Compose a poem that involves the use of numbers.
Numbers can be used as countdowns, time-telling devices, checklists, or other creative ways in a poem.
Oh, pickles, you sour little things,
With your briney taste that stings.
A rating of one, for you I despise,
Please stay away from my burger and fries.
Mean people, oh what a chore,
A two out of ten, you're such a bore.
From snarky comments to rude remarks,
I'd rather befriend a pack of hungry sharks.
Mouth breathers, a rating of three,
Your open mouths make me want to flee.
Can't you breathe th...
she’s known him for seven years—
they met as six year olds full of hate.
on her pillow, five mascara tears,
because she’s four years too late.
she thought three words would do the trick,
a simple “i love you”
a couple of teenagers, so lovesick
because they couldn’t face one truth.
seven petals on the floor—
only a few more to go
six years of wanting more and more
a five minute pity show
1 universal law,
2 sides to every story,
3 strikes and you’re out, mandatory
4 seasons each and every year,
5 senses which humans possess,
My 6th is stone, less fears between my ears
7 years ago I was going through the motions, a different person, wading in a directionless ocean
8 year old me would be in awe now, for that I’m certain
9 lives, haven’t used up all mine, clawing my way back so I can ...
All that you say
It is a weapon
Used against you
But I recall
Nothing at all
I oppose you
My mind is blank
My tongue is numb
The phone slips
I despise you
But at this time
I can’t say why
Or use my memory
To expose you
At least in my mind I told you....
One tear falls from my eye
Two people dance through my mind
Spinning off into a starry, starry sky
Lost to space I think of how blind
I was to fall so fast
I thought I was in love, but now it’s passed
And now I sit staring at the stars
And think of how what we had
Dissipated in feverish flight
One heart was broken
And two were swallowed by the night...
Ten… The world seems so chaotic
Nine… Why is this happening to me
Eight… Maybe it’s all my fault
Seven… Maybe it’s no one’s fault at all
Six… It’s not me it’s him
Five… Then just let him go
Four… But I can’t I’m in love
Three… But does he show you that same love
Two… So what is that telling you
One… To Start over and be free
Free as can be…...
10. You’re funny
9. You’re cute
8. You talk to me
7. You look at me (omg why do you look at me??? Do you like me too????)
6. You’re kind (unlike every other boy in school *eye roll)
5. You’re talented
4. You’re respectful
3. You don’t have a bad haircut
2. We have shared interests and preferences
1. You might like me back...
I’ve never been good with numbers.
the way they move
Has never quite flowed
to the rhythm in my head.
I can follow the patterns,
The forms they tend to take,
Hugging one or
another between parentheses.
But I’ll never understand them
The way most do
Maybe it’s my lefty-brain
Or I’m just simply lacking
In the close rela...
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