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Post by John Barnett on Mar 5, 2004 13:17:17 GMT -5
Write a poem from the point of view of one of your body parts, but in the first person point of view. (ie. "I am John's tired hands, without me, John could do no work")
Give it a try!
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Post by Alex'z Death Chic on Mar 8, 2004 7:33:45 GMT -5
My eyes' POV
I am the window of her soul
peek into me and see what's inside
take a glance at her true form
look at me
gaze at what she really is!
can't you see?
without me...
her true form will never be exposed.
haha... its a 5 min poem.
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Post by T.J. Barber on Mar 11, 2004 17:41:24 GMT -5
Hey, I like this one. It's similiar to richies last challenge but this one brings it out better. Good write as well you really brought out the real porpous for your eyes. Good job!
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Post by John Barnett on Mar 11, 2004 18:59:24 GMT -5
I agree this poem was very good. This is also one of the challenges I used at Poet Club One and was fairly successful, so here we go again.
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Post by Alex'z Death Chic on Mar 12, 2004 7:09:16 GMT -5
oh cool... I'm glad you like my poem... I have another one though...
I'm in a race
trying to win over the devil
just to go all the way
to walk the endless miles,
through the path she chose
may it be wrong or right
I dare not go against her will
I will not stop.
Only she can make me.
But even if I win or not,
I'm still honored to be the one
to bring her to where she wants be
umm... if u dun get who's talking... its my right foot. He's competing with my left foot (the devil). Weird poem I know... |
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Seth
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Root Beer Float
Play something country!
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Post by Seth on Mar 24, 2004 14:10:34 GMT -5
I am tired, but she persists
I go on in agony
Never allowed any rest.
She complains about me
Says she's a wierdo
I wonder if she hates me...
And again she uses me to write out her pain
Writing non-stop
I'm cramping up once again.
I know she says things because of what she's heard
But in the end
I'm assured by her silent words.
She is a lefty- I'm her left hand
As she stares down at me,
Each other's pain, we finally understand. \\Yes, I'm left-handed, I'm an oddball and I have dinner with the Devil every other week.  Beware the left-handed people- they're the underlings of the Devil...// |
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 24, 2004 17:48:31 GMT -5
Consciousness of Triviality
March 24, 2003
I am reviled and shunned,
I am flawed beyond repair
she listenes to nothing I say
I lay quiet in despair
I try to get an edge
but she pushes me away
she tries to ignore my role in her life
I can't let her go astray
I give advice
she responds indignantly
she hates my whole being
and from me, she flees
I am not a tangible thing
but I do exist in essence
she feels no use for me,
her abused conscience
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Post by John Barnett on Mar 25, 2004 20:39:12 GMT -5
Wow, I am really pleased with the outcome of this challenge, great poems Tom and Kris. Both were so great yet so different, wonderful!
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 28, 2004 12:14:27 GMT -5
thanks john..this was the first piece i've written in forever...  |
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Post by T.J. Barber on Apr 5, 2004 11:11:51 GMT -5
Great job on this challenge guys. You all done very exceptional jobs and I am proud to write along side each of you. Keep it up!
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Post by angel on Apr 14, 2004 21:16:51 GMT -5
ooooh this sounds like fun. The ones that people have already written are wonderful! nice job! I will work on doing one, i'm excited now! YAY
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NeverMore
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Beethoven Looking f*g
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Post by NeverMore on Apr 15, 2004 0:34:39 GMT -5
I must say, I am impressed with the talent here on these boards. I have run poetry boards for a very long time and some of the works here just "WOW" me! This thread just set me right back in my chair.. what an awsome awsome idea!! I am not going to copy it though.. it needs to remain unique!
I must compliment the authors that have written thus far on this.. just a great job!!
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 29, 2004 14:37:54 GMT -5
I’m a big toe. you should know,
you need me mo than your nose.
I balance your stance so take a chance
And go but you go with your toes.
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Eclipse
Apprentice
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time.
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Post by Eclipse on May 1, 2004 23:27:24 GMT -5
How Handy (pardon the pun)
I am the outlet to the world;
A means to which she can express.
I am the soft skin and veins,
In the heartbeats of caress.
I have blood beneath my fingernails.
And it stains my bone and skin.
And when she sits and contemplates
I rest beneath her chin.
I drum guitar rhythms and annoying beats.
And sport colors in all hues.
In the lifeline of her palms
Displaying all her clues.
To what life and future holds for her.
That is...if she doesn’t cut my throat.
I’m even typing these stupid rhymes.
The poems I write and rewrote.
I hold pens and pencils delicately.
And perfectly timed, I cramp. (Lefty curse)
She cracks my knuckles and slams me in cars doors.
But then again, I guess it could be worse.
Because if not for me,
Who’d write all these crazy things in her head?
I’m sure that she’d explode.
Or not be far from dead.
I write homework pages on her right,
And jot numbers down on Post-It notes.
I proof-read essays, brush her teeth,
Hold boys’ hands, write all her stupid quotes.
I double click, copy n’ paste.
I scribble love notes to random boys.
I write her poems and letters to friends.
All that she enjoys.
I am her beauty and her eloquence.
Holding onto something honorable and true.
I’m her left hand and middle finger.
So I can say: f*ck you.
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Post by Alex'z Death Chic on May 2, 2004 8:58:02 GMT -5
Cool poems... Mike's poem is amusin.... lol at Eclipse... gotta love that last line.  |
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Beware the left-handed people- they're the underlings of the Devil...//
