Lyric Poems

A creative writing student described Lyric Poems as such: “Writing lyric poems have pros and cons. It is less likely to have a turn, yet the descriptions and images can be haunting. These images hold on to people for their lives whether they be beautiful, or disgusting.”

Here is an example as a published Lyric Poem,”Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.”

http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/thirteen-ways-looking-blackbird


Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Broken Brown Skinned Girl

I.

Empty bottles of Hennessy placed all over the

cold and soulless bed.

II.

The brown tender skinned girl layer on the

bed drowning in her misery.

III.

Hoping God hears her calls for savior.

IV.

She’s damp with sweat and a mix of

wet and dried up tears.

V.

She gently caresses her bruised skin.

VI.

Her old timer lover placed kind messages of his

unresolved pain all over her bare skin.

VII.

Long discolored rupturing underlying blood

vessels in the thick of her waist

on the left.

VIII.

She tries to stand up and loses her balance.

XI.

She’s too drowsy, too drunk, too sore.

X.

She falls, landed back on her

bed…. room temp. empty bottle rolls

beneath her and catches her fall.

XI.

The cool bottle sent striking chills

up her frail spine.

XII.

The pain was bearable unlike the

pain that travels deep within her heart.

XIII.

She once was a work of ART.

K.B.


Thirteen Ways of Looking at White People

I.

Joel, Daniel and Tyler all have smiles on their faces.

II.

Their smiles could be lies

hidden in their teeth.

III.

Happy lives are all I see.

IV.

Fast cars and big homes.

V.

It’s always a competition, you

have to work harder than them

just to be equal.

VI.

The way I see them affects

me more than them

VII.

I see white officers shoot

people down.

VIII.

I am fearful.

Anything I say could be

my cause of death.

X.

Moving out the way, I see cops rushing

down the street.

XI.

Wow there goes another one.

XII.

As I lay my head down images appear.

XIII.

White people are never seen

to be clear.

R.T.


Nine Ways of Looking at a Cheetah Hunting

I.

Creeping through the grass

and wheat, surrounding the

cheetah

II.

Her piercing black eyes watch

her prey, step by step

III.

As her prey gets closer

she hides deep in the ground

IV.

The cheetah’s stomach grumbles

V.

Her eyes never leave her prey.

She ignores all of her surroundings.

VI.

The blazing hot sun pierces

through her fur, touching her skin.

VII.

She creeps a little closer and

starts tip-toeing

VIII.

She exhales and starts to run

but not sprint

She builds up her energy.

Eyes still on the prey.

Eight Ways of Looking at Dance

I.

Palms sweaty and legs shaking while

holding your balance.

II.

Taking my pointe shoes off and seeing

blisters and a bloody toe

III.

Having the adrenaline rush run

through your body after a performance

like a wave of lightning

IV.

Spinning, looking at one object in the room.

V.

Coming home to find random bruises all over your body.

VI.

The gut wrenching feeling while being

watched at an audition, knowing that

you’re being criticized by every single

thing you do.

VIII.

The joy and excitement after you nail a

move you’ve been working on for weeks.

T.T.


Six Ways of Looking at Saint Louis

I.

An oasis

A desert to the world

We are plain and basic.

II.

When we turn 18 we pack our bags

and say “we gotta go”

A desert

Where people will kill for H20

III.

Instead of working together

maybe even starting care

the way that we think

“what’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours”

IV.

I just wanna take these issues

come together and solve ‘em

but who am I kidding?

I’m a part of the problem.

V.

I would kill anyone

who denies my goals taste.

I’m gonna start an army

so I can take over the place.

VI.

I wanna start a riot

and laugh in the police face

I wanna buy NASA

and take over half of our space.

K.P.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the City

I.

Tall buildings shine

under the aggressive sun

beams.

II.

Voices in front of them of all ranges surround you

and wrap themselves into

your ears

each with different stories.

III.

There’s always a rhythm,

Always music in the air,

even if none is playing.

IV.

Tires crush pavement,

while car exhaust

pollutes the air.

V.

The smell of savory food

fills your nose as you pass

the local restaurants.

VI.

He smiles as you glance

in the window out of pure friendliness

even though he knows nothing

about you

VII.

The water is glimmering under the thick bridge

as you walk over it, letting the waves from

the water pour into your eyes.

VIII.

As the season changes

the city keeps its rhythm.

