poetry

so if you have been keeping up with my blog at ALL, or know me, you will know i am in a creative writing class. we recently just finished our poetry section and i figured i should post some of my pieces. not because they are amazing, but just to post them. 

(plus i know i have like one follower, so might as well right? HA)

so ill start you off with something easy, a Haiku. 

(its only three lines!)

I really like to shop,

it brings me so much happiness.

—my wallet hates it—

and since this one has to do this shopping, i will now share with you my sonnet about Nordstrom. 

(this is a shakespearian sonnet, which means it has to follow a specific pattern. it was freeking HARD!)

Nordstrom

By Allyson Rengifo

Inviting, constantly calling my name,

it holds the key to my wallet and heart.

How could you not know of its fashion fame?

The alluringly glamorous isles of art

that make my heart powerfully cry out

songs of pure happiness. Who wouldn’t love this?

I remember when I could run-about

the store, buying everything with sheer bliss.

Rounders packed full with oodles of clothing,

Controlling myself—a difficult deed—

That would oft times leave me with self-loathing.

You would think that I would learn to take heed.

This store will probably put me in debt,

but it’s a debt I will never regret!

Oh, how I absolutely love shopping,

nothing can make me happier. I am

saddened by the money I am dropping.

These prices hit me with one big ka-blam.

I just can’t say no to all the shoes,

which I will surely one day, for sure, need.

Without them I will be singing the blues,

fact, it is unmistakably guaranteed.

I just want that beautifully crafted blouse

that fits me oh so well! But at that price,

I might as well be buy’n my future spouse!

Occasionally these things make me think twice.

I always end up swiping that black card.

I should really stop, but it’s just so hard.

Now i will share my first attempt at writing a rhyming poem, i don't know why, but for some reason i cannot rhyme. 

(i am particularly fond of the part about bilbo baggins.)

Attempt I

Allyson Rengifo

I sit here in my bed,

trying to conjure up

rhymes from inside my head.

Nothing comes, but I can’t let up,

not when there is a grade at stake.

This poem I must make.

But how am I to do this,

when the only words I can think of are

Wizards, dragons,

and the story of Bilbo Baggins.

How sweet would it have been,

to be able to wield a sword,

fight a battle and win,

meet a fancy young lord,

and end up happily ever after.

But words, I cant seem to capture.

I can’t yield a sword and

Lords, kings, and dragons don’t exist.

I cannot rhyme to save my life

And all I feel from this is anger and strife.

lastly, i choose to share my place poem, mainly because the other ones are too personal and there are specific people who i don't want seeing them. someone who will remain unnamed. but also because this is the first poem i had to write, and it is probably by far my favorite. 

My Place

Allyson Rengifo

This is my new home,

where I reside with three others.

We all have our spaces

and yet

I have no place

within this space.

There are students,

in every direction.

Yet, there is no one

near me.

I am alone,

as I usually am.

two sisters hide behind

their closed doors,

I hear their laughs,

drifting through the hallway.

The other is a mystery,

almost never around.

I have a room,

that looks like all the others.

Worn and used furniture,

walls smothered with patches:

Brighter patches, darker patches,

rough and smooth patches.

Few adornments

hang on the walls.

sad and lonely

against the barren barriers.

A rainbow array of clothes

lay scattered about.

Shoes piled like hills lie

under the bed that

is too tall for me.

I welcome the sunlight.

I often leave windows

and doors open

to let in the cool autumn air.

Fresh bursts of sunlight

make this a happy place.

A place where, in time

I will find my place.