Freeform Workshop

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  • Rookie Michael Pacholski (4/28/2007 3:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    This is called 'Freeform Workshop'. What I figured I'd see was suggestions/assignments/challenges and poetic exercises. Not quite getting that so I'll start a challenge for anyone willing to pick up.

    1) Write down five incomplete phrases of between four to six words each. They don't have to be the first ones that come to mind, but you shouldn't take more than ten minutes. By 'incomplete' I mean that the phrase cannot form a complete idea or sentence.

    2) Once you've chosen the five phrases, you can begin writing the poem. All five phrases must be included in the poem.

    3) Once you have written a word, that word cannot be edited or deleted (exceptions are mistakes in punctuation and typos) . But you cannot go back and change a word, nor can you go back and add words.

    4) Same goes for individual lines. Once they have been written, they cannot be deleted, moved, or changed in any way. Once two consecutive lines have been written, you cannot go back to add anything between them.

    There's a peculiar form of Japanese fine art where, once the artist applies the brush to canvas, they cannot go back and change because the act of lifting and moving the brush back damages the canvas. I do this once in a while after I've edited a poem into oblivion. When Miles Davis Quintet was recording 'Kind Of Blue' Miles'd come in with these barely sketched out phrases and he'd ask the band to play and improvise, keep going and see what they could come up with.

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  • Rookie Courtney Hibbard (4/23/2007 10:17:00 PM) Post reply

    I WISH

    I wish could see your eyes and your smile everyday,

    I wish I could hear you laugh everyday,

    I wish I could feel your arms around mine everyday,

    I wish I could talk to you everyday,

    I wish I could smell your sweet smell everyday,

    I wish that that would happen everyday.

    I hope I’ll see you tomorrow,

    I hope I’ll see you next week,

    I hope I’ll see you next month,

    I hope I’ll see you next year,

    I hope I’ll see you in a decade,

    I hope I’ll see you in a century,

    I hope I’ll see you everyday.

    I’m afraid that my wishes won’t come true,

    I’m afraid I won’t see you,

    Or hear you,

    Or feel you,

    Or talk to you,

    Or smell you,

    I’m afraid I won’t ever see you again.

    Then I realize,

    It’s up to you,

    You can smile,

    You can laugh,

    You can put your arms around mine,

    You can walk up to me and talk,

    And it’s up to me to decide if I want to see you,

    I can come by tomorrow,

    Or come see you next week,

    Or come by next month,

    Or come by next year,

    Or see you in a decade,

    Or even see you in a century,

    It’s up to me and you,

    And I want to see you forever!

  • Rookie Dylan Barker (4/6/2007 5:07:00 PM) Post reply

    Would you read poems by me? i would greatly appreciate it.

  • Rookie Robert Sierra (4/5/2007 12:17:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm in a canopy
    Of misery
    Repeating lines
    Of lonely rhymes
    But every word
    Seems so absurd
    So cliche
    In every way...

    This is the beginning to one of my poems, if you like it please contact me, I'm kinda new and I don't really know anyone

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    • Rookie Petra Creffield (4/22/2007 3:58:00 PM) Post reply

      i feel like i'n a walking cliche in every way.... hi welcome to poemhunter, it's kinda cool here P

  • Rookie Lucy Marskell (3/18/2007 9:40:00 AM) Post reply

    What if the sun were to die
    and all life withers?
    What if we somehow were
    still alive and all we
    do is shiver?

    ~~Check out my other poems if you like this one -
    if you don't have a nice day! ~~

  • Rookie A Zeitgeber (2/13/2007 6:19:00 PM) Post reply

    Ode to Kim

    Hot rod death poetry

    in the morning hour

    I seek to know you,

    It hurt down inside

    when I found out you lied

    you cant possibly know how I feel,

    So I'll shift into fourth

    release the clutch

    then let go of the wheel,

    Hot rod death poetry in the final hour, goodnight.....

  • Rookie A Zeitgeber (2/13/2007 6:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies


    Theres two cats that live in my house

    they shit in a box,

    I have a box of shit in

    my house

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  • Rookie A Zeitgeber (2/13/2007 5:57:00 PM) Post reply


    Remember that time when we were teenagers

    and we rode bareback

    out to the strawberry fields

    and stuffed our faces 'till we were almost sick,

    I recall it was foggy that day

    and when the sun finally broke through

    you turned and laughed and rode away

    as if you were never there to begin with.......

  • Rookie - 0 Points Karen Degnan-foiles (2/11/2007 10:59:00 PM) Post reply

    Endless Valentine

    My love for you is endless
    I say this with all my heart
    Please be my valentine
    For we will never part

  • Rookie - 0 Points Karen Degnan-foiles (2/11/2007 10:57:00 PM) Post reply

    To the Hero's who gave their lives that day...


    I remember I woke to the sound of chaos
    First I thought it was another bombing in Iraq
    Turned off the radio and turned on the news flash
    I couldn't believe there was an attack

    All those people caught in panic and terror
    When the first tower fell, I thought it was an error
    Then the second deflated like a bag of air
    But with the utmost costly despair

    All those people running for their lives
    I couldn't believe it, to see such demise
    Fear and disbelief running rampant
    An un-waking hideous nightmare of time

    The news cut in, and said the pentagon was hit
    Oh my god I thought, could this be it?
    I looked up to the skies as I drove to work
    I hear there's another plane, but it hit the earth

    They said it was headed for the Sears Tower
    I tried calling my husband, there weren't available towers
    I tried calling on my way to work
    My husband worked at the Sears Tower

    I arrived at work, I tried calling again
    What's happening? Why aren't you answering?
    Pacing the floor, tapping the phone
    Come on Honey, pick up the phone

    I felt guilty as hell because of where I sat
    He could have been Bin Laden's target
    When I heard they changed their route
    I rush came over me, and I let it all out

    Those brave souls on that plane made sure
    It would not reach the destination of horror
    Instead took their own lives
    To an certain deadly detour

    We finally spoke, I was overjoyed
    He was as scared as a little boy
    He said panic and hysteria filled the air
    He wanted to be home, it was all that mattered
    He said the train station was packed and scared
    People were jumping the tracks
    They were just looking to be safe
    The building was evacuated just in case

    But once on the train
    He said there was an eerie silence
    Someone had a radio
    That played the news of that day

    A sigh of relief as they drove further away
    No one on that train will forget that day
    They could have been the next to die that day
    And instead they go home and feel safe again

    I never felt so happy about a plane crashing
    But my husband, my life, my everything
    Was not going to die, at least not that day
    I thank the passengers that gave their lives that day

    They knew they would never
    See their families again
    They knew they were traveling
    As a human time bomb that day

    The parents, the wives, the sons and daughters
    Sisters and brothers, friends and lovers
    I pray for the families who lost their loved ones
    I cannot even imagine how they felt

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