Green leaves hanging on branches

begin to crumble and fade to shades of

reds and browns.

IX.

Nearby, children climb steep black stairs

of school buses and look around

at the faces staring back at them

in hopes of finding an empty spot.

X.

A blanket of snow covers the city,

every building, tree, and sidewalk

turns to a grass of listening, white milk

XI.

Snowflakes in the glass of milk flutter down

onto thick, black eyelashes

She tries to blink them away.

XII.

The ice on the sidewalk begins to melt

The sky begins to cry

Fresh green leaves emerge

Pink and white flowers break through the earth

The rhythm of the city

never dies.

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the U.S.A.

I.

Ignorant shades of white and red, separate from

the blue in which we trust, our colleges, our

fellow Americans cast aside as “crazies” and “nutjobs.”

II.

The aroma of deep fried foods and gunpowder, sounds of

fireworks popping and booming, fighter jets way too

far away but somehow louder than anything today.

III.

Hillside mansions and project buildings, there’s one

mansion for every 10,000 poor neighborhoods, and all we

have to do is stand up before their game of false

leadership ends.

IV.

Dark clouds swirl above a red-orange lit town,

columns of smoke tour and mold onto the clouds.

Below the dirty buildings is a riot and

police in riot gear, strings from the backs of their hands

holding guns and shreds end in the 1% of answers

watering from their mansion windows, higher than the

cloud that masks the city.

V.

Suits, boring dogs, and contradictions.

VI.

Pitchforks and haggard, apple pie baking

sweet, caramelized aroma enveloping the house.

VII.

History and ghosts of our ancestors. Forefathers

and fighters of our rebellion turning violently in their

graves as the U.S. “evolves.”

VIII.

Fake promises and cardboard McMansions overlooking

highways leading to the “true cash” and “title deeds.”

IX.

Music and culture shackled violently on the

rocks of creation and originality

X.

Tupees embark on the air of

the middle east, intoxicated by the ignorant

boasting and jabbering of blue elephants and donkeys.

XI.

The chest of our nation is so built we can’t support

its wrath the negligence we look for coffee blue legs

that are the 99% the middle class, to carry us

to a better future.

XII.

Owned by suits and corporations, we don’t seem

to mind as long as we have distractions.

XIII.

People die for food, kill for water, and riot for

fun. This is our passion frame.

T.S.


“Thirteen Ways to Look at Love”

Hugs and kisses 24/7.

II.

A dramatic change in

America as far as gay

marriage.

III.

A man and a man

being criticized.

IV.

A woman and a

woman being mistaken

for being close friends

instead of lovers.

V.

A man and a

woman walking their

child through the

park.

VI.

Love can come

in any shape or

size.

VII.

Love can get a

person so emotional

and caught up

they might snap.

VIII.

Love can make

you up and leave

and never come

back.

IX.

Love can make you

disapprove of

the bad things.

Your soulmate can

sit you down and

persuade you.

X.

Love can make

you feel so sick

to the point you

just want to give

up turning to the

streets with the drug

boys.

XI.

Love can have

you out in the

streets and you

know that’s not the place to be.

XII.

Love can have

you at the point

that you just

don’t care and

you just want

a divorce.

XIII.

Love can make

you have a child

out of wedlock with

that special person a

late Friday night the moon

is out and the stars

feel the sky. The breeze

blew past my face

as my hair went out

of place. My handsome

guy wrapped his warm hands around my waist

and kissed me softly on

the neck.

J.G.


Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Cat

I.

Tail slowly swaying,

he swaggers about

his food bowl.

II.

He thoughtfully stares

at the ball of yarn

debating upon chasing it

or taking a nap

III.

The cat gracefully jumped from the counter

as he had just eaten a whole roast chicken.

IV.

In the dead of night

everybody slumbers.

Not a sound is making

except the pitter patter

of the cat chasing a fly.

V.

Mystery brings wonder,

many like to think

that the cat likes his belly rubbed

but you are highly mistaken.

Grass grown as tall as trees

dirt as soft as cotton

the cat darts after the butterfly

as fast as fire ignites the night

VII.

The cat moves swiftly through the night

and finds the perfect box.

He curls up inside

and falls asleep soundly.

VIII.

When the cat was out of sight

I knew that he would always

take the opportunity

to get the newborn baby birds

IX.

Wandering,

what was the cat thinking?
World domination?

A tuna treat?

X.

