Once, long ago, When love was new and young, When love was firm and supple, When love was as plentiful as hope, I threw my head back passionately and said, “You will never replace me! I am all you need!” I am the love of…

The man has come! How I did not see! How I missed the feeling? Which has been there for a long time He was always there And I never knew! How I am waiting to fall in love! Yes, To fall in love with you…..

  In the wash of surrounding beauty I am but a frivolous stroke of the brush in the absent minded flick of the hand that holds it or am I? For in the wake of who you were is the truth of who I am…

I am… …all I am… …nothing and all … … at the same time. I am sadness trapped within myself lost in a space of time Caught in an endless loop that can’t be measured,  unstoppable destruction. restless madness. I carry lost moments  and regrets. …

Daughter, Sister, Woman I am all of these things with out choice, designations from life   Teacher, Mentor, Leader I am all of these things because of need, others views of me   Poet, Artist, Creator I am all of these things by drive, instincts…

I am Em Em the Whim I have fun down at the gym I play catch with Will & Jim I am Em Em the Whim I run circles wide and slim Silly circles in bright and dim I roll and tumble, leap and swim…

Yes, you are. You’re a poet. Oh, I know I am. I’ve been that since the first time Mama smiled at my scribbles, my rhymes, my seven-year-old genius that only she could see. Yes, you are. You are a cook. Oh, I know I am….

The one who tries to be perfect… I am.   The one who sings off key… I am.   The one who laughs too loud… I am.   The one who feels too much… I am.   The one who loves too hard… I am….

Good morning! The challenge for hour one is to write a poem that contains the refrain “I am” at least six times. You can start every stanza with it, or be more subtle. You can take make the poem autobiographical or absurd, or best of…

The streets are chilly I can tell from the steam coming from Lake Ohrid Still, as I get out of bed, I can pictures its teal depths and its silvery rocks underneath, I decide to wear shorts and walk to lake’s edge with breakfast apple…