Best Exclamation Poems
Proving a point! An exaggerated ending
I see - I am drawing conclusions
An overstatement! Influential indeed
An extravagant means of spreading viewpoint
Ah! I write - I use it to exclaim
I end my proven thoughts with ability
Drawing attention to the written word
I see - you see ! You get the message I am sending
May it be imagery or reality , let there be reasons
With culture and thus cultivate the weed
Again with creation , a proven value and point
I write - we write - exclamation we claim
Gliding with the pen , word after word with agility
Fine motor skill development - and with an IQ
A beauty of language and never too absurd
Writing beauty with exclamation
I must say ! Complex for you still
I see the wisdom! Do you see the point?
Picturesque ! Vocabulary at its best
Again I proclaim the mental images
Astounding! To be exclamatory
And I thus, I see! my visions clear
My exclamation point! very clearly dear
When I read - I then seek the truth
Looking for the point - I still draw conclusion
That the exclamation therefore beauteous it may be
Not only proved a point! It may stupify me
And I know you are in there in your head
Truly listening to what is said?
He nods - she winks - I guess its true
The beauty of exclamation is really becoming of you
And I see imagery - I see rhythm
We teach - you listen - you write the words
And punctuate - I still amazed
That it will astound you too - silence is golden
You learned - the exclamation at its best
Sometimes may be used with some degree of protest
And in your expressions this I see, it stimulates
And indeed - with beauty it articulates
Wow! The point when used in prose
The words are brilliant and the point then rose.
Categories:
exclamation, humorous,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Liberty Bell, cracked and muted after the war
Apostrophe after every catastrophe under par
Homerun in the Long March of Second War
Coins on cairns of foes and heroes in jar
An exclamation point in war under par.
Categories:
exclamation, bereavement, grief, march, people,
Form:
Limerick
Banana tree here! Bwana quick sit with me
Come sit with me friend for a spell
These damn tsetse flies are all out for our blood
By now we all know them quite well!
In African village we no got de fence
But when you share shade of my tree
I find even though conversation may lag
Still half flies bite you and not me.
Possessions I have really don’t matter much
You need what I have just please take
For most of the food that I need grows on trees
To own stuff just leads to heartache.
It’s true that I may never purchase a car,
I also have no place to go
And why should I want to spend money on gas?
Bananas are fruitful you know!
And why in the world would I want a TV,
You think I don’t know how to talk?
A box that is filled with bright colors and noise
Whose predators my wallet stalk?
Some people think God is the friend of the white,
But I know that’s simply not true!
A white skin is simply God’s mark upon Cain (2)
Explains why white souls are all blue.
Brian Johnston
November 20, 2014
Poet’s Note:
(1) Bwana is a Swahili word for Sir.
(2) When I was in college living in off-campus housing in the 1960's, the University of OK decided to interview the landlords of off-campus housing units to see if non-white students were being discriminated against in this market. I happen to be home when they interviewed my landlord. She basically refused to honestly answer the questions asked by the students conducting the interviews and then after they left confided in me that she found it hard to believe that anyone could doubt that a 'black skin' was the curse put on Cain's decedents after he murdered his brother Able. I was shocked into silence. Most of OU's fraternities and sororities banned blacks as well in those times.
Categories:
exclamation, humor, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
Life's
Tempo
Airy
Note
Sing
Blasts
Fervor
Wee
Hour
Here
To
Lend
Joy
Categories:
exclamation, appreciation, life,
Form:
Concrete
The landmark was given the name
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed
like my body stayed in Mark's trustworthy arms.
Our eyes simultaneously met
the first "asterisk" set in the sky, shining brightly.
"Make a wish," he whispered softly,
"and close your eyes tightly."
When I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee!
The "question Mark" asked next
was actually my silent request!
He pulled the "asterisk" from the sky,
and lovestruck eye to eye,
he gently slid it on my consenting finger.
Then suddenly swans graced the stage
like a princess rescue in a storybook page.
