Hey everyone. I've been in a creative writing class all this semester. These are a few of the poems I turned in for a grade. Let me know what you think.

Happy Eulogy Day
Hold the birthday cake.
Keep the presents unwrapped.
Don’t hang the streamers.
Send no flowers or balloons.
Don’t sing.
The cheery tune is unbearable.
Stop the surprise party.
“Happy Birthday” is more than
I can take.
Send me no cards
with pictures of monkeys wearing
pointy pink hats.
Don’t take me out for dinner.
The food will be tasteless and
gray.
Please don’t tell me to be happy.
Six years ago, this stopped being
the day I was born and became
the day he died.


Simplicity
My teddy bear was a fearsome warrior
who protected me from the monsters
under my bed.
My tooth would be carried off by a
pixie with a blue dress and
white wings and be replaced
by a dollar bill.
Mud was an ingredient for everything.
Trees were jungle gyms.
When I threw a rock, a Pikachu would
emerge.
The remote control was a microphone.
All gummy worms were “slimy yet satisfying.”
When there was a war between monsters
there were no casualties.


Conversation with a Caged Bird
I approached the fairly large, pink
metallic prison.
Inside was perched a white parakeet.
He greeted me with a hearty song.
“Why do you sing?” I asked him.
He cocked his head to the side and
answered, “What do you mean? I sing
because I want to.”
I could see he didn’t understand the
question, so I asked, “Why do you
sing when you are caged?”
He looked to his right and then to his left
before he replied, “Do you see anything else
to do in here?”


Free Cookies
I’m from the blue trailer
in the back of Worthington Road.
I’m from mud pies, weeping
willows and running outside
in my underwear.
I’m from T-shirts and
dirty blue jeans; from
an old shed that gave me
nightmares.
I’m from jumping off of the swing
just to run back and jump
again; from the jungle gym where
The boys would push me off
and say, “It’s okay to push you,
you’re not a girl.”
I’m from pudding cups, beanie babies
and Beatrix Potter; from
The Prince of Egypt and Joseph
King of Dreams.
I’m from the Game Boy color
and Play Station.
I’m from leaving the house
at 2:00 and not returning
‘til 6:00.
I’m from beating the other kids to
the free cookies at the Kroger
of my childhood.
Even now when I visit that Kroger,
I look for the free cookies.
They usually aren’t there, but one day
I found one. A single one.
I picked it from the box, broke it
in half
and give it to my sisters.

XxChaosxX :

Thank you very much for sharing this.

I cant decipher it...

Happy Eulogy Day... Loss and Misconception's?
Simplicity... Comfort and Lie's?
Conversation with a Caged Bird... Knowledge / Wisdom?
Free Cookies... Selflessness and Hardship?

I understand that this is very much just for fun- but it feels like it is relating to the same thing in all of them (que obvious answer that I'm too stupid to see)... I would like to know what it is...

Anyway I like it- this is the kind of stuff that you can day-dream on.

They don't rhyme, but they don't have to cause they rock. Nice. You should like hang those up and make a collection and show your kids later, like hey sucka bet you ain't this creative, and show them a little inspiring tough love. XD

On3On : Naw. These poems aren't anything all that deep.

Happy Eulogy Day: My grandpa really did die on my birthday and that's what this stems from. I unofficially changed the date of my birthday because of it.

Simplicity: I wrote this one because of my favorite movie Citizen Kane. The movie is symbolic of a man who gained riches beyond all measure, but the only happy times in his life were when he was a child playing with his sled. Simplicity takes the reader back to childhood where everything was simple.

Conversation with a Caged Bird: It's actually a satire of the old phrase "Why does the caged bird sing."

Free Cookies: A true story from beginning to end. It's about me growing up.

XxChaosxX :
It is wrong of me to ask such question's... Sorry to hear that- I never got to know my grandfather's either, but I never got bullied...
Anyway good to know you. Peace.

On3On : Hey don't worry about it.

I wouldn't have put these poems up if I didn't want people to know what they were about. I'm just glad you enjoyed them.

XxChaosxX : Ok- it is just that sometimes it is too easy to say thing's the wrong way...

Anyway how long have you had these poem's? They were obviously not written in the same day (or were they?), but how long did these take you?
It's a shame that this kind of literature isn't seen more in mainstream media...

[ I might not be able to go online for couple of day's- so apologies in advanced if I don't reply anytime soon. ]

I enjoyed reading through them... you did quite a nice job!

I personally don't possess the ability to write poetry that I can feel pride in claiming as my own

On3On : I just wrote them this semester and I wrote them over the course of a week. I had them reviewed and I revised them twice before I put them up on this thread. So I'd say I've had them for about 2-3 months.