OK, let’s just have some fun today – did you know there are all kinds of interactive poem generators out there? Well, there are – some silly, some helpful, all surprising. So, I entered some random parts of speech, etc. as outlined below and then I clicked on “generate my poem” and voila’ ~ I got that CRAZY poem below ~ but you can try any number of poetry generators – you can find the links to several of them below and see what comes up – this is a fun one to do with kids. Enjoy and if you come up with one you like – share away!! Cheers!!
https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/ ~ 9 poetry forms available
http://oakdome.com/k5/lesson-plans/word/i-am-poem.php ~ 11 poetry form generators can be found in the left-hand column
I used the first poetry generated listed above and this nonsense “love poem” is the result. OH, MY HECK! Silly, but you might want to try to be serious and see what you get – OR use a different generator from the list above..
Here are the random words I put in:
Your Love's Name: Jim
Fruit: mango
Adjective: funny
Flower: daisy
Musical Instrument: violin
Type of Animal: turtle
Type of Bird: bowerbird
Article of Clothing: shirt
Noun: spoon
Body Part: elbow
A Liquid: apple juice
Body Part: lips
Article of Clothing: shoes
Noun: dinner
Type of Noise: whisper
Body Part: neck
Type of Clothing: dress
Noun: paper
Verb: sleep
Color: purple
Noun: cabbage
Uh, so – this had random words and so it’s kind of a nonsense poem but funny!!!
My Love, Jim
Your skin glows like the mango, blossoms funny as the daisy
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a turtle
My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a turtle
at the whisper of your name, Jim.
The evening ascends in on a great bowerbird wing.
I am calmed by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of
The evening ascends in on a great bowerbird wing.
I am calmed by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of
spoonbeams and hold next to my elbow.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of apple juice.
As my lips fall from my shoes, it reminds me of your dinner.
In the hushed, I listen for the last whisper of the spring.
My heated neck leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of apple juice.
As my lips fall from my shoes, it reminds me of your dinner.
In the hushed, I listen for the last whisper of the spring.
My heated neck leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your
secret paper so that we may sleep as one, neck to neck, in search of
the glorious purple and spiritual cabbage of love.
2 comments:
This was silly, but fun!
My Love, DeWalt
Your skin glows like the black berry, blossoms gracious as the carnation in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your cello voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name, DeWalt.
The evening ascends in on a great humming bird wing.
I am calmed by your tie that I carry into the twilight of truckbeams and hold next to my elbow.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of gatorade.
As my knee falls from my fedora, it reminds me of your mechanical pencil.
In the hushed, I listen for the last snore of the spring.
My heated nose leaps to my sock. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret notebook so that we may laugh as one, nose to nose, in search of the glorious red and spiritual pillow of love.
A generated poem from https://www.proflowers.com/blog/love-poetry-generator
Love You Always
In summertime, our love is Generous , like Roses floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it Goes from Arm to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is Tender — two people Dancing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is Blessed, a refuge from the Falling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like Red petals on the Lilacs.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is Gold, shining bright like a harvest Sunrise.
From Christmas till Easter our love will continue to Soar.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my Sweetie.
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The Tale of My Sweet Mother Daughter
By The Mammas and the Poppas
A Ballad
It began on a slow any day midnight:
I was the most heavenly caregiver around,
She was the most sweet mother.
She was my daughter,
My sweet daughter,
My mother.
We used to fly so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to tiptoe together, around the world,
We wanted it all.
But one midnight, one slow midnight,
We decided to tiptoe too much.
Together we cleaned Mr. Pig.
It was fast, so fast.
From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so light.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
She kissed Miss Piggy.
Alas, Miss Piggy!
My daughter kissed Miss Piggy.
It was heavy, so heavy.
The next day I thought my head had broken,
I thought my toes had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that midnight,
That slow any day midnight.
My toes... ouch!
When I think of that sweet mother,
That sweet mother and me.
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