Rings in the night air.

Come sing with us,
Come dance with us,
We children of the night.

A masquerade
A masquerade
Hide your face for the night.

A windy night
A windy night
Enjoy the crisp and cool air.

Come sing with us,
Come dance with us
On this dark and lovely Halloween night.

Longings by Carole Rae

Hahaha. I've been doing these freewrites with my friends and one of the prompts was "longings". I'm very proud of this stupid poem I wrote. I'm contemplating sharing some of my other prompts. We shall see.

Longings

By: Carole Rae

I see you looking at me.

You see me looking at you.

How dare you try to tempt me

You devilish chocolate covered cookie, you!

Yesterday you may have beat me,

But today I will resist you!

Stop staring at me!

I so do want to eat you...

How dare you try and tempt me,

You fresh and warm cookie

All filled with steamy chocolate chips....

I can feel the drool forming...

I can feel myself standing.....

NO!!! You will not tempt me!

You will not win.

It is me

Who will win!

I stand and you think you won me.

But I walk away and say,

"Yesterday you beat me,

But today I am victorious;

tomorrow my longings for you may overcome me,

but today is mine.

So eat THAT you yummy cookie you

It's Sad But True by Carole Rae

Instead of doing my "Thursday Book Teaser" I want to post something random. I want to post this poem that I wrote a few months ago and posted on my side blog with my pals. I wrote it randomly before work when I was upset at my now boyfriend who was being a butt one day. Haha. *Note - At the time we were "just friends" and he wasn't sure he wanted to even be my friend or anything more. Plus I was scared of dating again due to some crushing breakhearts in my past. He was chasing this girl Beth (unknowing to me at the time) then he gave her the boot and started wooing me. It was cute, but at the time I was so crushed by his cold attention for a while.*

The blog is a lot of fun. In the end this blog is going to be turned into a book. That is our dream. We are writing tales, poems, and etc from our lives to use an example for others to follow or not follow. It's sort of like the Chicken Soup books. While Reece and Victoria we at a restaurant going over the table of contents and details about our future book a man walked up to them and started chatting with them about our "book". He said that when we get it published and get the name out and about and then he'll make it a movie or TV show. FUN! He gave them his name and number and etc. Hopefully this guy is legit. No pressure, but if you want to view the blog click here. My pen name is Anna Rae.

Well, here's my poem that I am so proud of:

It's Sad But True

by: CaroleRae/AnnaRae

It's sad but true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love.
For love is as fickle as the doves
That fly by without a care.
For even they know that true love leads to despair
The evidence is easy to be seen.
For love was not even worth it for the Virgin Queen,
Who was the product of a love that went deadly wrong.
For none can love that long.

I do not need you to love me good sir,
For I am strong and none can demur
This fact, for mine eyes has seen its fair share of hurts
For the world is a pervert
And loves to play games and never play by the same rules
For the world is unfair, unforgiving, and simply just cruel.
Many times this heart of mine has been smashed,
For love and flirtations always seem to backlash
And I always end up alone and ran through the mud,
For not even my own flesh and blood
Would stay with me and be by my side
For this I will never be the blushing bride.

It's sad but ultimately true,
For I don't need you.
I don't need that thing called love,
For love is as fickle as the doves
Who know that none ever get the love they deserve
For love expires. So excuse me while I swerve
And avoid that volatile thing called love.
For even the fickle doves
Know that love is a game of cards
For which I have no hope to win because I am so scarred.

It's sad but true,
For I wish I had you,
But why would you want someone like me?
So please don't look at me -
The way you do or how you make me -
Feel so important or how you make my heart feel so free.
Please just let me be,
You cruel, cruel lovable man, you.