I am proud of my improvement in my poetry throughout this course. I learnt a lot of new poetic devices and used them in various poems that helped me to express myself. These are some poems I wrote this semester.
Mandarin
To see the good within I need you to puncture the skin.
It’s a citrine geode with a thick, tight shell,
Near dense, but still gentle,
Like a hug from your lying mother.
The casing is much more bitter than your grandmother,
So,
Puncture the crown with your uncut smooth nails,
Peel it like a flower,
Starting at the green star top,
Tearing away, pulling threads of white pith,
Separating into segments of perfect fifth,
Completing in only one piece,
The way your father always has.
Hear the final gasp from the grasp of the clasp,
As the skin is taken from what it must protect.
Sunset, sunny, soft,
Flesh of fruit.
The raw reward the earliest men saw,
That you now present to me.
They say the mandarin is the sweetest in her family,
You tell me softly,
Just bite the segment,
And tear through her delicate skin,
That resembles a glass cage,
Holds in but cannot withstand,
Not sharp canines,
Not rough molars.
Feel the burst of her emotions,
Miniscule pulp, flowing juice.
Nature’s pure wish, sugar, and tart.
You pull your small, perfect, smooth, mandarin,
Into perfect halves,
And give me one,
To see the true goodness within.
Canine
Art thou smiling or baring thy teeth?
A comfortable symbol I have dreamt to see,
Longed to sink into and believe,
Or a threat I will not withstand,
Hidden, tucked, in your sleeve?
Now she warned me with plenty of time to avail,
“For he calls himself a lamb,
A tiger in thine own skin.”
But she too felt warm flesh in there,
An irresistible intonation inside thee.
It is a tasteless thing to touch,
Thine body, sculpted by a false etorphine.
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Still, I kiss thine mouth,
And allow my fate to be,
A kiss from a mouth that smiles,
Or a kiss from a mouth that wishes to bite me,
And tear me to jigsaw pieces.