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Cliches and their use workshop

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Cry Me a River (Cliche's Workshop Poem)

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Thu, 2011-06-23 14:17

It's all good when some say
Keep it on the down low
then it ain't nothing but a chicken wing

There are those that insist on having it their way
Too hot to trot when expected to change
Then talk a mile a minute tuning out understanding

At other times too many cooks spoil the broth
then Silence is golden
and emotions are free as a bird

When love is blind
sex becomes a necessary evil and
all hands to the pump lose control

Workshop: 
Cliches and their use

Life

Submitted by lou on Thu, 2011-06-23 13:02

Old woman in the corner
Bent and weary worn
Regales her family with days of yore.

When it was all good and
Wrinkles were like hens teeth
And false teeth were on the down low.

Life goes a mile a minute
When your filled with the vigour of youth
A rolling stone gathers no moss

Free as a bird and 
fresh as the summers rain
Your love is deeper than the deepest ocean

But it's nose to the grind stone
There is no icing on the cake
Too many cooks spoil the broth 

Workshop: 
Cliches and their use

Intrepid (Cliché Workshop poem)

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2011-06-23 11:12

intrepid

damn you charlie brown,
tiny tim and sam hall,

It's all (finger lickin') good
and it ain't nothing but a chicken wing

when you're hot to trot
and too many cooks (doth) spoil the broth

keep it on the downlow you say,
silence is golden

but I'm free as a bird
when love is blind

a necessary evil
the lesser of two (evils)

the icing on the cake
the acid test when love is blind

and scarce as hen's teeth
free as a bird

Workshop: 
Cliches and their use

Acid Test (Clichés Workshop Poem) (Original & Re-write)

Submitted by Hooded Stranger on Thu, 2011-06-23 07:50

Acid Test (Re-write)

I listen to your words
and laugh at your lack of originality
You call yourself an artist
I call you a fake

You think your rhymes
Are elementary
Mean something in this universe
They have superiority.

But I can surely tell you now
I mock your every word
You make me laugh when you
Spill out your quotes.

You pretend that you don't want fame
You want anonymity
You want to live your life at full throttle
Then you pretend you're laid back

Workshop: 
Cliches and their use

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