A day in the life of. . .

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    THIS IS A CHALLENGE!!!

    I got this idea from a game I played

    RULES:
    1-Write me a poem about ONE day in somebody's life
    2-The person and their day can be fictional, but don't make it noticeable.
    3-No expilcit/drug poems please.
    4-Does not need to rhyme
    5-One poem per person

    EXTRA CHALLANGE:
    Make this an ordinary day in somebody's life told in sombody else's point of view. The skill of the poet will take it to the next level.

    PRIZES:
    1st-,Favorite author,10 comments
    2nd-One poem under favorites, 5 comments
    3rd-3 comments

    EXAMPLE:
    Watching

    I watched a normal woman once
    she seemed stressed, tired, and distant
    Drop off the kids, with no time to say
    I love, stay safe at school

    She sped away in a new SUV
    No rhyme or reason about her life
    Busying her day with work, and stress
    worrying about the time

    But when her day was over,
    the kids safe and sound in bed,
    she went to her loving husband saying
    "Thank you for choosing me"

    That's when I knew that no matter
    what life throughs out at you
    At the end of the day, what matters most
    is the time that's spent in happiness

  • Good Enough
    14 years ago

    Whts the deadline?

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    No Deadline yet.

  • dollwithafrown
    14 years ago

    I love this idea. :) I'll definitely try to write one.

  • dollwithafrown
    14 years ago

    A Day in the Life of Cancer Boy
    by dollwithafrown

    Young boy sitting small
    in the corner of the room,
    paper skin and ruby eyes
    tell of a life that'll end too soon.
    Breakfast time, always the worst;
    the porridge looks like shit!
    You're not allowed to leave 'til 10,
    so all you can do is sit.

    Daddy doesn't arrive
    at lunchtime anymore;
    seeing you frail and broken
    became too hard a chore.
    You feel like Mummy's forgotton
    she has a little boy,
    Little Brother's taken over
    as the son who brings her joy.

    By dinner time you're puking;
    chemo making you sick again.
    Will this sad song ever end?
    You lay on your bed and wonder when.
    I visit before bedtime
    with a few words to say
    and see a smile on your face
    for the first time that day.

    I tuck you in real quickly,
    but the nurse ushers me away,
    and I kneel down beside my bed,
    clasp my hands and pray.
    "Please God, bring him laughter,
    he needs a life he can enjoy."
    and I go to sleep dreaming
    of my favourite cancer boy.

  • Good Enough
    14 years ago

    Ima try and write one :)

  • Avrii Monrielle
    14 years ago

    Fictionally, I imagine the thoughts of someone I care about... thinking of me.
    ------

    Kissing My Breath

    You wouldn't understand
    anything I say or do
    because I don't feel alright
    when I'm forced near you.

    You cannot ever realize
    the fear I go through
    trying to laugh, crack a joke
    feel your arm.

    You run from me.
    Turn away,
    I could make you smile
    and disappear.

    Freeze into a mannequin,
    empty, soul-less
    without you the world collapses
    into an ocean of blurry faces.

    I try to make you smile,
    but you run from me.
    I head to my classes,
    and you don't even look up.

    Spend two hours every day
    at your side, am ignored, mistreated,
    and yet I feel good when I'm with you.
    A drug, an intoxication, FREEZE

    Into a mannequin as I walk away,
    leaving my soul behind, hoping
    you'll pick up the pieces I've left
    and run forwards instead of back.

    I pass room 27
    my class
    and melt into the walls.
    Nobody finds the lost.

  • Krista
    14 years ago

    Secret Life of the Normal Teenager

    She wakes up every morning,
    praying something might go well,
    might give her a single chance.
    She fights through morning blues.

    You don't even know her name.

    She waits at the corner for the bus,
    toes digging into her worn shoes.
    Hair thrown over her blue eyes,
    eyeliner smeared underneath.

    You can't see her pain.

    Cat calls and rude names fly by,
    holding back unintended tears.
    Singing in choir, sleeping in biology,
    making her way through a normal day.

    She doesn't know how her life's about to change.

    She rushes from her French class,
    flying down the halls, hand over mouth.
    Making it to the bathroom just in time,
    cold porcelain supporting her cheek.

