Examples of I Am poems
Here are some "I Am" poems written by other Web surfers. Read them and
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Interestingly, after the terrorist attacks in the United States in
September 2001, the poetry I received changed from poems of love and longing
to poetry about the attacks:
I am the World Tower
by (glockster72@hotmail.com)
I am tower number 1 and tower number 2.
I wonder if I can stand.
I hear the planes coming.
I see a man with no regard
I want to reach out and stop him.
I am tower number 1 and tower number 2.
I pretend I am stong enough
I feel very weak
I touch the lives of many
I worry they will fall apart
I cry when I can't hold on anymore
I am tower number 1 and tower number 2.
I understand that I am destructable.
I say I am sorry
I dream I was stonger
I try to hold on a few minutes more
I hope my people can get out
I am tower number 1 and tower number 2.
Confused and Angry
by Ally Iseman (teenyally@yahoo.com)
I am confused and angry.
I wonder why the sky came crashing down.
I hear the pain in the streets.
I see the anger in the tears of those who have lost.
I want to understand.
I am confused and angry.
I pretend to be ok, but in reality
I feel emptiness.
I touch my soul and wonder why i can't feel its presence.
I worry that things will never be the same and
I cry from my heart for those in pain.
I am confused and angry.
I understand not the reasons for which this is happening
I say I will fight, but really
I dream of a day when all are at peace
I try to continue with life and
I hope I am convincing
I am confused and angry.
This one came the day before the attack, and it's a bit eerie, considering...
Scared and Afraid
by Colleen E. Gavol (cocco@bungo.com)
I am scared and i am afraid.
I wonder what is going on inside of me?
I hear people screaming in my ear
I see what people see everyday
I want these feelings to go away
I am scared and i am afraid.
I pretend that this is not happing to me
I feel myself falling apart
I touch the tears on my face
I worry why is all this happening to me?
I cry to myself and just lay there
I am scared and i am afraid.
I understand that its not anybody but me
I say what i feel whats in me
I dream thats this terror will go away
I try to find away out but theres is none
I hope to get this out of me so i can be happy and free
I am scared and i am afraid.
The rest of the poetry was clearly received before the attacks...
A Listener and A Friend
by Colleen E. Gavol (cocco@bungo.com)
I am listener and a friend.
I wonder if i can help you
I hear what you say
I see what you act like
I want to help you
I am listener and a friend.
I pretend to see myself as you
I feel like i was in your situation
I touch the feelings that you dont like
I worry when you worry
I cry when you are down
I am listener and a friend.
I understand what you go through
I say what i think is right
I dream to help you with your problem
I try to make you feel better
I hope i have help you
I am listener and a friend.
Passionate and Thirsty
by Lisa Condes (vikings@accucom.net)
I am passionate and thirsty.
I wonder how good it gets
I hear doubt
I see defeat
I want to reach for the stars
I am passionate and thirsty.
I pretend that I am happy
I feel restless
I touch the lives of others
I worry that I won't ever touch my own life
I cry for my lost soul
I am passionate and thirsty.
I understand what He asks of me
I say it is too much
I dream of contentment
I try to be good
I hope I will find the lost Me
I am passionate and thirsty.
Scared and Worried
by Christine Salikin (christinesalikin@hotmail.com)
I am scared and worried.
I wonder why this had to happen to you
I hear the sound of the wind
I see the birds in the air
I want to see you
I am scared and worried.
I pretend you are here with us
I feel alone
I touch the picture of you and i am sad
I worry that all of us will not be able to go on
I cry all the time
I am scared and worried.
I understand that the day will come when we see you again
I say that we will all make it though this hard time
I dream that we will soon be able to look back and see
All the happy times that we all spent together
I try to understand why this could happen to such a wonderful lady
I hope that she is in a happer place
And that she is with her father and her two brothers.
I am scared and worried.
Me & 4 Ever
by Ashlei (luvin_u_till_its_gone@yahoo.com)
I am me and 4 ever.
I wonder why you can't return love
I hear love can break you and make you
I see that you can't ever throw it away
I want it everyday
I am me and 4 ever.
I pretend that I am loved and love is no object
I feel not loved
I touch -- no I can't
I worry that no one will find me to love me
I cry words of no love
I am me and 4 ever.
I understand love is destiny in deguise
I say I love you everyday
I dream that I will find the love of my life
I try to find the love of my life
I hope that I will find the love of my life
I am me and 4 ever.
I Love Him So Much
by Laura (baby_vix@yahoo.com)
I love him so much.
