Throwback Tuesday: Old Poetry Found

Hey world!

Happy World Poetry Day!

A few days ago, I was going through one of my poetry notebooks from my glorious SHS days, and I did discover some horrible poems.

Hahaha xx.

Very embarrassing

I wonder why I called it poetry.

But also, I feel proud of some poems I wrote in those days.

The glorious SHS days, when I used to sign off all my poems with either MarieNoel, or Pink Butterfly.

Pink Butterfly??!! *rolling my eyes* How typical.

I wonder why I used that lame pen name.

Pink butterfly. Argh! 😒

So, today, I will post here one good (not very good) poem and one bad poem from my SHS days.

I’m slowly feeling shy of posting the bad one.

Anyway, here it goes.

The Way We Love

Dreaming of the world we imagine

Painting it with our love colours

If I choose the right colours to paint our world

We would be the perfect couple

If I knew how to select the right colours to paint our love

Our love would be the perfect one.

Wishing that our love would be sweet

Cute, romantic, interesting…

If I knew which brush to use

I would paint it with pride

If I knew which overall to wear

And which ladder to climb to paint the walls of love……

Oh, how our love would be perfect

MarieNoel

Sat 19^th January, 2010

Pink Butterfly™

So, this poem was written for and intended to be given to my future husband. I don’t think I will give it to him. I will write a better one.

Now to the embarrassing poem

When Will I Ever

When will I ever complete school and stop wearing uniforms?

In fact, who even brought about education?

I want to enjoy my life with no school

When will I ever stop listening to boring lessons?

When will I ever?

I want to grow, start driving cars, and get married

Get work, give birth

Take care of my children

When will I ever stop writing tests and exams?

When will I ever?

I want to go on holidays and sing for the rest of my life

When will I ever?

MarieNoel

March 2010

I mean, look at this…..

I even regret writing this. I mean, how? I think I wrote during the time that I did not understand a Physics lessons. I never liked Physics. I still don’t like it.

Even look at the last line….

…..sing for the rest of my life…..

Why did I write this? Sing for the rest of my life how? With which voice?

Anyway, I had fun writing this post and laughing at 17/18 year old self myself.

What do you think of the two poems? Any embarrassing poems you wrote?

My Name Is Marietta and I'm An Upcoming Poet

I never dreamt of becoming a poet, not in a million years. When I was a kid, I loved to write stories and loved to READ poems but not write poems. They were never good enough, and still aren't.

Writing poetry wasn't my thing. Prose writing, was my style, my breath, my fashion.

The first time I wrote serious poetry was when I was in my first year in secondary school. I was really homesick, like REALLY homesick, to the extent that I began to get skin rashes. So I wrote my ever first serious poem "HOMEGOING" , which now sucks. I read it now and ask myself 'Did I really write that? Was I serious at all?' That wasn't poetry. That was lame writing.

Anyway it wasn't my fault that it was lame. Poetry wasn't my thing. I sucked, at poetry writing. But as the years went by, I decided to try it. Maybe it wasn't bad at all. Maybe it was fun. Maybe it was my thing.
I wrote really bad poetry and other times, I wrote REALLY GOOD poetry, I was so proud of myself. I decided to buy little journals for poems written by other poets and me- I couldn't believe I could call myself a poet. If the Board of Poetry Directors were to inspect my poems, I would be disqualified to be called a poet, which would be sad.

Anyway that wouldn't be the end of my life in poetry. I mean I could sue them for disqualifying me. So far as I wrote in short lines and verses, it was a poem, whether it rhymed or not, whether it made sense or not.
My inspiration? LIFE. Since the birth of my second born,  Poetry, her inspiration has been LIFE itself, just like her big brother Prose, (my first born ) I wonder what I would give birth to next. Maybe songwriting or art or dancing or even acting.

It's been a beautiful life with poetry. She's been long, short, rhyming and free. She sometimes try to be haiku and even erotic but the erotic method doesn't work. Sorry poetry but you are not old enough.

So, poetry and Marietta are getting along well - at least. They are getting better. Trust me they used to be worse. But I dream of publishing an anthology of poems or have a poem of mine to be part of an anthology, so pray for me, support me, encourage me, motivate me, inspire me , have my back and I will do it for you. Just for you.

So watch out world; My name is Marietta and I'm an upcoming poet.

Stay Sweet !!!!