Poems

There is still some confusion about my poem because of that whole not knowing it had to be a published author thing. I have been trying to think of another poem since then. I had one recommended to me that is a cool poem, but I don't have nearly as developed an idea for it as I did for the other one. I will post them both here I guess.

Here was my first idea (The one with the children's book):

Stephanie Cuono - "Song Number Three"

we lie to little girls from an early age
we try to tell them that everything'll be ok
that if they wish upon a star their dreams will all come true
well, twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder where the hell you are
cause i'm looking to the night sky
and i can't find you
and i wish that life was like a fairy tale
where everybody gets what they deserve
where the good guy always wins and the bad one always dies
(or has their eyes gouged out by little birdies beaks and claws)
and i wish that life was like a fairy tale
where even if things don't go according to plan
and everyone fails and you lose your man
you can still make everything right with a justified suicide
star light, star bright
first star i see tonight
i wish i may and i wish i might
that everything will turn out all right



Here is the other one I am considering. I am thinking about maybe incorporating a real orange with nails piercing the slices somehow? I'm not sure. It's a very underdeveloped idea right now.


Gary Soto - "Oranges"

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted -
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickle in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickle from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.

Outside,
A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.