I wonder if he feels the same
I hear he may love me to
I see the love and dedication in his eyes
I want to be with him forever because
I love him so much.
I pretend to be something I'm not
I feel deeply towards him
I touch him lightly
I worry he might leave me for someone else
I cry tears of lonelyness at night because
I love him so much.
I understand his ways
I say I love you gently in his ear
I dream of a life full of love, and no hurt
I try to show my feelings
I hope he will know how much I love him because
I love him so much.
Curious and Inquisitive
by Sarah Woodward (plfj@iup.grove.edu)
I am curious and inquisitive...
I wonder what is before us?
I hear words of hate, love presides.
I see violence and destruction, but the desire to live.
I am curious and inquisitive...
I pretend life is easy to live.
I feel anxious and excited, nervous and scared.
I touch lives as mine has been touched.
I worry that love isn't enough, but realize that is it.
I cry for understanding.
I am curious and inquisitive...
I understand everything is taken care of.
I say I believe in God and the love we've been given.
I dream of beauty surpassing all understanding.
I try to make the world better, to extinguish evil and begin anew.
I hope someday, society will understand...
I am curious and inquisitive...
Crying & Screaming
by Moneque Hall (puggumsus@yahoo.com)
I am crying and screaming.
I wonder if you ever cared
I hear my blood rush past my ears
I see my refelction, drawn and scared
I want to hold you
I am crying and screaming.
I pretend you're really here
I feel so alone in a crowded room
I touch my tears streaming down my face
I worry if this is my doom
I cry to the heavens, no reply
I am crying and screaming.
I understand you won't come back
I say 'do i really want to die?'
I dream my love is back again
I try to see myself alive
I hope he dreams of me too
I am crying and screaming to the heavens, no reply
Confused & Alone
by Lindsey Morrison (shearer@highway1)
I am confused and alone.
I wonder why this could happen to us, my love
I hear nothing except the silence in your heart
I see your tears of light illuminated by your sadness
I want to touch your face and cry silently
I pretend that you are fine and I am deceived
I feel the red passion in my heart dying down
I touch myself and wonder why you're not here
I worry that you will push me over the edge
I cry bittersweet tears that pierce your heart
I understand that we can no longer go back to forever
I say that I love you but it sounds empty
I dream of new beginnings with you by my side
I try to be your angel but my wings are tainted
I hope that you are happy, my darling, leave me now.
Alone & Feeling Blue
by Amy (ya_mamma@hotmail.com, king@ckt.net)
I am alone and feeling blue.
I wonder what i can possibly do
I hear no sound
I see only ground
I want a choice
I am alone and feeling blue.
I pretend i have no voice
I feel too free
I touch my knee.
I worry about
I cry and pout.
I am alone and feeling blue.
I understand my heart
I say i will start
I dream of a place
I try to spread grace
I hope to find, my wondering mind.
I am alone and feeling blue.
Without Passion
by Ray Miculob (disrvpt@hotmail.com)
I am without passion.
I wonder why I am this way?
I hear words but they have no meaning.
I see the world but it makes no sense.
I want to change but I am afraid.
I am without passion.
I pretend but it is not enough
I feel that hopelessnes has resided
I touch it and it is cold.
I worry not for me but for the other.
I cry for her for she does not know.
I am without passion.
I understand what is happening.
I say to hell with it all.
I dream not of the day.
I try to forget.
I hope she understands.
I am without passion.
In Truth & Wonder
by Sarah King
I am in truth and wonder.
I wonder where this life leads
I hear the death as it pleads
I see what cold hearts we have
I want to dare the ocean's tides
I am in truth and wonder.
I pretend to be the one who knows
I feel the coldness of the blade
I touch the warmth of the blood
I worry the truth is not enough
I cry out in pain
I am in truth and wonder.
I understand the way of the red rain
I say to you now who are we all
I dream that the truth is in trust as we fall
I try to put to rest my fears
I hope that the world shall not judge my tears.
I am in truth and wonder.
A Wanderer & Wondering
by Joseph Daly (mscorp@gol.com)
I am a wanderer and wondering.
I wonder on the paths I should follow and the paths I should forge
I hear the voices of saints and sinners pantomining pathways
I see all shades of gray upon gray
I want a way out, to end this play
I am a wanderer and wondering.
I pretend indifference but it does not last
I feel with insight
I touch with thoughts
I worry too much
I cry because you could not
I am a wanderer and wondering.
I understand finally
I say being happy is a state of mind
I dream of us
I try in despair
I hope to see
I am a wanderer and wondering.
A Wanderer & Traveler
by Ralph K. Allen, Jr. (ralph@pe.net)
I am a wanderer and traveler.
