Metaphor Poem
My mind is a room of people arguing
Over every decision and action.
Each represents a different party with a different opinion.
My conscience is the judge, sitting at the end of the room
With a parliamentary wig on, he waits to make the verdict.
Haiku
Broken ribs, crushed face
The luckiest man alive
Can’t leave his own bed.
Out late on the job
Dying guy pukes in my mouth
It was a bad day.
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Biopoem
Milton Mumbling, pink, quiet Father of a Swingline stapler Who loved a window cubicle, watching squirrels and listening to the radio at a reasonable volume Who wanted a piece of cake, loves piña coladas, wishes he could set the building on fire Who burned down Initech Who wanted to see his Swingline stapler one last time Born in an unspecified Metropolitan City Wagdum |
Tanka
The greatest sandwich,
Peanut butter and jelly,
Cannot be beaten.
Has endless variations
But one childhood memory.
The first Haiku is great and the Tanka is very simple and pleasing. The biopoem was very well written. Good job. If you wanted to, you could put your limerick on here so that we have more to read.
Try to use a more descriptive word than pink on your biopoem. Love the poem about Mrs. Follis’s husband!! haha. The tanka about peanut butter and jelly was really good! It made me want to be five years old again. LOVE IT!
good haiku. the tanka is funny and very appealing to read.
Loved the tanka! My favorite that I’ve read so far. PBJ all the way. I like how the first haiku is thought provoking. The second one was amusing because it was about Mrs. Follis’s husband but I don’t think I liked it very much. That could also just be because it’s a really gross thing, and not the writing. I think it just doesn’t feel ‘poetic’ to me.