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 all a mix of both.
Good luck and happy writing!
Ooh I love it!
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I am convinced I am not the only one who wakes with a stiff shoulder
From restless sleep on the bathroom floor
And a refrain in my head pounding in rhythm with my panicked heart
I am so sorry
I am so sorry
I am so sorry
I am so sorry
And I am always convinced I will die
But it is just the world spinning
Daring me to prove I really am
Sorry.
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Love this!
Excellence. Great starting point!
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
I am the girl next door.
You watch me everyday, beautiful to behold.
But you don’t see me.
We chat about hundreds of insubstantial things.
But you don’t hear me.
I am the girl next door.
Because we are neighbors, you assume I’m just like you.
But you don’t know me.
You envy my picture perfect life.
But you don’t really understand.
I am the girl next door.
We’ve shared many an evening’s tea on the front porch.
You have been to every backyard barbeque I’ve held.
I am the girl next door.
We’ve strolled away the springtime in the gardens.
You’ve walked me to the shining aluminum threshold of my front door.
I am the girl next door.
But my home you’ve never entered.
Do you wonder why?
My walls are built solid and strong.
What could be inside?
I am the girl next door.
My windows hidden by steel blinds drawn.
What secrets do they hide?
The doors always locked, all entrances blocked.
Does inside see a slant of light?
I am the girl next door.
And you’ll never know what I’m capable of.
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Great prompt…posted my first poem in this marathon.
A wonderful prompt. I did something like this in a poetry class once, so I won’t use it today. But I have revisited that poem and made revisions. That particular professor said that a poem is never finished until it’s published, and then revise it again.
A great prompt for a great start!
Priceless Gem
I am the one whom they cherished whole life
Despite all difficulty they chose to keep me alive
Only because I am a part of her now
Who sucks every breath she inhale
And feeds every nutrient she desired to have.
I am the one who cannot be left
Because I am the one who won their heart
Despite all odds that compelled them to abort
Because I am the one with down syndrome
Still they chose to hold me in their hands.
Crippled I am, completely dependent on them
Still they never grumbled or give up on me
Not because they chose to give me life
But because they felt blessed, as I came in their barren life
Bending every finger that questioned her barrenness.
Brilliant!! ♥️
Wow so fitting!! The theme or prompt “I Am” is exactly what was assigned to my class and I when I was first introduced to poetry in the 6th grade. Right On Vibe™. Lol thank you for this. Feeling inspired to write another poem
Brilliant!! ♥️
Where do I post the poem?!!! Help!!
I saw my ex at the filling station yesterday
Clothed in finery
His pungent bitterness disguised as Calvin Klein’s scent
He tried to scorn me into grounded shame….. as usual
But I stood proudly to let him see what I have become
I am all woman now
A beautiful goddess who walks upon earth
I am fine whiskey
A comfort to the lonely on a cold journey
I am good wishes
An answer to someone’s hope and prayers
I am cute wisteria
Lovely and enough for me
I am earned wisdom
Life has taught me greatly
And I am a warrior
My scars are proudly displayed from battles won
I tell him
This is who I am
And you can never be Calvin Klein
The Dust Speaks
Our Holy God above is named The Great I Am;
So, who am I, but bit of dust, to compare to Calvary’s Lamb?
Truly, I am only dust, given life by Him;
But what a blessed life I have, as He falls fresh within!
I am a sorry, sin-filled soul, washed clean by Calvary’s blood–
The thought of how He suffered, as it flowed just like a flood,
Is one that makes me stand in awe, almost in disbelief,
But Love that He showed forth that day, brought dusty souls relief.
I am sent to tell the world of His great love for us.
To tell of His forgiveness, of sin that rots and rusts
The very bone and marrow that make our frame within,
Then washes us with grace, given undeserved by Him.
I am a slave to Heaven’s jewel–My Master loves me so!
I pray there’s nothing He would ever ask, with answer, “No!”
For just as dust is scattered, when cleaning chores are done,
He can scatter me wherever sinful souls need won.
I am a student of His Word; it fills my mind each day.
To feel Him walk beside me, jolts my step to one with sway.
To read the Word, and learn of love the Father gives to all,
I am blessed each day, humbly leading this dust ball.