i am doing a poem called I AM FROM!! I NEED HELP?

Question

and i need ideas on wat to write
ex. I am from the god all mighty
I am from the Kodak moment picture
I am from that softball team that hopes for a win.

Answer 1

I think the best way to go about writing this kind of poem is to think of a lot of favorite things from your past (or meaningful things, some not so favorite), maybe things that remind you of places and people and events and stories that are important to you. For example, what are some of those Kodak moments that come to your mind? What is important about that softball team--teammates, scores, places played, etc? Esp. what have you been given by your "god all mighty"?

Here's one I wrote, and I could do a dozen more without repeating myself--but then I'm a lot older than you. In this particular one I chose only memories from my childhood and youth a long time ago (before I was eighteen). Everything in the fourth section, for example, comes from songs I heard/sang as a child.

I end with one of my most meaningful memories. One of my best friends as a child and teenage (like a sister to me) was stricken with polio. She was completely paralyzed and died about four years later. We had worked together on an English assignment, memorizing Psalm 121, "I will lift up mine eyes. . . ." While we memorized the poem, we looked around us and saw the beautiful hills of Tennessee surrounding our homes. I read this psalm at her memorial service. I conclude my "Where I'm from" poem with a quotation from that psalm, from an outdoor pageant we had seen, and from a hymn based on that psalm. But you will see the many memories I include before I get to that high/low point in my life.

You can scan your memories and arrange them in a way that makes sense to you. That's what's important, after all.

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Where I Come from

I come from the day before yesterday
and the day after tomorrow
and Saturday matinees
and barefoot summers,
and fifth Sundays’
money going to the orphans.

I come from guinea hens
and Dominecker roosters and billy goats,
hound dogs and fox hunts,
and jenny mules named Kate and Nell,
thrashin’ wheat and shuckin’ corn,
from hackberries and hedgeapples,
and a dog named Shoestring,
lespedeza and a lime tree
and corn silks for smokin’,
from a country lane lined with honeysuckle.

I come from
(much obliged, y’all)
Miz Judith and Cousin Nannie
and Brother Coffman and Miss Minnie,
and a noun is the name
of a person, place, or thing,
and Thou Shalt Not,
and the sun never sets on British soil.

I come from the halls of Montezuma,
on Jordan’s stormy banks ,
south of the border
down Me-hic-ko way;
when the roll is called up yonder
(fill fruit jar, pick geetar)
she’ll be comin’ round the mountain.

I come from skinny dipping
in Richland Creek
and a blizzard in February
after the jonquils had bloomed,
and gittin’ baptized
and gittin’ measles,
and gittin’ a peek at some girl’s panties,
and gittin’ caught sneaking into the Sky-High Drive-In.

I come from Captain Marvel and Tom Mix,
and Tarzan’s yell in the backyard maple,
and Sherlock Holmes
and Jody Baxter having to kill Flag his fawn,
and Minnie Pearl and Vernoica Lake
(oh, yeah, and Rita Hayworth,
esp. Rita Hayworth)
and the Queen of Sheba
and dirty books
and dirty looks
(and “Come Back Little Sheba has a nekkid lady”).

I come from Dr. Van Fleet roses
and pink spirea,
and dandelions by the dozens
and seven-year locusts,
and mock orange and crepe myrtle,
iris and peonies,
and Decoration Day
at New Hope Cemetery.

I come from down yonder
and over the hill
and way back when,
and, Law Me!,
the Duck River Conference Champions of Nineteen and Fifty-Two
and the polio epidemic in December,
and “I will lift up mine eyes . . .”
and Unto These Hills,

and, yes, “unto these hills
around do I lift up . . . .”

Answer 2

I had to write one of these poems for a class once. (searches through files) Here it is, hope it's helpful.
I am from the queen bee who wed the worker bee
I am from the soldier who took a princess for a bride
i am from the musician who never knew me
I am from the blind man who loved to live but died

I am from the mountain lands
I am from the ocean waters
I am from the Scotland clan
I am from Job's daughters

I am from blissful ignorance
I am from masked emotion
I am from the walls and fence
I am from obsessive devotion

I am from the shallow end of the gene pool
I am from the deep end of trouble
I am from nobody's fool
I am the persistent seed beneath the rubble

btw, This poem is copyrighted and published, don't copy it, I hope you get an understanding of what you're supposed to do with an 'I am' poem from this. Good Luck.

Answer 3

Poetry is something that means something to you, I think you should jot down random things/ objects that pop into your head and then do something like you did with start of your poem, ie kodak - moment.
This way your poem stays personal to you, and not some1 elses thoughts.
Good luck

Answer 4

I am from the bike that ran you over when you were crossing the street.