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Spoken Word- Challenge
Spoken word poetry is when the author verbally presents their piece. Different emotions, effective pauses and changes in tone can all help bring the poem to life and make it leap around. -
To Dad With Love
Forever and always and evermore
You’ll probably step on the toys on the floor.
In years to come and in years past
We’ll always skate around you fast
We’ll roller blade around the track
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Assumptions-Challenge
What is one thing you really wish people would stop assuming about you? Why is this, and how would you want them to change their viewpoint?
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Weaving- Challenge
You are weaving a beautiful fabric that you will be able to wear. Your loom can weave with any substances you want. Anything. The sneeze of an ant, the roar of a river, the fog of london. What would you include in your fabric and why? -
Gibbering- Challenge
English relies heavily on phonetics and sounds. A few centuries ago people didn't have dictionaries and made up spelling according to the sounds they heard- that is to say very creativly. -
Yesterdays
Yes, I have work that must get done
So that I don't see the rising sun
When I am still stuck in the day before
... But I'd like to lie here and rest on the floor.
Yes, I'm aware there is much to do
Loves
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November Fifth
No one can predict
Our country's future
Various people watching and waiting
Eager and scared for the outcome
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Preserved Moments
Listen to the soft pattern
of rain drops falling onto the window pane
creating streams of water
that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill.
Feel the softness of a blanket
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I wish I could
I wish I could,
You know
Just let things go
But my head
Keeps going
going
going
going
gone.
Never to be the same again
Thoughts during the day turn to daydreams
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What Writing Is To Me
When I write I don't really know what I'm doing or what I'm writing about. I get stuck, I want to write but don't know what to do or I try to write then totally go off topic.
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if it hadn't have been for you
I wait in the dark,
with the clouds poking through the atmosphere.
I look to the stars
begging for their help.
They shoot dust in my eyes;
which brings the tears
I watch the moon as it's turning
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Why did I go?
Rain falls from the sky,
Yet my feet are cemented on the ground.
And the water beads on my face,
Turning my hair wet when I wish it were dry.
But somehow I don't care.