Day 13 prompt:
Write a persona poem from the point of view of something you find in your closet. You get bonus points if you can guess what I am.
A persona poem is a poem written in first person from the point of view of an inanimate object or a person other than yourself. It may or may not rhyme—that’s completely up to you.
Poem from a Bedroom Closet
This gum has lost its flavor
This hole creates a draft
What is this? mud? or tar?
How did I get so trashed?
I’ve been feeling empty lately,
just lying about in the dark—
I used to get out, run and play
every day around the park
No one understands my tongue
My best friends are your roller skates
I miss the days when you were young
and you took me with you every place
Maybe you could ask your mom
if it wasn’t too much bother
to send me to another home
or give me to your little brother
The Long Lost Dress
ReplyDeleteMe, pick me, I don’t mean to be a pest,
but aren’t I the dress you like the best?
You bought me two years ago at the discount store
promising I’d fit with just a few pounds more.
I know, things happened, and your plans backfired,
So I’ve hung here two summers, feeling retired.
But you’ve done it, you’ve lost it, I fit you now.
So, put me on girl, and take a bow!
You go girl! Yay! Take a bow for the poem too! :)
DeleteI though I would be loved
ReplyDeletewhen I was opened on Christmas day.
But not once have I been touched
and it's almost May.
It's so dark in here.
And there's not much room to move.
Sometimes I shake with fear.
That I may never get to groove.
If you really want me.
Get me out to play.
That' what I want to see.
I just want to have my day.
"...and it's almost May." LOL Love it! Thanks for posting Cindy! :)
Deleteskeletonian
ReplyDeletetake or leave it as a posit
but i am the 'in' in your closet
when i get out i sing an inopportune
may consider me ancient
or under the current
but i am a maelstrom
a tempest typhoon
you may dismiss it down the drain
but i paint your indelible stain
two hundred and sixteen different ways
so gather effects affairs disorder
try to find a way south to the border
i am out to set your playhouse* ablaze
* with a nod to Ann Peebles via Paul Young
As ever, clever, clever! And what a great song! You rock (& roll). ;)
Deletethis was so much fun!
ReplyDeleteI Want to be Used
I sit upon your closet floor,
A tad bit nearer to the back.
I face away from the door,
Buried deep under a stack.
I was used once upon a time,
When you needed to be grand.
I understand I'm not your style,
But this is getting out of hand.
If you don't want to use me,
Why was I purchased at all?
I want to be used! That's it!
I hate sitting against the wall!
Forgive me, I lost my temper,
I didn't mean to raise my voice.
But it would be so amazing,
If I was always your first choice.
A purse needs to be carried,
It's the reason I was designed.
If I don't fulfill my purpose,
Then I won't feel at all aligned.
You aren't an un-used purse,
So you don't know what it's like;
But if you don't start using me,
I think I will go on a strike!
:D hope you all liked it!
I love it! :D "You aren't an un-used purse, so you don't know what it's like..." ROFL You're the best, KayWay! :)
DeleteTeddy Bear
ReplyDeleteIn this empty closet
I'm in a box of toys.
Once, a long, long time ago
I was played with by boys.
I'm very, very fuzzy
With two brown ears and tail.
No one ever hears me,
Not even one litlle wail.
Aw, poor teddy! You made me want to snuggle him. :) Really fun poem! Thanks for posting!
DeleteThis is Ray-Fay!! Hope you like it!!
ReplyDeleteEvery time you open the door
I always jump from my core.
The thought of you using me
isn't always clear to me.
The first thing I do,
before I get a clue,
is look up and down you
to make sure I complement you.
Those days don't come often,
perhaps you can't see through my coffin,
but I'm your least favorite pair of shoes
but you wouldn't have a clue.
hahaha! Shoes looking you "up and down" - fantastic image! Great work Ray-Fay! :)
DeleteThe Acrimonious Arachnid
ReplyDeleteLurking in your closet,
Waiting for something to bite,
By day I dream of ghastly snacks
I hunt for late at night.
No need to straighten up your room,
I'm happy living here.
Although I'm not too worried;
You clean but once once a year.
As a hairy, three-inch spider,
I have just one small fear:
Just think of what might happen
If your mother found me here!
This is terrific! Love the punchline!
DeleteFun! Your persona poetry challenges are my favorite. They seem to inspire the most creativity in your students.
ReplyDeleteForgotten Splendor
ReplyDeleteHello there, remember me?
I sparkle,I shine!
I used to make you look so fine.
I haven't been displayed in so many years,
I miss all those accolades and cheers!
Why don't you admire me anymore?
Did I become a glamorous bore?
Look at me, I'm still lovely and bright!
So what if I'm a little too tight.
Come on, remember how it felt.
I made you look so beautiful, and svelte!
That's it, don't be shy!
Just one arm and then the other!
Rip,tear, OUCH! ....Oh, bother.
K.Browning
Andrea,you're an old pair of sneakers. No offense.
ROFL! You win the best rhyme award - felt, svelte! Perfection! Love the end -- oh, bother! And I am quite old and stinky sometimes. LOL
DeleteIs that what your poem was about? Old sneakers in the closet?
DeleteYep! :)
DeleteVery delightful fun to read. Thanks.
ReplyDeletePriority Mail
ReplyDeleteI wore the family name with pride,
Scrawled in pen upon my side.
They shipped me here,
You ripped me up,
Then left me for a year
You may not need this picture frame,
But please take it all the same.
I'm stored away,
I'm bored, but please,
Don't throw me out, okay?
LOL! Good work, kiddo! And I won't ask you to clean your room...
DeleteAndrea, my feature of your blog is live! I think you'll like how I used your closet prompt today.
ReplyDeleteHey, any chance of you mentioning my blog in your blog some time and putting up a link? If you don't want to, no problem.
Thanks for letting me feature!
Here's a link to make it easy for you to get to: blog feature. Waiting for your day 14 prompt!
DeleteThanks again, Vince! I left a comment over in your neighborhood. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou look at me ans smile
ReplyDeleteI am your favorite pair
We have walked together for miles
It really isn't fair
To the other shoes, they feel abandoned
Wondering when they'll be worn
Wishing to be shot through a cannon
To escape all the scorn
That I decide to give them
They are green with envy, kinda like me
Though not as good looking as me like a gem
Even though they hope, they'll never be
Chosen to be worn this time
Of course you will go for me, so green
Wait! Don't grab those shoes! That's a crime!
Why? How could you be so mean?
-Emily :)