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  • March 1st, 2011 | 1:42 AM
Poetry Push - List Poems 3/1/11

Here's today Poetry Push for List Poems. It's a great way to warm-up your poetic muscles for the day. If you want to read more about list poems, check out the original post.

Poetry Push - 3/1/11

What does this prompt make you think of? Brainstorm a list first. What's puzzling to you right now? What are the pieces you need to complete something? Or maybe go off in a completely different way. This is just a warm-up, so don't spend a lot of time on it, five to ten minutes to create a list poem inspired by the Poetry Push card above. For some examples from previous weeks, click on the poetry push tag at the bottom of this post.

Make sure to add your name to the poem when you post it.

Have fun!
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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March 1st, 2011 09:05 am (UTC)
No one knows just how you feel
The pain, the heartache, the misery
No one knows how it feels to be you
To walk in your shoes. Even for one day

No one knows if they are taking
The right road, the right path to success
No one knows what their future holds
If they have made the right choices

No one knows, how could they know?
You have to feel it in your heart
Feel the love around you, accept that love
Find the positive things in life, embrace them

For no one knows in this world of uncertainty
Just what tomorrow will bring,
If there will even be a tomorrow.
So we have to make the most
Of what we have now, because after all


- Anne McKenna

March 8th, 2011 07:10 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful, Anne. No one knows unless we tell them. And you just did.
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March 8th, 2011 07:09 pm (UTC)
Lovely first pass Jenn, though I can see your potential if you thought about revising. I totally see that slice of light under the door.
March 3rd, 2011 06:10 am (UTC)
No one knows what size tutu
A flea wears.
But we might guess they leap and pirouette
As well as any prima ballerina.

No one knows what a giraffe does
For a sore throat,
Let alone how we'd know he even had one
Since they make no noise at all.

(And no one nose
Has ever not run.)

No one knows what cats would really do
If they suddenly had thumbs.
For all we know they'd still want us to do
All those things we do for them now.

(But I think we can guess
That's likely for the best.)

And no one knows what I'm going to think next.
March 8th, 2011 07:11 pm (UTC)
What fun, Sue! I love the thought of cats with thumbs. Of course they'd still want us to do all those things for them!
March 14th, 2011 08:57 pm (UTC)
Nobody knows where a poem comes from.
Drifting down like falling leaves?
Bursting forth like baby laughter?
Working up from dark roots?
Sending green shoots into the air?
Leaking out of tightly held memories?
Spilling over from joy?
Nobody knows.
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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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