Modernism

In my poetry class, we are studying modern forms of poetry (c. 1900-present). One of the styles is called Modernism. It is like Haiku, minus the structure. One of the main contributors was Ezra Pound. Most of his poems present a poem just for the sake of poetry; for the beauty, or whatever else may be evoked. I attempted five poems, hitting on all the senses. I tried to write them just for the sake of experiencing them among the different senses, but they ended up with somewhat of a message, however shallow. This may be entirely unavoidable; in Pound's writing, many of us in my class found some possible minor meaning to them. I attempted to write them quickly, so that I would only type what I felt, saw, etc. in the moment, and would keep meaning out of the poems; it worked to some minor extent, so it seems.
Well, here they are, have fun.
A Smile for Me

His friendly grin;
A billowing miasma of putrid smog.

The Siren

Her song entrances listeners;
A sensuous lover’s caress, a bitter shiv to the heart.

With Love

The aroma of a loaf in the oven;
An angel floating through the fresh spring air.

A Gentle Touch

A hand lain to cheek;
Melting into a warm bath,
Oils of bergamot and citrus.

Taste of Her Kiss

The taste of her kiss;
A stroll through a bitter snowstorm.


Sorry, I had it wrong, this type of poetry is called imagism. Modernism is the entire spectrum of poetry we are studying.