Personify an Object

Write a poem or story from the perspective of something in the room. Imagine you are that object and try to use all of your senses to describe your world.

I am bright and shiny
For my place I am large
But in the surrounding I am tiny
I might look ridiculous but for my owner‘s heart
I am the hope of life
People doesn’t take me seriously even women
Who dress me all the time
But in ridab’s heart… I
Represent a loyal friend
With a caring love

who I am?

What am I?

BLOOD BLOOD
BLOOD,
Surrounded by
blood.
Red liquid
covering my body,
I’m only used
when people are naughty.
Used once
and thrown away at the nearest bin,
Today I was
placed at a child’s chin.
Deserted,
alone and unappreciated,
Dissociated and even violated.
No worries,
I am used to living a crucial life,
Despite that,
I wish someday I will find a wife.

People Love me

People love me! With me they’re never bored! I’ll play
music for you, start a game, store you’re favorite books, open you’re emails,
play a movie, and so many other things. You don’t have to carry heavy books nor
a heavy laptop anymore. I’m so light you’ll forget that you are carrying me.
You can use me as a Television, a Computer, a stereo, a photo viewer, a camera
or even a book library. I’m thin and wide.
Some people think that I’m boring and useless, or a big version of an
iPod! Trust me these people know nothing about technology. If you’re a
technology geek you’ll love programming applications for me. Speaking of
application, I own an application store that me and by younger brothers share.
We have so many applications that make us more interesting and you can find the
application that fits your needs and interests.

I cover everything here

Light shines on me

Instead of the people

I watch them from here

Unaware of my presence

Each of my squares like eyes that never blink

Everywhere the same

cold, grey-white sea of sight

I see everything

look up and know me

iSing, not dance.
Die,
but you can revive me.
Carry books, pictures,
nothing is too heavy!
Playful child, informed seer.
Addictive friend!
Confide in me, no one will ever know.
You'll miss me when iAm not around.

Write a Cinquain.

Write a cinquain, a poem in which each line contains the following number of syllables:
2
4
6
8
2

Write a butterfly cinquain:
2
4
6
8
2
8
6
4

For a variation on this form, use number of words per line instead of syllables.

Moment,
sudden light flash,
digits on a screen alive
holding within: places, faces, moments
past years.

Without

your voice, I must

remember what you love,

what you thought of the rain falling,

often.

What you do in the long hours

will be stories you tell

in the evening

return.

What‘s in my closet

Dresses for summer
Trousers that covered by new ones
Shirts that I wear in home and while washing my cars
Skirts of deferent length
Draft of memories
Dried flowers
Perfumes that I bought and was gifted as a birthday presents
Accessories inspired by gipsy
Colorful chiffon Scarves
Lipsticks which I never wear
Signed shirt by best friends
Pencils
And everything I want to hide….

List Poems

Write a list poem.

Things that are bother me

by Ridab Hamid

Gossips on this and that

Little noise as sounds of rats

Battery by a love who thought you will never leave

Back stepping of a friend like

Promises that will never kept

Destiny that never changed by choices

Dishonesty in feelings

Failure in achieving your dreams

Losing my properties

Pulling a rag from underneath my feet

Getting nothing except disappointing

People nowadays who lost every sense of humanity

Jealousy of girls on silly things

Greed y people who never says it’s enough

Getting noses in my business

Missing a true value of life

What's in your Bag?

by Kholoud

What in your Bag?
Purple with silver Northwestern Pen
Purple Marker
Black GIVENCHY Wallet
Flower bomb by Viktor Rolf
A pink Lipstick
Black Lancôme Mascara
Eyeliner
D&G, Sunglasses
Gold, Chanel Nail polish
Yellow kind of like a bracelet Flash
I love the ABP pin
And, all the other mysteries in the world

Things that bother me

by Monireh Ghaedi

 War

kids crying

Heart broken

Loneliness

Old mother looking out for someone

Earthquakes

Death

Hopelessness

Defeat

Violence

End of the world

Love someonewho doesn’t love you

The mother buries her child because of hunger

Hate some one who doesn’t love you

The child has cancer and write a letter for God

what's on the ABP floor

by Bob Marcacci

dust
blue blue blue
black dots and lines
strings & lost threads
a pencil stub
a paper clip
grey circular AC vents
brown planters the color of terra cotta
a balled up gum wrapper
the black hems of abayas
a pink sheet of lost homework
wires wrapped in transluscent packing material
a red cough drop
white eraser residue
a clear water bottle
shoes
prayer rugs
small stones & powerstrips
a torn scrap of paper
black casters & chair legs
plaster from the chipped corner of the wall
a stain
glitter