The cat thinks about his ancestors,

those in Egypt.

They were worshipped as gods.

XI.

The cat sharpens his claws

for he was ready to kill

XII.

Living with humans

can be such a pain

Sometimes the cat wonders

“Do they even have a brain?”

XIII.

The cat looks into the light

He reminisces each moment

This was his final breath

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Clothing

I.

Larissa a store manager at the J.Crew at Frontenac pulls the new line

on a rack

organized by size, sex, and style for the customers to purchase.

II.

A mom teaches her 10 year old son how to hang his clothes

on a hanger

that is worn from many years of soccer and tag in the backyard.

III.

Kaya packs away her new full length rompers from Forever 21

in a closet

and closes the double doors behind her

IV.

Blake Lively, a very well known woman, wears a trendy one piece

on her body

strutting down the streets of New York

V.

Jamie folds her freshly washed clothes

in a drawer

as she checks off her to do list and calls it a day

VI.

Joel throws his sweaty nike running pants

on the floor

before he steps into a shower before bed

VII.

A family of four — James, Deanna, Jordan and Jamie — clothes are packed

in a box

ready for the big move to the new house in Nashville

VIII.

A vogue designer sketches out his ideas of dresses

in a sketchbook

to be worn in this fall’s fashion show in New York City

IX.

Kloe Amber stores her abt black leotard and capezio pink tights

in a locker

for her ballet class with Ms. Tate later that school day

X.

Deanna puts her drenched Burberry rain jacket

on a hook

after walking from her car to the house on a rainy day in April

XI.

Randy and Kaya walk through Frontenac looking for St. Robin jeans

in a store

to see if they would like to purchase a new pair to wear

XII.

A hardworking seamstress named Brenda stitches a sleeve back to a shirt

on a sewing machine

for repair in the Muny wardrobe for a production of Damn Yankees.

XIII.

A hardworking single dad throws his two kids’ clothes

In a dryer

on tumble dry so the clothes are ready to wear for the school week.

J.B.


Thirteen Ways of Looking at the City

I.

Tall buildings shine

under the aggressive sun

beams.

II.

Voices in front of all ranges surround you

and wrap themselves into

your ears.

Each with different stories

III.

There’s always a rhythm,

always music in the air,

even if none is playing.

IV.

Tires crush pavement,

while car exhaust

pollutes the air

V.

Next to that the smell of  savory food

fills your nose as you pass

the local restaurants.

VI.

He smiles as you glance

in the window out of pure friendliness

even though he knows nothing

about you.

VII.

Soon the water is glimmering under the thick bridge

as you walk over it, letting the waves from

the water pour into your eyes.

VIII.

The season changes,

the city keeps its rhythm.

Green leaves hanging on the branches

begin to crumble and fade to shades of

reds and browns.

IX.

Nearby, children climb steep black stairs

of school busses and look around

at the faces staring back at them

in hopes of finding an empty spot.

X.

A blanket of snow covers the city,

every building, tree, and sidewalk

turns to a glass of glistening, white milk

XI.

Snowflakes in the glass of milk flutter down

onto thick, black eyelashes

she tries to blink them away.

XII.

The ice on the sidewalk begins to melt.

The sky begins to cry

fresh green leaves emerge

pink and white flowers break

through the earth

XIII.

The rhythm of the city

never dies.

A.P.


13 Ways at Looking at Roads

I.

The journey does not start

until the road runs.

II.

One is first.

Two and three follow.

Soaring on the road.

III.

Hearing the wheels rolling.

Smacking the road with a hiss.

IV.

A storm will come.

Turning the other way

on the road.

V.

It roars.

As the sky flashes

because it is cold from the rain.

Cars zooming in the night.

VI.

Blood spilling

at the dark.

hen blinded by lights

yet the road grins.

VII.

Road passes the farm.

Road passes the river.

The highway goes on and on

but then stops

as the road came to an end

VIII.

Rain flooding down

Tears forming a river

Behind you, there are screams

calling your name

but you move forward

into the dark of the night

IX.

The road screams

as the creak was made

X.

The road is filled with joy

as the time passes

with the sun melting away the night

shining so bright, the rainbow

XI.

Move along the sunny day

you search the place you seek

seeking the treasure

XII.

Let your heart slow down

breathe in and out

turn the key to off

is here

XIII.

The end of the road.

There is no more road left.

But tomorrow, the journey will start again.

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