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Cliches and their use workshop

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following the sun
I am all bent out of shape
like patterns of light

refracting light shaped
into two more limbs bending
arcs into circles

drops of sky falling
into water, skipping stones
across the music.

Unholy Scream - Cliches Workshop Poem

An unholy scream punctures the silent landscape
pierces the gun metal grey,
against the cruel winter’s sky.

Darkest before the dawn
as agony abuses the air,
jerking in spasm.

Feathers wrenched from a muscular frame,
a pair of sleek Ravens wings , of vast dimension.
Armageddon’s warning.

Perversion and amorality his clarion call,
Innocence died.
On this ashen night.

Banished from heaven,
discarded upon the sodden earth.
Abandoned since birth.

Cliché (Clichés Workshop Poem)

I've changed
And I can't find my way
Back to the person I used to be

I have fallen out of love with you
What more can I say
I know it's a cliché
But it really isn't you
It's me

I'm lost
And I can't find the path
Back to the life I used to have

(chorus)
My head is confused and I no longer see you
You are just a blurred image lost in the hue
I've drifted away and severed our line
I no longer need you
I no longer want you as mine

Guarding my love for you
it’s as hard as heck, when
trying to safely hide my feelings
from hardened jeers.

Keeping my emotions bottled up
Make’s me jittery, when
scorners insist on taunting me
about my lowly status.

This disappointing drama
is far too much to handle
left me gasping for breath
from the endless, stinging, outbursts.

The deriders’ sword of rejection
that my lover’s family aimed at me
touched my heart spewing blood
leaving me pessimistic.

Intrepid (Cliché Workshop poem rewrite)

intrepid

damn you charlie brown,
tiny tim and sam hall!

Silence is pristine
but this was a bizarre night
my mind was on a juggernaut
thoughts running wild

I wish I was at peace
not bitching about you
rather singing a lullaby
to salve my sinking soul

You had me blindfolded
in the dark web of your desire
blinding me in its lightning
just for a thunderous clap

In search of a sanctuary to quench
my thirst with your liquid passion
I chased each eluding mirage
like a Stag in search of his Mate

Life- Clichés and their use Workshop Re-Write

An old crone flaps her lips
cigarette  butt balanced on her toothless grin,
talking about youths innocence,
about how things are.

How life travels so fast
and teenage years pass
freedom never lasts,
and past loves die.

 Preaching the gospel according to the elderly
 the hard graft in the factory
the Forman looking over you.
The story of the working class.

The choices she never had,
and the Taxs that she paid.
The war and the friends 
That she made.

It only comes once /re-write- (cliches workshop)

I ask you to be careful
keep it hush hush
it’s best they don’t know

Now they’ll see it
as nothing
in scheme of things

I am truly interested
to see the end of this

Just close your mouth
so it doesn’t come
toppling down

This way you’ll be free
to do as you please

Some evils are necessary
too do what you must

Steel yourself
for what is to come

Your about to embark
on something
that will be tough

CLICHES workshop poem :It only comes once

CLICHES workshop: It only comes once

It's all good<
Until you hurt some one
Keep it on the down low<
It’s best they don’t find out
It ain't nothing but a chicken wing<
When I look at the scheme of things

I am truly
Hot to trot<
To see what comes of this
A mile a minute<
You run your mouth
To many cooks spoil the broth<
Then plans fall apart
Silence is golden<
Just keep your trap shut

Unoriginal (Cliche Workshop)

I'm game
Fresh as a summer's rain
A rolling stone gathering
no moss
A mile a minute

My frame
The lesser of two evils
Is a necessary evil
My acid test
Rotten to the core

I'm sane
Nose to the grindstone
The icing on the cake
that knocks
the cover off the ball
and Knocks that ball
Right out of the park

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