
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.