Short Bump On A Log Poems

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Premium Member Respectfully, Emily Dickinson

I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!
Form: Lyric


Premium Member I'M Somebody

I’m somebody!  Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!

How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!


For:  Brian Strand’s Adaptation contest
        Poet :  Emily Dickinson
        Poem:  I’m Nobody
Form: Lyric

Off The Map

I took the road less traveled to hear if a falling tree with no one around aside from me (yours truly) does make a sound but lost my way in the bewilderness veered far astray and for the life of me couldn't see the forest for the trees but if I could it would feel so good not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump as then I'd be out of the woods
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sometimes

Sometimes I think; sometimes, I do not
     Sometimes I can’t remember what I forgot,
Sometimes I wonder whether, or not
     Sometimes it is merely an after-thought.
Sometimes I am either coming or going
     Sometimes I am receiving or bestowing,
Sometimes I am lost in a mental fog
     Sometimes I feel like a bump on a log.
Sometimes doesn’t mean always, you know
     Sometimes I merely go with the flow.

written September 16, 2021

The Tortoise

The tortoise sits like a bump on a log
The people think his mind's in a fog.
But really, he's seen more than you think.
Enough to make you shock and rethink

He's seen battles of war,
Invasion and more.
He's got a hundred years more
Then you have been born.

Seen presidents and news,
Happy times and blue,
Styles and songs,
Rights and their wrongs.

But now he sits in a cage
Passing his days
As children stare in awe,
He waits for the call.
© A. Ryeter  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


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