I feel sick (A list poem)

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I feel sick because I have a fever,
do I need to see the doctor the day after?

I feel sick because my throat hurts,
I shouldn't have eaten too much chocolates and desserts.

I feel sick because of body malaise,
geez don't ask me what that means mate.

I feel sick because I am cranky,
or was it because I'm cranky I feel sick and lousy?

I feel sick because I have this rash,
oh my a new symptom, I dare not ask.

I feel sick but I'll stop complaining,
because with some rest I'll be up and running.

I feel sick, but now I'm okay,
because you'll stay by my side for a perfectly whole day.

I feel sick, but now I'll sleep,
knowing you're on the sofa, near me to keep.

I feel sick, but never again,
shall I make you worry about me my friend.

My selfish desire to keep you near,
will not be the cause of your panic and fear.

I feel sick no more.



This is an example of a list poem

1) The writer is telling you something--pointing something out--saying, "Look at this," or, "Think about this."
2) There's a beginning and end to it, like in a story.
3) The list is arranged with stylistic consistency and the words are arranged to create a parallel structure.

Another definition of a list poem

A poem that is made up of a list of items or events. It can be any length and rhymed or unrhymed.

Are you ready to make your own list poem?

The Night Duty

Taken with permission from jerb's flickr account

It was 4am, but patients at the ER (Emergency Room) were still a handful. This was the first time that Madeline volunteered at a referral hospital. The cases ranged from gunshot wounds, heart attacks, stokes, and vehicular accidents. She patiently tended to each one of them.

Every gentle touch eased the agony and pain from each of those patients. Her voice was soothing, her eyes reflecting the fond memories of patients she had generously nurtured within her wings. These evoked a serene countenance on her face. Although her green scrub suit was dirty with blood and sweat, her form blended well in the chaos of the bustling ER.

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Haiku: City tour

Train ride

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Contradicting scenes,

shanties and mansions in view.

This ride shows the truth.

Hitchhiking

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Hitchiking in vain,

heat radiates on my skin.

Nimbus cloud passed by

On finding your way

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Landmarks were mixed up,

confused in a fray of streets.

Bystanders helped out.

Taken with permission from deyedoctor's flickr account

Parade of statues

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On historic streets ,

frozen prisons - ancient times.

Snapshots in frenzy.

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Filipino poem "Sinta kong tren"

A Hermit's Reward

Taken with permission from jerb's flickr account

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The hermit on a hill spend days just "to be,"
mingled in a mirror that time and space scribbled.
A barren gift of sweet filled candies,
rewards received from prisoned warmth unshackled.

Luminous lights of halogen fireflies amuse,
silly thoughts of impulsiveness to write.
Clear and infinite kaleidoscope ruse,
often seen stolen from a cold rainy night.

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Malicious Appetite

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In dark alleys, they lurk,
like baits for hungry fishes.
Beautiful, alluring, and provocative,
you can't help but stare.

From a lustful craving, you come.
Borne upon a titillating desire.

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Random Haiku made while working

Taken with permission from jerb's flickr account

Leaves
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Playing like ribbons,
floating in air - like bubbles.
Dried leaves of summer.

Afternoon heat
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Grains of liquid salt,
stick to newly ironed suits.
Streets melt in the sun.

Siesta
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Lazy sticky lids,
on a fat atrocious pig.
Afternoon stood still.

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Train Heart

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A fond memory of a recent past,
I spoke to you again.
This queue of faceless crowds,
bewildered, but not forgotten.

You took me to my school,
to my date, and to my gimmicks.
Your rustling metal wheels,
helped me silently think.

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