This week I started a new poetry prompt series that will appear each Tuesday on my blog. The idea is to create list poems from the prompts I post. Here are this week’s poems.

GIVE BACK
I want to GIVE BACK all the times my father told me I would never amount to anything.
I want to GIVE BACK all the tears I shed when my Mother told me I could not play the games that my brother and sisters played.
I want to GIVE BACK all the times in the playground when the kids laughed at me because I was different from them.
I want to GIVE BACK all the hurt I felt when I could not go places and do the things other kids did because they were impossible for me even though they looked fun.
I want to GIVE BACK all the loneliness I felt in my heart because nobody ever really took the time to understand me and so left me out of most things.
All of these collectively made me who I am today
So I want these people to GIVE BACK all the confidence and the self esteem, they stole from me.
I can then go on with my life and be the person I can be, the person I should be.
If only people GIVE BACK.
– Anne Mckenna
Give Me Back…
Knees that don’t creak
Ankles less weak
Arms that don’t flag
Stomach sans sag
But please let me keep…
Football I played
Nights of charades
Daughters I bore*
Every last Skor
* And by bore I mean gave birth too, not make them drowsy with ennui:>)
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Give Back
Give In
Give Out
Give Off
Give Up
Give Away
Give It
Give It Up
Give Me Five
Give to a Good Cause
Give at The Office
Give Some More
Give Til It Hurts
What Gives?
Give The Order, The Finger, Your First Born
Give Blood
Give a Toast
Give Consent
Give Your Hand
Give up the Ghost
Give Your All, Your Word, Your Right Arm
Give Thanks
Give a Damn
Kellye Crocker
Give Back?
silver mirror
black chair
silver comb
black hair
see it curl
down my spine
below my waist–
it’s all mine!
silver shears
shoulder shove
quick snip for
locks of love
–Emily Jiang
I no longer have her
in my life
give back
the one
you took away.
Janet
Give back
Shreds of tinsel
Ticket stubs
Seashells
Dried flowers
Strands of Easter grass
Bicentennial quarters
Chunks of fool’s gold
All the bits
I scattered through your house
& thought I didn’t need.
–Jennifer R. Hubbard
You took
my self-esteem
my laughter
my pride in how I dress
my ability to trust
and to see the good in most people
You took
my dog, my cat
my good credit rating and almost,
my car
You took
my trust
my friends
my music
You gave back
a broken heart
a shattered dream
and finally, freedom.
— Susan Taylor Brown, all rights reserved
Dori Reads has the Poetry Friday round-up for us all today. Pour a cup of your favorite beverage and poke around at some of the great poetry that’s being shared today.
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