Amateur Poems

Writing A Poem In 15 Minutes | Amateur Hour | A Poem About Flowers

So it’s Sunday night and I’ve written two blogs today and none of them I can post tomorrow. One is bad karma to talk about so soon and the other is well I need to finish the thing before I can tell you about it (it’s something around the house) so I figured why not write an amateur poem? It was so much fun last time and you guys liked it right? I’m pausing for the “yeah definitely we loved in nods”…

Alright so in case you didn’t see the last amateur poem here on my blog/website, let me just tell you how it works. Wait let me go copy and paste. I’m not even kidding this next part is straight from the first amateur poem blog that I wrote about food. I should probably browse through it and make sure it makes sense and all that jazz.

I can’t really explain where I got this idea because it just came to me in the shower. I was brainstorming possible blog ideas and this one just popped out of nowhere. So I suck at writing poems. I don’t know how to get it to rhyme or if whatever I’m writing is still considered a poem. It’s just not my level of expertise if you will. I also don’t read poems so it’s not like it’s going to get much better. But and there is a but coming here…I have so much fun when I try to write a poem. So I figured let’s write a poem for my blog and then I was like well I need to do something to have a excuse when it turns out absolutely horrible. How can I do that? Write a poem blindfolded? That’s not going to work. So what’s the best thing I can do? Add a time and topic constraint. Perfect! So here goes.

I have a 15 minute time constraint to write a poem. I have four set topics I want to write a poem about but today I’m going to write about flowers because we’ve been working in our garden all weekend and will continue doing so for the next months so maybe now would be the best time to write about flowers? Alright just to explain a little how it’s going to work. When I’m ready to start I will screenshot my computer screen where you can clearly see the time in the corner. And when the time runs out I will screenshot my screen again and there you go. I will have proof that it actually took me fifteen minutes. Otherwise I think I’m probably going to play around with words and whatnot so I will allow that. If it gets messy I’m allowed to rewrite the entire poem at the end to make sense of everything. You will see. Now let’s begin!

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Honestly waiting for the minutes to go over to 29 took forever and kind of threw me off edge but let’s think flower. Flowers. Green leaves with colors. Plants. Plantation. The circle of life. Wait I like where that’s going. Alright let’s see how this goes.

Gentle flowers shift in the wind

A buzz fill the air

A rustle of leaves meet your ear

A bee swoops down for a taste

A bug pushes through the grass

A flower shifts as the wind howls

A pedal falls to the ground

A. A. A. Uhmm. A something and something does something. I’m stuck. Is it even a poem when everything starts with A…also I’m confident this isn’t even rhyming. Wait how much time do I have left? What’s fifteen minutes after 29? Wait let me ask the husband. I can’t do the math. He is confused. Chaos. Panic. Okay take a minute to explain this. 44. No wait 14 past half eight. What the hell? What time is that? I asked him. It’s 7:44. That means I have ten minutes to write a poem about flowers. Oh lord. I know nothing about flowers.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Wait that’s not original. Panic. What flower do I even know? Roses. I can’t really write about them. SUNFLOWERS! Alright Cassandra stop throwing words at your screen and just try to write a goddamn poem. Remember you thought this was fun. I have nine minutes left.

Sunflowers are yellow.

That’s horrible. Panic. Chaos. Internal scream. Can I take a break to drink my tea? No I don’t have time for that. Why can’t I just write about Speculoos?

The sun peeks over the mountain top

The wind rustles the leaves

The birds spread their wings

The bugs runs down the tree

The bee follow a bright yellow

The flower spreads it pedals

The early hours of the morning greets the world

Oh this is so bad. Wait don’t fall of track now. You have five minutes left and barely anything to show for your time.

The sun kisses it’s favorite flower

A good morning kiss if you would will

True love.

Oh wait I have a idea. And five minutes to write about it.

The sun peeks over the mountain tops

The flower spreads it pedals

Their eyes meet

The flower blushes and hides behind it’s leaves

The sun chuckles and rise to see more

Their eyes meet

The sun heats up in joy

The flower embraces the warmth and heat

Their eyes meet

The flowers peeks through it leaves

The sun smiles and shines brightly

Their eyes meet

The flowers spreads out it’s pedals

The sun happily greets them

Their eyes meet

The flower shifts in the cold wind

The sun sends a kiss of sunshine

Their eyes meet

The flowers blossoms and shines

The sun smiles and shine

Their eyes meet

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Oh damn my time is finished. I kind of liked where that was going. It was looking like it was just going nowhere for a minute there but I like it. Let me quickly get it all together down below and read it to Onno and get his response.

The sun peeks over the mountain tops

The flower spreads it pedals

Their eyes meet

The flower blushes and hides behind it’s leaves

The sun chuckles and rise to see more

Their eyes meet

The sun heats up in joy

The flower embraces the warmth and heat

Their eyes meet

The flowers peeks through it leaves

The sun smiles and shines brightly

Their eyes meet

The flowers spreads out it’s pedals

The sun happily greets them

Their eyes meet

The flower shifts in the cold wind

The sun sends a kiss of sunshine

Their eyes meet

The flowers blossoms and shines

The sun smiles and shine

Their eyes meet

Onno’s thoughts and rating: Onno’s first response; “They both shine? I like it. It’s very poetic.” Also he thought way to long about my rating. 7 and a half but after five minutes and glare it’s now a 8+/10.

