My Poem ‘Rebirth’ and the Poetry Assessor

English: The Poem Tree, Wittenham Clumps, Oxfo...

English: The Poem Tree, Wittenham Clumps, Oxfordshire. Photograph by Jonathan Bowen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I tried an app today on http://www.poetryassessor.com/poetry/

According to them, it “is designed to determine whether a poem has the characteristics of a professional poem or, alternatively, an amateur poem.”

I tested it using my poem below:

Rebirth‘ by Veronica Nkwocha

A dried branch,
tinder for fire
life ebbs
feeding the soil
A budding flower
A shrub of green
trembling with life
in the morning light

*It returned a score of 4.582! So I’m well pleased lol.

P.s. I’ve tried a few others and some haven’t done so well!

Positive scores indicate that a poem has characteristics of a professional poem while negative scores indicate that the poem has the characteristics of an amateur poem.”

*Caveat, I know nothing about the creators or the suitability of the application neither was I asked by them to test it.

*Update: There’s an update on the site ” it should be noted that the average word count of the poems used in the sample used to calibrate the system was 156 (maximum 378, minimum 21, St Dev 77). This means that results for poems of less than approximately 80 words should be interpreted with caution.”

Tender Serenade (Poetry)

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Tender Serenade by Veronica Nkwocha

Soft petals of music
Their lilting tune mesmerise me
Sweet chirps of the Nightingale’s song
Accompanies and rises
Above the orchestra’s symphony
What a gift, what a joy
What a trembling of hearts, and bows

Sing me a lullaby; caress me to sleep
O sweet Nightingale
Flitter and float
Above life’s wailing notes
Send me to sleep on cottony down
Wrapped in your tender serenade

An Iroko has Fallen – A Tribute to Chinua Achebe (Poetry)

A spiral stack of copies of the 1994 Anchor Bo...

A spiral stack of copies of the 1994 Anchor Books edition of Chinua Achebe’s novel Things Fall Apart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An Iroko has Fallen

By Veronica Nkwocha (a tribute to Chinua Achebe)

An Iroko has fallen
Who can disguise the din
An Iroko lays prone and all of the forest
Rise in silent tribute
He whose head and honour rose high in the sky
Is bowed
Not in trembling and fear
But as one who has performed great feats on the theatre of the world stage
Bowing as he takes his exit to heed the timeless call.
He leaves the forest and the testament of his earlier presence
Rings true and loud and unbroken
Only the silent can hear
May they heed the din from the Iroko
Rise to the stars
Stand tall and strong
Unbowed by life
And unbroken by the elements
An Iroko has fallen but the Iroko lives;
Long may it live.

Toga of the Bold (Poetry)

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Toga of the Bold 

By Veronica Nkwocha

Today,
I am wearing the toga of the bold
The beautiful and the sassy
I am vibrant,
I am feisty
And I am unbreakable.
Where is the wind to make me turn my gaze?
Where is the hate that will make me hide in shame?
Where are you O brass to tame my shine?
For I am gold,
Pure and invaluable;
I am a gem of intricate proportions
Fashioned after my maker
In the similitude of a palace

The Tides of Time (Poetry)

This poem was written by my brother when he was seventeen, reproduced here with his permission.

The Tides of Time

By Joseph Anuga

The tides of time
Has washed past me
And your absence is all I have

The tides of time
Has washed past me
And your presence is still at large

The tides of time has done its job
And all things around
Have changed a lot

The tides of time
Has lost its battle
To tear from my heart
Your undying frame

The tides of time
Shall soon be settled
And my mental torture
Caused by your absence
Shall come to an end

For the tides of time
Shall bring you to me
Clench us together
And we shall never part again

Strums from Mama’s Heartstrings (Poetry)

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Strums from Mama’s Heartstrings by Veronica Nkwocha.

She tickles me
Her eyes are twinkling
I’m giggling
Her arms encircle me
She’s singing
And then she twirls me.

She holds me, envelops me
I hear her heart beat, thumping
Strums from her heartstrings are echoing
Soft notes from my beginnings
They lull me
Asleep in mama’s arms.

The tinkle of her laughter, awakens me
Soft kisses on soft cheeks, mesmerising
The shine from my beaming smile, sparkling
Mama’s little star is twinkling.

 

Image from here http://www.freevector.com/mother-and-child-graphics/