Poetry Fridays

Hey everyone,

Whats up with all of you? How have you all been? I have been great but swamped with work at school, so I decided tonight that since I had a bit of free time on my hands I would write a post. One of the electives I am taking this year is Creative Writing and it has really helped my writing and allowed me to look at my work through multiple ways and changing up the style and tones of my pieces. One of the units we are currently working on in class is Poetry. I really fell in love with this unit because I thoroughly enjoyed creating my own poems and experiencing the new different format of poems. One of my favorite favorite absolute amazing format of poems to write is a Sestina. A Sestina is a poem that has 6 stanzas with 6 lines each and has 6 end words. Each line has an end word that has to be repeated in a specific order.If you would like to learn more on how to write one google Sestina Format. You will be able to find the format and see how it looks like. I really enjoyed writing this poem and it was one of the best things I have ever written. It was amazing to see how it turned out. I want to create a new thing on here where I post poems of mine of Friday’s so I am able to allow you all to read my poems and I am able to share them and show you my progress.

“The Joy of Fall”

In the air a scent of fall

The darkest day was cold

As the trees were swinging on the ground stood fallen leaves

The nice Autumn dark day was a breeze

People sat under twisty trees

The scent of the air was filled with lusts of love


The day was filled with love

The night was fall

There were tall trees

November was cold

Life was but a mere miraculous breeze

Fallen leaves


Morning leaves

As night loves

And times were a breeze

The windy weather of fall

Filled with warmth and cold

In my dreams there were trees


Dark trees

Filled with fallen leaves

Windy air filled with cold

The beauty of love

As well as fall

Was a breeze


Wind, breeze

Empty trees

In the fall

She leaves

And loves

In the long days of cold


The cold

In the centerfold breeze

Darkness loves

And the bright light is filled with trees

As the sun leaves

Its now the end of fall


It’s so cold and bold, in the middle of fall

The breeze was filled with leaves

Dying scent of love from the trees



Love, Miss Talks xoxoxoxo



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