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I Should Be, I Ought To Be Poems

March 2021

Omni Lit members wrote poems using the words "I Should" and "I ought". They could be either funny, or more realistic/serious.

Noah Vasallo

I should be fun,
I ought to be awesome
I ought to put in over 100%
I ought to be Strong
I should be faster than the fast
Better than the best
No I ought to be the best,
The Fastest
The Strongest
Though through trial and error I am not the best,
only the best I can be,

Kai Lopez

I ought to be a wacky scientist

I ought to be a yellow duck

I ought to be in a soup commercial

I ought to be riding in a fire truck

 

I ought to be a person who pretends to be working in a TV show but really is click clacking random keys on a typewriter

 

I ought to be a hide n’ seek master

I ought to be a frog whisperer

I ought to make a lamp out of plaster

 

I also ought to get some rest because I think I’m crazy from not sleeping

Quinlyn Dalyander

I should do something for the world

I should be kind

I ought to help those in need

I ought to feed the hungry

I should be grateful for what I have

I should make a change

I ought to rise for things I believe in

I ought to study every day

I should have self confidence

I should be brave

I ought to try harder

I ought to learn from my mistakes

I should speak up for others

I should give things my all

I ought to be nice to my sister

I ought to tell people I care

I should keep my room clean

I should eat healthy

I ought to live without a worry

I ought to stress less

I should strive to be better

But not someone else

I should be proud to be me

Kamaria Johnson

I ought to be the girl with the camera

I ought to be, what I what I ought to be

I ought to be the roses in you flower garden

I ought to be what I ought to be

I ought to be the one with messy hair

I ought to be the one who always cares

I ought to be the sound when everything’s quiet

I ought to be what I ought to be

Because at the end, all I can be is me.

Jocelyne Lioe

I ought to be in drops of rain and in thorns of roses,

I ought to be in the soft sweet smell wafting into our noses.

I ought to be in chirps of birds and in the crackling of fire,

I ought to be in the fresh crisp sound echoing like a choir.

I ought to be in rays of sunshine and in sparkles of stars,

I ought to be in the lovely rich sight, never to be claimed as ours.

I ought to be in the baking of bread and in sizzling of oil,

I ought to be in the pleasant savory taste that can easily cause turmoil.

I ought to be in the barks of trees and in clumps of dirt,

I ought to be in the rough bristly feeling of the pieces of chert.

I ought to be in the breeze, the wind that blows through your hair.

I ought to be in quiet exchanges of love between all different pairs.

I ought to be in drying ink on paper, still a messy scrawl.

I ought to be in minor concerns, no matter how small.

I ought to be in droplets of water trickling down from a spring.

I ought to be appreciative of even the tiniest things.

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