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  • February 4th, 2011 | 12:24 AM
Poetry Friday - The Poetry Push List Poems

This Tuesday I started a new poetry prompt series that will appear each Tuesday on my blog. The idea is to create list poems from the prompts I post. Here are this week's poems.

I want to GIVE BACK all the times my father told me I would never amount to anything.
I want to GIVE BACK all the tears I shed when my Mother told me I could not play the games that my brother and sisters played.
I want to GIVE BACK all the times in the playground when the kids laughed at me because I was different from them.
I want to GIVE BACK all the hurt I felt when I could not go places and do the things other kids did because they were impossible for me even though they looked fun.
I want to GIVE BACK all the loneliness I felt in my heart because nobody ever really took the time to understand me and so left me out of most things.
All of these collectively made me who I am today
So I want these people to GIVE BACK all the confidence and the self esteem, they stole from me.
I can then go on with my life and be the person I can be, the person I should be.
If only people GIVE BACK.

- Anne Mckenna

Give Me Back…

Knees that don’t creak
Ankles less weak
Arms that don’t flag
Stomach sans sag

But please let me keep…

Football I played
Nights of charades
Daughters I bore*
Every last Skor

* And by bore I mean gave birth too, not make them drowsy with ennui:>)

--Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved

Give Back

Give In
Give Out
Give Off
Give Up
Give Away

Give It
Give It Up
Give Me Five

Give to a Good Cause
Give at The Office
Give Some More
Give Til It Hurts
What Gives?

Give The Order, The Finger, Your First Born
Give Blood
Give a Toast
Give Consent
Give Your Hand

Give up the Ghost
Give Your All, Your Word, Your Right Arm
Give Thanks
Give a Damn

Kellye Crocker

Give Back?
silver mirror
black chair
silver comb
black hair

see it curl
down my spine
below my waist--
it's all mine!

silver shears
shoulder shove
quick snip for
locks of love

--Emily Jiang

I no longer have her
in my life
give back
the one
you took away.


Give back
Shreds of tinsel
Ticket stubs
Dried flowers
Strands of Easter grass
Bicentennial quarters
Chunks of fool's gold

All the bits
I scattered through your house
& thought I didn't need.

--Jennifer R. Hubbard

You took
my self-esteem
my laughter
my pride in how I dress
my ability to trust
and to see the good in most people

You took
my dog, my cat
my good credit rating and almost,
my car

You took
my trust
my friends
my music

You gave back
a broken heart
a shattered dream
and finally, freedom.

--- Susan Taylor Brown, all rights reserved

Dori Reads has the Poetry Friday round-up for us all today. Pour a cup of your favorite beverage and poke around at some of the great poetry that's being shared today.
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 6 comments — Leave comment )
February 4th, 2011 03:13 pm (UTC)
Susan, What a neat idea...and what poems. I am thinking that I would like to give back all kinds of things right now. It's fascinating to see how many different ways and places people allowed these two words to touch them. A.
February 4th, 2011 05:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Amy. I think it will be a fun weekly quick warm-up to go along with Laura's Thursday 15 words or less.
February 4th, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)
These were fun to read - each with such a different take on the words "give back".
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February 9th, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
Thanks for the support, Jenn.
February 5th, 2011 11:22 am (UTC)
When my life GIVES BACK some of my time, I'll definitely come over and take part in this challenge. I can't wait to see what next week's prompt will be/result in!
February 9th, 2011 04:18 am (UTC)
Thanks for checking them out. We'd love to have you play along.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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