    You can't see her secret.

    She goes home, expecting the worst.
    At the age of fifteen, she isn't ready.
    A mistake, a party she can't remember--
    a life she didn't mean to create.

    She isn't ready.

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    Try to keep it about about a person

  • Hallo A Lilium
    14 years ago

    Title: Angel Of Heartbreaks Daily Life
    Written By: FeignOctober

    A beauty that basks in the suns fluorescent rays
    She hasn't noticed me watching her all these days
    A good Christian who reads the bible every night
    She lost that special person who made the wrongs right

    Her eyes seem so sad when they look right through
    Such a harsh face for someone who still has her youth
    I wish I could walk up to her and kiss her on the nose
    Or present the girl with a guy that holds a tender rose

    Those mornings when she starts to cry and hangs her head low
    It's an agony to see her and to know that she doesn't even know
    To stare into those eyes makes a sadness engulf my empty being
    I'm her angel of a husband that she never lost but won't be seeing.

    I hope this is alright. I used my imagination. The Husband who watches over his wife. His portray of her daily life without him.

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    These are really good

    Anybody else interested?

  • Poet on the Piano
    14 years ago

    I'm interested. I will get right on it!

  • Poet on the Piano
    14 years ago

    By the way, will the deadline be soon or not decided yet?

  • Wishmaster
    14 years ago

    I'm in

  • Wishmaster
    14 years ago

    The Door Home

    Looking over the moon
    An old man sees his fate
    He knows he'll go soon
    Not too long to wait

    Deep into the night
    A visitor lights the fire
    The man awakens to newfound light
    Keep to life is his desire

    The ship now empty
    Never to be brought a shore
    The old man, no longer be
    He walked into Death's door

  • Taylor
    14 years ago

    Live

    She's silent here
    After a year full of words
    One more day
    As she pushed towards the fall
    Wake Up, Get Dressed, Survive

    A massive house
    Flooded with ghosts of memories
    Long enough now
    For others to forget what she wouldn't
    Eat Lunch, Read Books, Survive

    Just another day
    Without hearing from old friends
    Car hasn't run
    From the minute she made it home
    Sit Outside, Walk Around, Survive

    Can't take it
    So she'll have to start over
    Today's the day
    To get away from old lies
    Start Engine, Drive Away, LIVE

  • Poet on the Piano
    14 years ago

    Finger Painting

    Kneeling on a brown stool, slouching slightly,
    Apple red curls bouncing off her blue dress.
    Deep green eyes jaunty, a heart so genial,
    Her tiny hands gingerly painting a masterpiece.

    Two fingers orange, three fingers purple,
    Creating divergent lines on cream paper.
    Glancing up to catch her teacher's eye,
    She receives a heartfelt smile of wonder.

    More fingers swim gleefully in the rainbow sea,
    Then find their way hastily back to dry land.
    Adding elaborate patterns one by one,
    Paint splashing and veering left and right.

    A lively laugh echoes through the classroom,
    Enlightening every ear that happens to hear it.
    For nothing could measure the amount of fun,
    She was experiencing through finger painting.

    Hands sticky, and face smeared with green paint,
    A satisfied sigh escapes from her shining lips.
    Wishing for the clock to just sit and stop,
    But alas, good times must come to an end.

    "A job well done," her teacher calls out,
    "What exuberant colors and creativity!"
    The little girl's heart soars many feet above,
    As she leaves her table, her head up high.

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    Hey keep the poems coming. I'm busy with work right now so when I get some time off I'll make a deadline then. Untill then this contest is still open.

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    Hello?????????

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    Not yet I don't have Time to Judge it

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    The Deadline for this contest will be July 10th. (Next Friday)

  • Spirit
    14 years ago

    WINNERS (by title)

    1st-Angle of Heartbreaks Daily Life
    2nd-A Day in the Life of a Cancer Boy
    3rd-Finger Painting(&)
    3rd-Secert Life of a Normal Teenager

    All winners please P.M. me with the titles
    of the poems that you want me to comment.

  • dollwithafrown
    14 years ago

    Thank you so much for placing my poem second. :) I've PM'd you.