I wonder where the road does turn and how the paths depart
I hear the sounds of waves as they scrunch upon the shore
I see the foam and in the light of early morning sun
I want to grip the sprinkle off the mists of waves now done
I am a wanderer and traveler.
I pretend that all is possible when I am by the beach
I feel your hand and grasp for strength you give with gentle smile
I touch your cheek, your tender smile, the tear you hold inside
I worry that, like time itself, you'll pause and disappear
I cry out in my dreams of time when I was stronger
I am a wanderer and traveler.
I understand less as I learn more
I say things to give courage more than to claim
I dream of you with the wonder of a child; twenty and more years, now
I try as only those who have tried and failed before to keep you close
I hope for those whose lives are less and hope for ours to grow
I am a wanderer!
A Prisoner & Yet Am Told I Am Free
by B.Lambert (gladius@portal.ca)
I am a prisoner and yet am told I am free.
I wonder why the Earth spins, oblivious of me
I hear the things around me, though
I see them not
I want to be a part of life but haven't been invited
I am a prisoner and yet am told I am free.
I pretend to live a life I am content with
I feel as though the walls are closing in
I touch happiness just for a moment before it drips through my fingers
I worry that I have become no more than a fallen leaf in autumn
I cry in dark corners where no one can see
I am a prisoner and yet am told I am free.
I understand nothing about anything
I say nothing for my voice is not heard
I dream seldom, for dreamers are often disappointed
I try to understand
I hope to be loved
I am a prisoner and yet am told I am free.
longing & unfinished
by Russell P. Tripp (trippr@hotmail.com)
I am longing and unfinished.
I wonder how much more I must become before
I hear that gentle inner voice I wait for, knowing it will come when
I see the place in which I must stand.
I want nothing more than to fit into some place, that place
I pretend to know.
I feel shameful of my lacking.
I touch the surface of some invisible wall I must scale
Or move around somehow.
I worry that my time is not synchronous with my surroundings;
I cry alone.
I understand nothing of the things I know so well.
I say I am, when I know I am becoming, yet
Know that to stop becoming is to die.
I dream of finding that place, that time... that right-feeling something.
I try to move with shackled feet.
I hope I am not alone, yet hope that I am.
I am longing and unfinished.
thick-headed & very content
by Greg (wasmuth@iceonline.com)
I am thick-headed and very content.
I wonder when I will tie my shoes
I hear birds
I see birds
I want birds
I am thick-headed and very content.
I pretend to be a bird
I feel like an insect
I touch birds
I worry about birds and their teeth (even though they don't have any)
I cry when birds steal my dinner
I am thick-headed and very content.
I understand the languages of many birds
I say everything I am supposed to
I dream about birds
I try to be a bird
I hope to be a canary
I am thick-headed and very content.
grass & field
by Sonja Bruce
I am grass and field.
I wonder where my ripples go
I hear the wind in my blades
I see open sky
I want to be green and lush and fruitful
I am grass and field.
I pretend to live forever
I feel Heaven reach to me
I touch the stars, my eternal friends
I worry about nothing
I cry to no one because
I am grass and field.
I understand that I am loved
I say to the galaxyswirl, "I am your sister"
I dream of the day of endless ripples
I try to imagine the glory
I hope my fields become starfields
I am grass and field.
Tired & Understanding
by Ryan McSwain (grade 9)
I am tired and understanding.
I wonder what holds it all together.
I hear leaves crackling in the wind.
I see light shining.
I want to write something that will live on forever.
I am tired and understanding.
I pretend it doesn't matter.
I feel pity for the nosferatu.
I touch the thread spun by Clothos.
I worry that things won't get any easier.
I cry about sad endings.
I am tired and understanding.
I understand the book is better than the movie.
I say God is forgiving.
I dream of flying.
I try to tough it out, to finish what I start.
I hope that the end isn't really the end.
I am tired and understanding
blind & alone
by Alan M. Bruce (abruce@oocities.com)
I am blind and alone.
I wonder if I shall ever see the sunlight again
I hear the crashing of waves but
I see nothing but darkness around me.
I want to grope towards my vision
I am blind and alone.
I pretend that I can see God in his heaven
I feel grey outlines without knowing colour
I touch the world with my rough fingers
I worry you cannot hear me as
I cry in the dark wilderness.
I am blind and alone.
I understand nothing, only dream of comprehension
I say nothing although my lips move endlessly
I dream in the dark of seeing your face
I try to touch you but my fingers pass through
I hope you can read this for you are my last hope
I am blind and alone.
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