I wrote a lot of different poems and here they are...
PostPosted: Mon Jun 14, 2004 11:57 am
I don't think you will like them a lot but here goes...
Writing
Writing is where you put something down and scribble on it 10,000 times, then 3 hours later it’s still there.
Writing dances across blue lines stopping in between the red trying not to trip and fall.
Writing can have green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am, a fox in a box, and/or depending on your mood a mouse in a house.
Writing has ideas you try and force out of your brain to your arms, into your palms, around wood, then thrown long to your brain, then to your eraser, under the lead, then back to your eraser.
Writing is where the ideas flow like milk and honey and the page is full and the chapter is finished-or the page is white with horizontal blue lines covered in doodles of writers block dates.
If you take a noun, then look and look and try to elaborate, then glare and glare in a thesaurus, then turn and turn the pages only writing can make you hate defining.
Writing is where your spiral notebook becomes your heart, your pencil the blood vessels, and all purpose liquid paper your cardiologist.
If you have two verbs, one action and one helping, and you tweak, tweak, tweak, until you add an –ing, -ing, -ing, until it’s ambiguous, ambiguous, ambiguous, will the helping verb be of any help?
If you have six poems due tomorrow and you write a poem at 12:00 p.m., then two poems at 5:00 p.m. and three at 12:00 a.m., who is more tired you or your parents?
What do you think of this one. I might post some others if you like it...
Writing
Writing is where you put something down and scribble on it 10,000 times, then 3 hours later it’s still there.
Writing dances across blue lines stopping in between the red trying not to trip and fall.
Writing can have green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am, a fox in a box, and/or depending on your mood a mouse in a house.
Writing has ideas you try and force out of your brain to your arms, into your palms, around wood, then thrown long to your brain, then to your eraser, under the lead, then back to your eraser.
Writing is where the ideas flow like milk and honey and the page is full and the chapter is finished-or the page is white with horizontal blue lines covered in doodles of writers block dates.
If you take a noun, then look and look and try to elaborate, then glare and glare in a thesaurus, then turn and turn the pages only writing can make you hate defining.
Writing is where your spiral notebook becomes your heart, your pencil the blood vessels, and all purpose liquid paper your cardiologist.
If you have two verbs, one action and one helping, and you tweak, tweak, tweak, until you add an –ing, -ing, -ing, until it’s ambiguous, ambiguous, ambiguous, will the helping verb be of any help?
If you have six poems due tomorrow and you write a poem at 12:00 p.m., then two poems at 5:00 p.m. and three at 12:00 a.m., who is more tired you or your parents?
What do you think of this one. I might post some others if you like it...