Here are some "object poems" that our tutors wrote this year!
Hair Tie by Olivia Napier
I am among a girl’s favorite things Just made of elastic and wrapped up in string Perfect for stretching to all of your needs I keep your hair still in front of a breeze
Traded between one friend to the next I work hard and as an effect, I am stretched out until suddenly SNAP! I am broken in two and discarded like trash
And thus ends the life of a tie No tears shed from anyone’s eye A new tie replaces me quick Leaving those lines upon your wrist
Snowflake by Shruthi Muralidaran
I am one of a kind None of my friends are like me Together, we fall onto the ground Causing children to laugh, and adults to groan.
If I was to fall by myself, few would notice They would continue on their way without so much a glance But when I fall along with the others We are more powerful than anyone could imagine.
Reflection by Emily Peterson
I open my eyes to a face staring back at me. Disgusted. Questioning. Horrified. I hear the “ew’s”, I see the cringes Then, I sleep. Eyes open, face staring Disgusted. Questioning. Horrified. New face, same reaction. The insecurities boil up inside, Don’t know how much longer it will take For me to break. Reflecting the images that people see inside. A beauty hidden by their dissatisfaction. Hinges loosen, scratches on my face. Distorted body reflecting a distorted image. An image of guilt, deceit, aversion. I see what you see... You just need a new point of view.
Orange Sunglasses by Daisy Trinidad
As typical it might be, I didn't choose to be orange. I was made by machines, who I thought were my parents, but they didn't rescue me, as I was placed and shipped to nowhere. I lie and rest on top of a store shelf, waiting to be bought and have a new home. As time goes by, without being wore, my round lens accumulates dust. My poor body, too weak to fight, helplessly stuffed with a wallet and an iPhone. My best friend, the sun itself, you know he's the man, the myth, and the legend. When he's out, I get my time to shine, to be wore outside and enjoy freedom. I see the world through my owner's eyes, as we both travel to beaches and parks. As global warming increases everyday, my purpose is significant. My human grips my arms and spread them out, and puts them on her disgusting ears. Although I don't enjoy it, I will continue to fulfill my duty, to protect her eyes and keep her living.
Chapstick by Trish Hoang
I am constantly used. Dirty. Sometimes passed around, from one person to another. I am used and then put aside until I am needed again. Dirty. I am easily picked up, whether it be by force or bought in the convenience of opportunity. Uncapped and capped again, with absolutely no control over myself. And nobody will understand, nobody will notice, Nobody will care that I am wearing down by each day. Dirty. I endure the stench of what last night’s dinner lingered behind, And I endure the nasty words that slip out of me daily. Dirty. There are few times where I try my very best, But I am still not good enough or meet the standards of my owner. So, I am thrown away. And yet not a single soul will peep a word, Not a single soul is able to judge, For I was made, only to be worn-down over time. My purpose is to be thrown away once I am used to my owner’s content, or perhaps the next-best-thing arrives to replace me. I am constantly manipulated, Dirty.
The Pumpkin Eraser by Madison Talbot
I may have a constant smile, but I am depressed inside. I'm missing a couple teeth which are accompanied by my uneven eyes. My skin is a weird orange color , and I'm minuscule compared to your hand. I am used to correct others mistakes and then thrown to the side. Overtime I decrease in size and I'm used much more often. As I am used I leave pieces of myself everywhere I have been. Have you seen me? Have you used me? Regardless of your answer I hope I benefited you in some way. I just wish it had been at the expense of something else, besides my life.
Jefferson by Subha Bhatta
“Sorry, give me a sec.” Zip I see the light for the first time in days Her eyes move back and forth Looking, searching, jingling For me, maybe? Hopefully. I can’t wait to get out, to explore Her fingers reach for me I shine back Wow, I never knew the world was so bright Oh no, Who is that? Where am I going? Clank. Slide. Back again.
Flyswatter by Yaw Osei
Why do you all hate me oh so much ? Though I wont lie when it happens its a rush I am tired of my duties, someone turn me into dust For I am manipulated in every house, so in whom should I trust?
You treat me like Annabelle, the sick twisted doll You possess me and make me kill them all One day the plot will twist and it will be you who will fall And I will be at peach watching your intestines explode, oh what a ball
I'm slender and lean and quite quite cute But you keep me in a cabinet and locked and mute I could have a girl, maybe one or too kids too But you keep me secluded unless I have to kill a bugaboo
My morality is decreased and my consciousness is gone Only a memory is the 2.99 "fly swatter" for a murderer has been born So with what little morality left, indeed I do warn Bugs and bees beware for I'm anxiously waiting to kill you and your spawn 😈
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