Poetry

 

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.

 

 

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.

 

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Published on March 11, 2009 at 5:56 pm  Comments (4)  

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  1. 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.

  2. 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!

  3. good haiku. the tanka is funny and very appealing to read.

  4. 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.


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