So Stoked! What gets your blood pumping? What excites you? It seemed like an interesting idea to ask that this week’s challenge be about this. Through the poetry style of my choosing, describe the feelings you get when you’re doing something that really thrills you. Riding a roller coaster, going for a run, playing horror video games, watching action films, playing trivia, practicing martial arts, partying, driving really fast—I’m sure everyone’s got a small list of topics to choose from! The style I’m going for is one I’ve been wanting to try out for a while, so I thought I’d include it in the challenge. :) It’s called an Ottava Rima. This type of poem has octaves, which means each stanza should be 8 lines long. You can make the poem short, long, or even epic! There are rules for syllables and rhymes, too. Each line should have a 10 or 11 syllable count. (Some places I’ve researched say 10, some say 11. Decided to just let y’all choose.) As for the rhyming, it’s like so: abababcc. If you’re adding a second octave, do the same: abababcc, dededeff. Make sense? If not, maybe Shadow Poetry can help. It’s the only source that explained this poetry style best. That I could find, anyway. I’m also providing an example from poetrysoup.com: Blue Rose by Robert Zammit (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Blue Rose by Robert Zammit (open) Blue Rose by Robert Zammit (close) Each day your vision tantalizes me Yet all the efforts cannot pin you down To unravel your fabric would be glee To fathom your mystery makes me frown An adored royal to a high degree Seen in every colour but a blue gown Revered as an unrealizable dream A gene break through will make botanists beam
This is my first ever attempt at this style, sorry if it sucks. xD I attempted to write out feelings and such that I get when I go to rock concerts. Performance venues are crowded with strangers. So you can probably see why it’s thrilling for me to be in a crowd that tends to get rowdy. lol The Rush of it All Happy silhouettes frolic before me, trapped within the spell of a soulful croon Blinking colors expose faces of glee that ought to last ‘till sun replaces moon For just a few hours, we can all be free; free as a unit who came here to swoon The rhythm works with the beat of my heart It feels as though I’ve received a jump start Warm is the liquor flowing through my veins, loosening limbs that only wish to sway The effects of this magic are arcane, and quite impossible to disobey The virtuoso has me on a chain, sweetening my ears so I’ll come to play The rush of it all can make me forget I consider everyone here a threat
Summer Storms I stare out at the swift approaching cloud, As the wind combs its fingers through my hair. My heart starts to pound, so fast and so loud. The thunder roars- should I run? Do I dare? The rain pours down swiftly, a misty shroud, And my wings grow again without a care. My feet sink into mud, bare soles breathing, Free again, until the rain starts leaving.
Family gathered together around Enjoying renewal of ties once more Seeing their bonds are not by distance bound Rather draws nearer their hearts at the core Their chatter raises a deafening sound I would not have the quiet of before For the joy of my loved ones gathered near Is the only way to start a new year
Four of us sit, with bated breath waiting, our opponents doing much of the same, while we captains continue debating how best to proceed in this witty game. The proctor is ready, and starts dictating our question, as swiftly shrinks our timeframe: is this a question you certainly know? Will you press the buzzer, or let it go?
