Short First Person Poems
Short First Person Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about First Person by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about First Person by length and keyword.
Brahmagupta
an Indian mathematician
first person to use zero as a number
he represented it as a dot in the beginning
until zero evolved
Who was the first person to come up with a kiss
Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss
Sure don't have a problem
Our appendage does blossom
But it must be passionate, not like kissing a fish
Who was the first person to come up with a kiss
Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss
Honestly, don't have a problem
My appendage does blossom
But it must be passionate, not like kissing a fish
Subject and Object,
who builds the bridge
From either perspective,
to laud or forgive
First person invective,
third person retort
The toll for each crossing
—forever deports
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Who was the first person to come up with a kiss
Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss
Honestly, don't have a problem
Our appendage does blossom
But it must be passionate, not like kissing a fish
A poet, Charlotte Bronte (pen name Currer Bell),
was eldest of three sisters; novels she wrote as well.
A Gothic style in first person narration she wrote with flair,
giving us novels ahead of their time, like the popular Jane Eyre.
First person: "We are always like this... don't you find it boring?"
Second person: "We are what we are and we deserve everything here."
First person: "Haven't you received a bill lately?"
Second person: "There are no bills here -- only chills!"
Persons have personality; Personalism -
Recall what MLK Jr. learned at Boston U
A creator God is a Person, so are U
Yearning to know The First Person I pray:
Educating soul, body, spirit the Jesus way
Revisiting hate, avarice ... Before going away
If i was an ant
would my fathers sister be my aunt ant
and where does the d come from in pigeon
but sorry for the derision
Wanting to be the first person ever to unbake a cake
and if our knees bent the opposite way
What would our chairs look like
Who was the first person to come up with a kiss
Pressing lips together really seemed like such bliss
Honestly don't have a problem
My appendage does blossom
But it must be passionate, not like kissing a wet fish
© Jack Ellison 2015
She tames the sky
She commands the clouds
They get their orders from her
They do as she says
Does she rule by fear?
No
Does she rule by right?
No
Why do the clouds listen?
Because she is sassy, and confident.
And she is the first person to command them.
They think it is great.
The first person to hold me on the cold winter night
Out of all the stars in the sky, to me he is my saving light
His calloused, shaking hands guiding through my fright
His only care is to raise me right
The love for each other, is never out of sight
His hugs,His scent, His love always holds me tight
a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils
a patterned proximity
© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12
Disgust
Guilt
Fear
I felt dirty
Trapped in 2006
Experiencing the cold floor
Seeing from a 3rd person view
While feeling from a first person experience
I could not leave
I was stuck in a memory
Of unbelievable horror
14 years later
Haunted by the actions
Of someone I trusted
I loved
Betrayed in an instant
he wore a green hat with a red flower
he was my bestie, and I adored him
the first person I saw in the morning
my bestie, Wiggly Worm
there were three creatures hanging off him
two bugs and a butterfly
they all three had enormous smiles
they made my day in their vibrant colors
I loved them so when I was two years young
The most beloved things in life
Are the things so small
It could be a hunters knife
Or the sound of a newborns call
A young boys first kiss
Or a young lovers bliss
Something everyone may at sometime miss
From a pet
To the first person you ever met
Keep these things close to heart
Because these are the things that make life worth living.
Form:
I get the feeling that people are telling me to step back from the edge.
I don’t know where to start with people anymore.
I get the feeling there is no edge.
I usually start with my eyes though my heart is a sinking ship.
I am apprehensive over writing this in a first-person narrative.
I get the feeling I’m telling myself to step back from the edge.
Please read what I wrote and add the next stanza
Anyone and everyone welcome
Please write in the first person ie:I
My Advice
I read a poem, yesterday
About just made me cry
This person wrote
They frighted one day they'd die
I said hey buddy,
You know, you only have to close your eyes
And when you open them again
You're gonna get a big surprise
You're the first person I think of
Each morning when I rise
You're the last person I think of
at night when I close my eyes
You're in every thought I have
And every breath I take
My love is growing stronger
With every move I make
I've proven that I love you
these words are overdue
I'm giving all I have to give
because my heart belongs to you
Form:
Poem as Surrogate
by Odin Roark
Streaming messenger
With expression unchecked
Imagined ink yet to dry
The page fearful of touch
Find the eyes
Beneath which awaits the meaning
For
This frame that lives also as picture
One's fleeting first-person impulse
A captured inner focus shared
Clings tenaciously
To the world's lenity
Every poet's temporary forever
“I” is just a concept made by mind. Siddhartha Gautama
Mind has to dwell in a coerced seclusion:
mind is a prisoner of the conclusion
that mind is mine. I share your letdown,
my mind. Minds cannot shatter the illusion
of the first person singular pronoun.
5/6/2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Want to see you
I
you whom are in the first person
Caught up in a trinity
Not knowing who you
I want to be
You have discussions with yourself
I manipulating the winds
You're survival your well-being
You shall not make it that you take it
I am willed to you I am me instilled
I
Want to see you
10/6/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The snail overseer is sluggish today said the ant.
Mouse and rabbit laughed at the worker’s rant.
He’s the first person you’ve complained about today.
Three unhappy snails ran the other way.
See what I mean? The ant groused, all grumpy.
Our new snail overseer is sluggish, lazy and frumpy.
That’s what he can’t stand, the mouse said.
I know, rabbit agreed. Ants work until they are dead.
There is nothing I am hoping for.
There is not even anything I am waiting for.
I no longer care about who I can trust.
I suppose I must trust the first person who emerges from the fog.
Even if they have been following me for the wrong reasons-
I would rather have a stranger by my side.
I suppose I am numb to the pleas of my own family.
Who now live just outside my memory.
love is the first point of HAPPY.
love is the first step to HEAVEN.
love is the first line of the HEART GARDEN.
love is the first day of the PEACE.
love is the first relation of OURSELVES.
love is the first person of our LIFE.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.....
ITS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING.
spread the LOVE. at last,
love will be the last point of your FAMILY.
that is LOVE.
LOVE the LOVE.
LIFE WILL BE GREAT.
LOVELY.....