My rating: 7/10. To be honest I really liked where it was going and also it’s a miracle I managed to write about something related to flowers. I really know nothing about flowers and it clearly shows.

Speculoos’s rating: 1/10 because it’s still not about me.

I hope you enjoyed my little poem. I really love writing them. If you have any ideas of what I should challenge myself to write a poem about next, let me know in the comments down below.

Thank you so much for reading and I will see you in a click!

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Amateur Poems

Writing A Poem In 15 Minutes | Amateur Hour | A Poem About Food

I can’t really explain where I got this idea because it just came to me in the shower. I was brainstorming possible blog ideas and this one just popped out of nowhere. So I suck at writing poems. I don’t know how to get it to rhyme or if whatever I’m writing is still considered a poem. It’s just not my level of expertise if you will. I also don’t read poems so it’s not like it’s going to get much better. But and there is a but coming here…I have so much fun when I try to write a poem. So I figured let’s write a poem for my blog and then I was like well I need to do something to have a excuse when it turns out absolutely horrible. How can I do that? Write a poem blindfolded? That’s not going to work. So what’s the best thing I can do? Add a time and topic constraint. Perfect! So here goes.

I have a 15 minute time constraint to write a poem. I have four set topics I want to write a poem about but first let’s start with food because I’m hungry. Alright just to explain a little how it’s going to work. When I’m ready to start I will screenshot my computer screen where you can clearly see the time in the corner. And when the time runs out I will screenshot my screen again and there you go. I will have proof that it actually took me fifteen minutes. Otherwise I think I’m probably going to play around with words and whatnot so I will allow that. If it gets messy I’m allowed to rewrite the entire poem at the end to make sense of everything. You will see. Now let’s begin!

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Okay shit my time just began and I’m in full mode of panic. This is really going to test my typing skills. Why the hell am I even writing this right now I should just start!

Okay food. Food. Food. What food? I should choose a food. Pasta. What rhymes with pasta? How can I even make this a poem? Oh hell one minute just passed and I haven’t even started yet.

Pasta makes my tummy happy

It’s just something about the creamy

and delicious cheese that makes my tummy sing

What rhymes with sing? Ping. Thing.

Pasta is just my thing? Yeah that’s good enough for me. Wait only two minutes passed. I can do this.

Spaghetti is my favorite

It is always so flavorite

Flavorite? Is that even a word? Nope. Auto correct isn’t agreeing. Alright things are going downhill now. Help!

Pasta makes my heart miss a beat

It’s just so magical and sweet

I love pasta so much

I just can’t get enough

Oh wow I’m back on track. I’m so great at this.

Wait. What now?

Pasta is truly wonderful

It’s flavor is nearly sinful

I’m hitting a wall guys. This is really hard. The time constraint is making me panic and I have no idea how to proceed. When is it long enough? At what point do I go back and rethink everything? How can I approve this? I feel like a child can do better than this poem right now.

Spaghetti Bolognese is my favorite

What rhymes with favorite? Am I allowed to Google? Phone a friend? Husband is useless. Desperate? How does that rhyme with favorite? Is my entire thinking on rhyming just wrong? What the hell am I doing right now? Why did I think this was going to be fun? Enough chatting time is running out. I have like four minutes left and my heart can’t handle this.

All the cheese makes my tummy desperate

I just can’t get enough

I love pasta so much

Does repeating a few lines count? Is it cheating?

Everyone loves pasta

Because well it’s pasta

It’s perfect and delicious

And the is just nothing like it

Well pizza comes pretty close

And there goes my rhyming. I have one minute left. I can’t fix it! Panic. Pure panic. How can I fix this in one minute? Talking about isn’t really helping now is it, Cassandra?

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Honestly that was a lot of panic and although it might not seem like it but writing my thoughts down in the moment did get the juices running. Luckily I can type quite fast. Years of writing can really do that for a person. Alright I’m just going to copy the poem down below so I can see the big picture.

Pasta makes my tummy happy

It’s just something about the creamy

and delicious cheese that makes my tummy sing

Pasta is just my thing

Pasta makes my heart miss a beat

It’s just so magical and sweet

I love pasta so much

I just can’t get enough

Pasta is truly wonderful

It’s flavor is nearly sinful

Spaghetti Bolognese is my favorite

All the cheese makes my tummy desperate

I just can’t get enough

I love pasta so much

Everyone loves pasta

Because well it’s pasta

It’s perfect and delicious

And there is just nothing like it

Well pizza comes pretty close

Reading this poem out loud made Onno and I cry from laughter. I hope you enjoy it as well and have a good old laugh. On a scale from 1 to 10 how would you rate my poem? One being trash. Ten being acceptable.

Onno’s rating: 8 because I wouldn’t be able to write it

My rating: 6 because pasta

Speculoos’s raiting: 1 because it’s not about me

Thank you so much for reading and I will see you in a click!

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This is really silly but I hope it made you chuckle. I laughed quite a bit while editing this. It’s so bad. Also for all of my Dutchies following my blog, Happy Kingsday!