We have to create a poem in English class. My topic: the sensation and drama of shredding tires away from a light at 10 PM in a crowded city.
It must mimick the style of a Harlem Renaissance poet, and I chose Claude McKay. He has a variation of rhyming styles, and he uses a lot of “danger word sentences” (i.e. When this happens, that happens.)
I’ll post it to oppo when it’s done, but I’m not exactly the best at thinking of poetry lines. I don’t want anyone to do it for me though!
I shake and jolt in busy hush
Insignificant among the rest
Like ants the figures had no rush
Without highlights upon request
I had one chance to get it right
Impatience put up quite a fight
When facing me was shining green,
The time had come to make a scene.
One foot goes down into the floor,
To twist the heart forevermore.
The clock spins up from 1 to 5.
My chance to shine just came alive.