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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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Miss You
I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I think it's because that's what you were.
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
we're
two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall
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Hometown Christmas
When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"
And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.
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Happy Holidays
Hope you all
Are having some good cheer
Please remember
People struggle during this time of
Year
Happy days to allOld tales and stories of years passed
Little smiles mean everything
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Letter to the World
Dear World,
I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me.
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Writing With A Knife
I write with a knife
It cuts into my heart
Spilling it onto the paper
My emotions
My thoughts
Painted with blood
Once I start
There is no stopping
I bleed
Begging for someone
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Great Nullification
Every vow cried to the tip of a saber,
Every soul sold to a higher or lower power,
Every road paved to lead others astray,
Is nullified.
Revoked,