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.
promise April 21, 2012
Sometimes you capture the most lovely phrases in conversations around you, and they beg to be put into a poem…
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You are the promise I made to myself,
A gift worth the challenges faced.
You are the promise I dream in faith,
A gift worth the challenges raced.
You are the promise I made to myself.
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I will fulfil your specific yearning,
A gift of my heart and my time.
I will fulfil the goals unfurling,
A gift of my love and my rhyme.
I will fulfil your specific yearning.
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You are the promise I made to myself.
Shawn L. Bird 