The 8 Exotic Poems
BY-CLAY DRAPER
Shapes
You’re getting chased
By the red hand
Jumping over the
Black hands first I
I start at 12 going past
1-11 and starting over
Again getting dizzy
Running in circles
What shape am I?
C ounting the yards on
the
Football field
L eaping for the touchdown
A s the team screams
Y elling hurray
D oing farm chores
R unning from the goats
A s they head but me
P eople under estimate me
E very one sees me in a
different
way
R unning from my fears when
they should be running from me
CINQUAIN
2 hike, haught
4 people running
6 as the crowd screams at us
8 the score board raising for
the team
2 we win
Me poem
I
like football
I
also like baseball
I
have to keep my eye on the ball
I
also like butterballs
I
also like to swim and cannonball
I
like to play call of duty and play free for all
AND
I LIKE TO SEE THE SNOWFALL
I
also like to hunt water fowel
Experience
poem
The
string getting tight the pole almost flies out of your hands this is what I
have been waiting for this moment he jumps out of the water like a jumping frog with
a lure in his mouth the pole screeching in tension I get him into the boat he
gags for air while I throw him back in the water.
Any
rhyme scheme
I
like to hunt deer
While
the sky is clear
With
the bears
While
I listen with my ears
I
just know something is near
With
a crack and a pop there is a tear
Alliteration
Buzz
buzz the bizzy buzz buzzing through the
Sky’s
buzz buzz the bees flying through the hive buzz buzz the beez
Eating
the nectar through the sky.
Free
verse
Sitting
in the woods waiting for that perfect moment when the red bones come out from
the dead gobbling like crazy like his head is on fire he runs right at us, then
bang bullets fly nothing yet but a thanksgiving dinner.
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