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POEM STARTER
Compose a poem that starts with an idiom.
Idioms are common, sometimes metaphorical sayings such as ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’, and ‘love at first sight’. Which idiom will you use to set the theme for your poem?
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We’ll cross that bridge when it comes And when it does, I take the river Wet stones beneath my feet I act suprised when I fall
It hurts to look back on what I have done The mistakes made make me bitter Instead of fighting I flee I could have had it all
I want to forget my downfall Because the parts that repeat Force me to reconsider: Have my efforts come undone?
If people never change, no one Then what justifies an omiter? Responsibility escapes, And I really am a quitter
Which way is the wind blowing How is this wind showing As it softly whispers in your ear Talking about places far and near Listen closely to the winds sweet song Guiding your thoughts to where they belong The wind changes its course Shifting direction with such force Natures ever changing ways Seeing us through every day Embrace the unpredictable flow But beware of the gusts that blow The wind whispers secrets clear and true Revealing a path you could choose Be mindful watchful and wise Read the signs in the winds cries Trust your instinct and inner voice To make a choice for you to rejoice Remember in the end it’s your call Just listen to the options big and small You may follow where the wind might lead But it’s up to you to trust and take heed.
You’re barking up the wrong tree When you tell me that I need you Cause I can tell you for a fact I don’t need anyone but me Don’t take this the wrong way But I don’t want you to be a need If you are still a part of my life It’s because I want you there You’re not essential for my survival Just an added bonus in my life Try seeing from my perspective Maybe you’ll understand my view I’ve been hurt by needing someone But I’ve never been hurt by just me I will never rely on someone else Since I can do it all myself Call me stubborn all you want I call it independent
After killing two birds with one stone A taste of you're own medicine all alone Ive let the cat out of the bag No pain no gain on this pricetag I pulled out all the stops Not a piece of cake or a lollipop Its possible Ive added fuel to the fire By barking up the wrong tree prior But a picture is worth a thousand words Its the old hit the nail on the head blurb I have turned the tables somehow The ball is in your court now Perhaps a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush It cost you more than an arm and a leg to keep it all shush Looking on the bright side is outlining That every cloud really does have a silver lining
The grass is greener on the other side, I don’t know who said that shit, but they lied. They must have been lost, just walking around , Daydreaming all day with their head in the clouds.
Curiosity really does kill the cat. I know that, for an absolute fact. I tipped my hat, to whoever said that, But my heart goes out to that poor little cat.
Don’t let the small things get you pissed, Don’t have a cow or get your panties in a twist. Just cool your jets, hold your horses, Kick back and relax, let life run its courses.
One of these days you’ll see that these things , Don’t even amount to a hill of beans . So don’t cry over spilled milk, just say fuck it. Go balls to the wall till you kick the bucket.
Fortune favors the bold, For I was told, To chase after refractions of white.
The colored light that bends When nature's tears fall, For there is gold at rainbow's end.
Much time is spent Chasing that last curve, A place where color meets gold, A place kept far from the reaches of men.
Many preach of what they've seen, A chest of rubies, tourmaline, diamonds, and gold, Protected by little men of green.
But fortune favors the bold, So I fought and clawed, to draw closer, To behold all, that colored ends, And little green men had to offer.
Not the gold I was told, But rather a note, written in bold, it wrote, "The riches was on the road traveled."
Don’t forget the elephants in the room They surely haven’t forgotten you. One hundred of them die a day, One in the past fifteen minutes. Don’t forget the elephants, Caught in human conflict Or poached. Numbers dropped sixty percent In just a decade And in just another They will be gone. Their numbers dwindle And cries for ivory only climb We kill for it And they die for it And one day There will be no elephants Left in the room They listen yet They are not heard
Did you know that they have names?
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