Category: Poem

Sticking with the poetry theme, a free verse poem I wrote about the relationship between Thor and Loki in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Some of it is made up on my part, some of it is canon, and as such there are some small spoilers involved.

My name is Thor
God of Thunder
My brother is Loki
God of Mischief
Worthy of his title
He’s always stabbing me

“Ooh, a snake!”
I love snakes
I pick it up
Whoops, it’s Loki
“Mmblargh!”
He stabs me

Scavenger Hunt in Asgard
Gotta find the item and bring it back
“There it is!”
And… it’s Loki
“Mmblargh!”
He stabs me

“I’m off to the dining hall.”
Walking down the corridor
Round the corner
Look, there’s Loki
“Mmblargh!”
He stabs me

“We won!”
Battle’s over
Celebrating
Hug Loki
He grins
And stabs me

Older now
About to be king
Responsibility and all that jazz
No time to be stabbed
Loki’s smiling from the sidelines
Bet he wishes he could stab me

Loki’s dead
Wait, no he isn’t, just mad
Fighting on a building
“We can. Together.”
My brother is still in there somewhere
He stabs me

Gotta save Jane from an elf
We need a plan
Loki will pretend to be one of them
We can trick them, together
This time I know it’s coming
He stabs me

Stuck on Sakaar
Have to escape
Loki’s helping
Or not
Planning a betrayal
I zap him so he won’t stab me

Apparently we have a sister
Oh joy, she’s evil
Fighting side by side
Against her undead minions
Loki’s dueling some
He stabs them

On our way back to Earth
Ship gets boarded
Half our people slaughtered
Killer’s an old friend of Loki’s
It should be no surprise
He tries to stab him

I’m in the mood to share some free-verse poetry with you this week, so I’ve chosen a favorite poem of mine that I’ve encountered in a couple of different places on the internet recently. (Edit: to clarify, this is a poem I found, not a poem I wrote. All credit goes to the original source, here.) As far as I know, it doesn’t have a title. Enjoy!

Here is what they don't tell you:

Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.

(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing
when you should be
soaring.)

The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.

(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the center
of the flames.) 

I saved this one for last in my poetic arsenal, because it seems to me that it means more to project an image of yourself than it does to make metaphorical connections between other things. It’s amazing for me to look back on my younger self and see what has changed, and while I’m not going to discuss that in a post, nor am I going to write a more up-to-date version of “I Am,” I do want to share this one with you.

I AM

I am talented and polite
I wonder if any place is truly peaceful
I hear birds chirping outside my window
I see a huge pile of stuffed animals in my bedroom
I want to win the Blog Cabin in Idaho
I am talented and polite

I pretend that I am a veterinarian and I use my stuffed animals as my patients
I feel satisfied
I touch the clouds 
I worry about my parents’ well-being
I cry at the Arizona Memorial

I am talented and polite
I understand that my room needs cleaning
I say that nothing is perfect
I dream of finding a new world and making a huge empire
I try to get good grades on my report card
I hope that people never stop reading books
I am talented and polite

One of our poems was a project where we were supposed to take a feeling and correlate it to each of the five commonly accepted human senses, and a color. I don’t know why I wrote upset in connection with dark blue, since dark blue is actually a wonderful color. I’m not sure what I would rewrite it as in retrospect, though, so I’m just going to give you the original work from my 9-year old self. Enjoy! (Or don’t, since this is supposed to make you think about being upset.)

Upset
If upset was a color,
It would be as dark blue as the deepest parts of the ocean.
If upset was a taste,
It would be as sour as eating an entire jar of sauerkraut at once.
If upset could be seen,
It would be me in a dark room surrounded by homework.
If upset was a smell,
It would reek like rotten eggs.
If upset was a sound,
It would rumble like thunder.
If upset was a color,
It would be dark blue.
Upset

Since I have 2 really short poems on hand, I’ve decided to just put them both in the same post. The problem is, they’re almost entirely unrelated, hence the title of this week’s insanity. Introducing crabs and autumn leaves, in that order! (In case you couldn’t tell by the completely different topics of the poems.)

Crab
Hard, mean
Scuttling, pinching, hiding
Attempting to pinch you
Crustacean

Leaves
Dry, pretty
Falling, crackling, crunching
Trees, ground, wax, collection
Blowing, fluttering, twirling
Red, orange
Foliage

Heads up, I’ll be following last week’s fourth grade poem theme for a few weeks to come. Sorry in advance. Anyhow, we were told to choose a color and write a bunch of similes about it, and for some inexplicable reason I chose green instead of blue, even though I’m reasonably sure blue was still my favorite color back then (as opposed to now, since I don’t have a favorite color anymore, though I generally prefer blues and greens – big shock there).

Green
Green is the celery Mom is cutting for a stir fry dinner.
Green is the grass on a summer day..
Green is a tree swaying in a spring storm
Green is the money I collect in my allowance
Green is a bitter lime tickling my tongue.
 Green is the Jell-O jiggling in a clear plastic bowl.
Green is a turtle trying to cross the road.
Green is the steamed broccoli on my ceramic plate.
Green is a saguaro cactus protecting its hidden fruit.
Green is the Grinch stealing the best Christmas.
Green is a striped shirt camouflaging into the grass.
Green is the envy you feel when your best friend gets $50 for Christmas.
Green

I’ve been sorting through old Google Docs of mine and found a rather large collection of poems that I wrote for fourth grade. I thought it might be fun to share some of those with you. The first of these and the one I want to share today is titled “My Mind Is Like A Cheetah.”

My mind is like a cheetah
speeding to find the correct answers.
My hands are like minions
doing all of my work for me.
My eyes are observant as lizards.
My feet are like my chauffeurs
taking me everywhere I need to go.
My heart holds my creativity
which is tie-dye as the rainbow.
I live in books
and eat the words.