We agreed to continue our courtship that day
the "semicolon"ial biblical way.
How difficult it was that magical night,
amidst the "ellipsis" Little Dipper kite,
but we wanted to honor our great Creator.
A longing "period" of three months later,
down a driftwood isle along the same sand
our "carets" met "ampersand" hand-in-hand.
4/19/19
Categories:
exclamation, blessing, engagement, innocence, love,
Form:
Free verse
It's relatively a slow process.
A thought builds upon anticipation.
Thanks to the nostalgia ingrained by Disney.
Musically the songs are different.
Granted the press of a thumb.
Spotify, Pandora.
An assortment of different streams all profoundly deep.
Separately, the adaptation is the same.
Boy meets girl.
Eyes go on vacation.
Suddenly we're dressed in leisure.
Beautiful sights ingested by the brochures of a hotel lobby.
Just yesterday none of this seemed possible.
Everything crowed into the bends of a folded booklet.
Lost in the sensation of influential taste.
This was my outlook.
A yesterday morning spent in the hotel lobby of my own interest.
I am in sense booking my own fear.
This slow process that begins it's advance.
A millennium that begins a couple seconds past twelve.
She was the art visually spread across the brochure.
With arms wide open I fell in.
Speeding up this process ever slightly.
I still a consumer at best.
Her being the best vacation I ever been.
I am in sense booking my own fear.
Her love.
Further more exploring the secret of her parenthesis
Categories:
exclamation, black african american, crush,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond the exclamation point there is a silence In the center of my heart A no fly zone that disavows all things but light And the awesome grace of God
Categories:
exclamation, truth,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Exclamation marks rile up and excite Mrs. Ex.
She teaches seventh grade English and always suspects….
We are overdoing it when we use even on.
So I throw them in my paragraphs to have some fun.
She says they should be rare and exclusive to execute.
Her ideas are not mine, they simply do not compute.
Loving these fine exclamation marks, I make with my pen,
But she grades my papers, so a huge pickle I am in.
She says, “Please use them sparingly! Better yet, not at all.”
But what if I see a gigantic man-eating woman sixty feet tall?
Or a monster devouring a grade school and a shopping mall?
Mrs. Ex stares at me, in a kind of weird wordless stall.
What if you only used this mark once a day? She suggests.
Her suggestion annoys me, my pa and all of our guests.
Of course, new exclamation marks are all over the things that I write.
Infuriating out of Mrs. Ex, who ran away from her job last Tuesday night.
Categories:
exclamation, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I am flying
I am screaming over the world with a light heart
Eternity just seems inadequate tonight
Just lying here so unaware of everything
This is so much more than nothing
These stars came out just for us
I can't think of anything other than you here with me
Categories:
exclamation, art, friendship, inspirational, love,
Form:
We were strapped in ready for take-off,
the engines churning around us.
We'd longed for this moment,
but when it came we were scared rigid,
wondering if we'd survive.
"Countdown to take-off!" the captain roared.
Gritting our teeth we made ready.
pushed hard into our seatbacks with stomachs
turning cartwheels we were off at last!
bright lights and bogus noises
surging from under the blankets.
There was a wobble and a whistle,
the signals to burst out at warp speed.
Our bodies felt the rush, the rumble
and finally the jolt of the touch down.
"Look out the peephole! We're on the moon!"
the captain cried. And sure enough, we weren't
in Kansas anymore. The moonscape was
strangely full of familiar looking objects,
Grandma's afghan flowing like a river,
what looked like the pillows
from Jimmy's bed, crumpled like space debris,
and my school project, a volcano
puffing out baking powder.
Yep, this was the moon alright.
"Imaginations still intact!" Jimmy yelled,
"but how are we gonna get home?"
Categories:
exclamation, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
!, !... !(!)
Not in title'd
her **** fell flat
Jan's great title
lacked impact
I've got blue ****
so matter of fact
no choice but to shout it
BLUE **** IN ALL CAPS
Categories:
exclamation, appreciation, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
“Oh Romeo”, “yes, my sweet Juliet”
This love I believe,
Is nothing but fiction, nothing but a dream.
