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POEM STARTER
Write a series of Cinquain poems exploring different emotions related to the same event.
A cinquain is a poem of 5 lines with a set structure. Use the basic American syllable structure across your five lines: 2-4-6-8-2
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He’s sick
He wont be ok
I have always known this fact
But at this point it still hurts me
Hes sick
Hes sick
Should we be celebrating
For whom I despise is gone
Drinks on me, one, two ,three, cheers, ha!
Hes sick
Hes sick
But i am confused
He was just ok just yesterday
I dont know how to feel about this
Hes sick
Hes sick
Now I may be
Is he gonna kill me too
This sickness hurts and i’m not do...
**CW for language, death, and unresolved relationships**
You’re gone.
I’m elated.
It went on for too long.
I can’t believe it’s actually
Over.
You’re gone.
It’s for the best.
But you never said sorry.
And now I’m sat here wondering
What if?
You’re gone.
I’m frustrated.
You likely never cared.
But I sit and I seethe that you
Escaped.
You’re gone.
But you’re not gone.
Because you won’t go away.
...
Happy
Funny
Entertaining
Really interesting
always so fun and super cool
Happy
Surprised
Oh wow!
Just look at that
Or this, there is a lot
That is shown and could be made known
Surprised
Grateful
For all
All the things on
For me to use and do
It is a service and pleasure
Grateful
Amused
Hey, Look!
Look at this link
To this pretty weird site
I think I will click on this link
Amused
Shocked
Wait...
Alone
Alone for now
Though the future has hope
Hope in finding a partnership
A home
Comfy
Cozy and warm
All that you had wanted
Everything in its place, but
That itch
Wanting
Forbidden fruit
Only the devil knows
Just how bitter it really is
Uh-oh
Alone
Alone again
Just like you always were
Nothing to be afraid of now
Just you....
Writing the first:
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Eva’s tale:
I thought I would hear my heart
I guess that left with you
My ears are ringing-
A new hallucination
No doubt I'll hear your voice
In every corridor and busy street
I can hear the flatline
Every single night
I can feel your presence
In every move I make
My limbs attached to the cross with strings
My puppeteer
Your ghost calls my mind home
You...
People
sit in church pews
praying, singing, bringing
flowers, reminiscing on his
kindness,
endless
love, his driving
sense of community,
his passion for helping others,
his faith,
stories
that family,
friends tell eternize him,
but they can’t replace his unique
lifetime....
Skin
I try to pretend it doesn’t get under my skin
That I don’t itch for it to go away
That I don’t let anything bother me
That I can hold my temperament
Saying that I don’t get angry or upset
But I lie
Everything goes under my skin
Like there’s a big gaping wound that everything goes into
Like there’s an entrance for issues
And words
And looks people give
That get to me
That carry spears to go ...
A boat
Sitting empty
Is bombed and then explodes
An invitation for a fight
With who?
A boy
With wide awed eyes
Watches a boat explode
Not realizing just how bad
It is
A mom
Who’s horrified
Watches a boat explode
Worried about all of the kids
A war?
A man
From the navy
Watches a boat explode
And his stomach goes down with it
Oh no...
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POEM STARTER
Write a poem using Purple Prose.
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