Here is a summer poem,
Lit by late light
a crackling bonfire poem
paddling in water sparkling with
laughter.
poem-decisions February 7, 2024
She seeks the hope in joyful gaze
She longs for peace amid the fray
She speaks her love along the way
She trusts her future through the haze
She creates contentment every day.
poem- change in the wind August 28, 2022
Perhaps, this may be
the last back to school autumn
With next year’s falling leaves,
will I too be leaving
on the breeze ?
poem-springing March 8, 2021
Oh my!
Blue sky!
If only the promises could be true
that this is is just a preview.
Has spring finally arrived?
Poem- Stinky socks cinquains October 2, 2020
(These were fun demos written with my students as we worked through some poetry devices on “Poetry Friday-the Wednesday edition”)
Super stinky socks
So easily knee socks crease
Stinky socks stick to my shoes
They slurp when I pull them out.
But say! My socks still rock!
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Socks are mittens for feet
Comfort like a warm fire in winter.
My wooly socks hug my feet
My silent shout of happiness
declares my stinky socks the finest perfume in the world.
I like my socks.
(Can you find assonance, alliteration, consonance, hyperbole internal rhyme, metaphor, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, personification, simile, and understatement?)
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Concussed September 14, 2018
This concussion is a constriction
squeezing my head like a snake
hugging my eyes closed.
Light pressure. Dark daylight.
Just a little inconvenience.
poem-hack December 14, 2015
I’m tired of this hacking cough
I wish these bugs would bugger off.
It’s hard to breathe; I’m prone to sneeze.
I wish this cough would stop!
poem- Mom September 14, 2015
Today is my mom’s 86th birthday, so I wrote her a poem:
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My mother is a sewing machine
Stitching life together like a quilt.
She can make anything grow
as the needle whirs and punctures
Creating history.
poem- oasis August 30, 2014
Small oasis.
Forest of calm
amid desiccating storm.
Drop of water.
Rest.
poetry is May 13, 2012
poetry is art in words:
the visual spoken,
essence distilled,
passion
revealed.
Shawn L. Bird 