Pray show me a love
Untainted by pain
That time’s wretched hands haven’t touched
And filled with lies, adultery and pure hate
Love sick mates
Sweet nothings and French kisses on the streets
So sickly in love.
So obliviously insane
How long does it last, how long will love stay
I’ll tell you how long, till love dreams some other dream,
Of enthralling beauty and a new found craze.
Then comes so dramatically
Cursing and hating
Accompanied so innocently with kicking and screaming.
Such music to thy ears, such music do thou loved ones speak
Suddenly “it’s gone, no spark do I feel “
And in this do tell me does love just run away.
Weak, I say, is how love leaves you. Weak and distraught, and with nothing left but
pain
And the reason we find
Such a thing may die
Is not but long legs or a wickedly pleasing smile
Like hunters they prowl
The crowd for their next score
To boast of wildly among all their friends
Who deep inside they all know are their foes
So fall deeply in love
But a warning beware
Of liars and lovers
Who cannot help but stare
For time it seems is a sinister being
It walks in all happy
And leaves you bloody,kicking and screaming.
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Categories:
exclamation, angst, introspection, lost love,
Form:
?/!
Why?
What for?
Please explain,
Tell me more.
Why now?
What’s changed?
How did it happen?
Who’s to blame?
What did I do?
Where’ve you gone?
Why can’t we talk?
Are we really done?
I don’t understand,
Nothing seemed wrong!
Why’s she not here?
Am I really alone?
What should I do?
Where can I go?
I hate this shell
That once was home.
I’ll eat too much!
I’ll have a drink!
I’ll watch T.V.!
Try not to think!
I’ll wander around!
Ignore my friends!
I’ll hide away!
‘Til this all ends.
I’ll play with the cat!
I’ll fix the car!
Maintain the garden!
Re-stock the bar!
I’ll tidy the house!
I’ll write a poem!
I’ll paint the walls!
Where the hell am I going?
I’ll go for a walk!
I’ll go to the pub!
I’ll get more desperate,
Take some drugs!
I’ll dance all night!
Patronise clubs!
I’ll do too much!
I’ll give up drugs!
I’ll get along!
I’ll be fine!
I’ll be OK!
Just give it time!
I’ll get a new job!
I’ll change my life!
I’ll do something new!
Who needs a wife?
I’ll walk to the park!
Enjoy the trees!
I’ll contemplate!
I’ll do as I please!
I’ll get out of the house!
I’ll visit some friends!
Apologise!
I’ll make amends!
I’ll invite them around!
I’ll make some food!
Re-acquaint!
But not intrude!
I’ll do it again!
And again! And again!
Restart my life!
It’s good to have friends!
The house is a mess!
The cars off the road!
The gardens a state!
The cats ignored!
I’m really happy!
I’ve lots to do!
I’m bouncing along!
I’ve found someone new!
Why?
Categories:
exclamation, confusion, feelings, hurt, lost
Form:
Rhyme
It is a week before Christmas,
And I recline in my desk blue chair;
Bursting with words
That matter to you,
And hoping that that’s very fair.
For I know that you have your moods, too,
I hope that your girlfriend (or “boy--”) cares
And gives you the gift
That speaks “I Do,”
Then away flies your “Life is unfair!”
Where kisses are free, and you save one for me,
I’d love to taste some of that honey,
Then Christmas would be sweet,
And the sun for you peek,
I’ll remember then it’s not all about money.
Categories:
exclamation, christmas, humor,
Form:
Quintilla
Die twice exclamation mark.
Torment signaled basilisk
farce.
Die twice rolled,
freezing my snake eyes!
What a Soul you have!
And all your body a slit in
my perception,
a cut to deepen my ignorance
of what little I see of you.
Better I get a taste
than swallow you whole.
Categories:
exclamation, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse