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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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The Missing Piece
Your absence leaves a constant hole in the world.
That hole is the space that I go to when I miss you.
But you're not there anymore.
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The Selfless Teacher
The third-grade teacher who was always more than her job description demanded she be.
She was the one who held you when you'd cry,
supported you through academic challenges.
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Who I Was Isn't Who I Am
I am a 17-year-old girl who has jumped through several hoops to get to where I am today in life.
I have spent my teenage years healing the younger me.
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Healing Isn't Linear
Walk in a straight line they say,
They say you should have moved on by now.
Walk forward and never look back, they say.
Years.
It has taken me years to “walk in a straight line.”
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Watching
I am up
with the sun,
an ancient plate
in danger of breaking
holds pancakes
and fruit.
I wait
I watch.
The earliest wakers
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I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist
For a long time
I'd have vivid dreams,
bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss
of being wherever
and the closest return
to the mind of a child