Best Supersensitive Poems
Sweetest 5th Grade BoySweetest child in the school
5th grade
Giant puppy
If you said the sweetest kid ever
I could name him
And I would
Cry Cry Cry
I feel horrible.
Bring him to my office
Who hurt him?
What did they say?
What did they do?
In Mama Bear mode
I am going to take no prisoners
They can lie...
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Categories:
supersensitive, anti bullying, bullying, school,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Ode To Squid, Yours Blue MajestyThe extraterrestrial guest and sovereign of blue bloods
and son of the most reverent ancient tribe and octopus’s cousin
you have been setting on emperor’s throne
from early Silur
in yours great ocean capital Ur
since 400 million years ago,
presenting for future
the jet propulsion engine,
you...
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Categories:
supersensitive, nature, planet, universe,
Form:
Ode
DragonflyJet,
yeas, it is mean clearly full ahead,
helicopter,
well, another oddly iron Robocopter.
But look for dragonfly
for his camouflaged flying
when he chased the flies and mosquitoes
and others supersensitive and artful pilots.
He is moved absolutely disorderedly
and unexplainable,
full ahead and full back
and topsy-torvy,
with instant accelerating
and the same deceleration,
from great speed
to...
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Categories:
supersensitive, nature,
Form:
Verse
Meeting the MimeA mime is supersensitive
He hears things others miss
He observes subtle nuances
I watched this one
He seemed to be on our wavelength
He communicated with us better than speakers often do
I watched him turn his face slightly
Whatever he seemed to be hearing was apparently a clue
We were happy...
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Categories:
supersensitive, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Mama Excuses Her ChadHe has not been feeling well his mother said, excusing four-year-old Chad.
He has asthma, she said at five,
he did not mean to shove the child off the slide.
He has headaches she said when he turned six,
and another child is sent to the hospital.
He...
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Categories:
supersensitive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
To create art is to dance with the unseen and the etherealTo create art is to dance with the unseen and the ethereal,
A mystical journey, an enigma even to its creators.
Poets feel this deeply,
A difference they can't yet define, an unspoken aura.
Within them, emotions boil in a vast cauldron,
Every wound they bear, every fleeting joy, becomes...
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Categories:
supersensitive, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse