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First Person Poems - Poems about First Person


Protennoia On a Tree Branch
I, the holy spirit, sat on my branch to watch my seed of light This song came from me, and I made breath for my seed to eat I fluttered to where they now live, which is the land of the five trees Inspired by this section of the Trimorphic Protennoia: “The voice came through me. I created...

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Categories: first person, bird, gospel, religious, song,
Form: Sijo
Premium Member Blind Willie's Sketchpad - Ash Wednesday, First Person Singular
The air smell cloudy, With a hint of rain. Come all this way by trustin’ In a thin white cane. If a wink is as good as a nod, What’s a brotha ta do? Should Jesus come again in glory, Wouldn’t chance to see that, too. Can’t read the street signs When I’m walkin’...

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Categories: first person, allegory,
Form: Lyric



First-Person Personal
First-Person Personal By Sy Roth Here adrift wrapped in a coat of heebeejeebies Fearful of using the first-person personal Masking it instead by holograms of itself, Playful non-entities cavorting among the semi-living. Used to squirrel the words away like nuts now dormant in a tree’s hollow Used to look for them wherever they could be found tail-fluttering into the hollow Liked the slippery...

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Categories: first person, 3rd grade, allegory, angst,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Written In First Person
Written In First Person By: Tom Wright Feb. 5, 1998 Filled with joy, you heart won't be, until surrendering your life to me. a gift was I to all mankind, I healed the Leper and the Blind. The lame I made to rise and walk, caused even Balam's Ass to talk. I know each time a Sparrow falls, I know each voice that on me...

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Categories: first person, god,
Form: Lyric
First Person Pooter
The first derriere shot, that killed everyone’s appetite, came from a second-rate, light tipping looter A no-class hothead bum, who had bun fiddy no-good burger burglar instincts Amateur night out introduced a new bottom bang-bang beatnik on the back end drum — A queasy gut alley cat addicted to the sugar: white powdered yum-yum Twitchy turned into...

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Categories: first person, allusion, fun, humor, imagery,
Form: Burlesque



Free Cee I Am a Pacifist and Will Kill the First Person Who Says I Am Not
I'M A PACIFIST AND WILL KILL THE FIRST PERSON WHO SAYS I'M NOT The moon was in the center of the sky when I heard her scream so she told me about her horrible dream it is a venture I am forbidden to describe to anyone but it involved and ex-lover,...

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Categories: first person, angst, me, dream, dream,
Form: Quatrain

Book: Reflection on the Important Things