An “Octopoem” is a fun little poem that has 8 lines, perfect for Day 8!
Pick a topic of your choice and describe it in EIGHT lines. Each line can be as long as you choose and does not need to rhyme or anything of that nature, but use only one sentence per line. You can give your octopoem a title or just start right out with line 1.
It seems to be best suited to describe a person, but you can get creative and describe a pet or even an object, etc.). Have fun!!
HOWEVER, the only thing you DO need to follow is the order of the descriptions you use for each of the 8 lines about your poem.
An octopoem has 8 lines describing the topic (or pet or person, whatever):
line 1: color
line 2: season
line 3: place
line 4: weather
line 5: clothing
line 6: furniture
line 7: TV show
line 8: food
line 1: color
line 2: season
line 3: place
line 4: weather
line 5: clothing
line 6: furniture
line 7: TV show
line 8: food
My Grandson, My Friend
His favorite color is green.
He is a breath of fresh Spring air.
He loves to be wherever I am.
We love to play in the rain.
If it's green, it's clean and ready to wear.
When I can't find him he's usually hiding behind a chair.
If “Wild Kratts” is on, we are good to go.
He likes to eat everything as long as it is a peanut butter sandwich.
He is a breath of fresh Spring air.
He loves to be wherever I am.
We love to play in the rain.
If it's green, it's clean and ready to wear.
When I can't find him he's usually hiding behind a chair.
If “Wild Kratts” is on, we are good to go.
He likes to eat everything as long as it is a peanut butter sandwich.
© 2015 Stephanie Abney
I Miss You, Daddy
My dad’s eyes were blue, his favorite color
He loved to garden in the spring and summer
In what used to be our backyard lawn
The Southern California weather was perfect
He wore comfortable clothes to garden in, often rolling up the cuffs of his pants
He could sit outside on the patio lounge chair for hours enjoying life at that moment
Unless it was time for “The Wheel of Fortune” and “Jeopardy”
He’d close each day with a bowl of ice cream
© 2019 Stephanie Abney
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Photo 2 courtesy of Stephanie Abney
3 comments:
I have a couple of poems for Day 8. Here they are: https://murph4slaw.blogspot.com/2019/04/day-8-national-poetry-month-abcb-poem_8.html
Octopoems
My Husband
His hair is copper, and what attracted me to him.
We met in the fall, October, full of color.
In a switchboard room, with the other operators and two of his friends.
Nice outside, it was chilly in the switchboard.
I had on a sweater, while he was in a tee-shirt and shorts like his friends.
They stood behind us while I sat in my little operator’s chair.
We were young and didn’t even have a TV.
The chow hall was our diner for dates.
Great poems, Heidi and Connie! Thanks for sharing!!
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