Random autobiography poem

I am not yet buried in paper. What follows are the results of my labor. I was unexpected, a surprise, my mother says, not a mistake. In the fourth grade, I heard Elton John and my life changed. My heart broke the first time in the sixth grade. Once, I was blind, bandaged after an eye surgery and for one year only I wore glasses. It was my birthday.

The woman who would be my wife was driving. Home » Poems » Short Poems » Autobiography. Part of Life lifelong friendship vow grabbed autobiography found just a mention Read More. Haiku Autobiography A laughing wolf stares at sheep that do not gather they are dangerous Following your intuition, turn, behold, a new direction An Autobiography She scribbles on the sands a shipwrecked autobiography Pet's Autobiography Pet's Autobiography I don't mean to be rude: To adore gods is good, To adore dogs is better- So, let me off the fetter!

Rosa Parks Rosa took a stand by taking a seat : making a strong point with dignity sweet :D [I read her autobiography for Black History Month; always admired her, but a big fan of her now!

Random autobiography poem

Autobiography of a Starving Poet Can we just get gw to write real poetry instead of all that over-politicized trash Well frankly, my friends, 'frilly poetry's' nearly starved me to death so, here's another piece of trash with my very last breath The Encyclopedia of You I am reading your autobiography, the encyclopedia of you yet I remain a student of your sclera a pupil of your pupils a Vincent of your irises An excerpt from the poem "A Strange Galaxy" submitted to the Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest Today's date: 16 Nov Autobiography of a Playwright I was once an actor, But the lawyer came.

It was sold to a person whose beauty struck me with awe. What was once everything I had and everything I craved. Now remains a memory and something slipped away. Five months broken by a spiteful sudden stall. I used to want to want surround myself by people to feel a part of something real. I want to be on my own and just do me right; no matter how scared I may get.

But that we as the living and part of something greater have to hold on to the promises our hearts make; and the all of what we have experienced to guide ourselves and others along the way that are one the same road towards the same gurney of patience. Login or register to post a comment. Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.

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