poem #1
We call jealousy the red-eyed monster
With my rugged and unattractive features
I've been battling that demon my whole life
ugly, popped, disgusting, i've been called all
To me jealousy is a feature of hatred
people are jealous of me like a tiger is of a lion
if you stop loving me little by little
I shall stop loving you little by little.
I am using simile and metaphor
Monday, April 14, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The Wrong Path
poem #2
Two paths, one with blurr and one with darkness
Ring,Ring,Ring, the phone rings
and sorry, we took the wrong one with confidence
out of no where maps and compasses and things
were lost, and were all most on "E"
not a gas station near by
with all then blurr were startin not to see
Timmy takes time to ask the lord why
Two paths, one with blurr and one with darkness
Ring,Ring,Ring, the phone rings
and sorry, we took the wrong one with confidence
out of no where maps and compasses and things
were lost, and were all most on "E"
not a gas station near by
with all then blurr were startin not to see
Timmy takes time to ask the lord why
The World and Love
Poem #5
The world will never know
How quickly love can grow
between two very different souls
It doesnt matter if were here or there
because love is in the air
Your spirit is everyday
inside and out, through all the changes
we stood at the crossroads and staired
in each others eyes
like we was in outer space
I used simile and personification
The world will never know
How quickly love can grow
between two very different souls
It doesnt matter if were here or there
because love is in the air
Your spirit is everyday
inside and out, through all the changes
we stood at the crossroads and staired
in each others eyes
like we was in outer space
I used simile and personification
One Monday Morning
poem #3
One Monday morning
feeling that this day would be boring
tired from all of the worsiping and singing from the night before
then out of no where here comes the yawn loud as a lions roar
time to titey up for school my mom scream
i thought we were on the same team
One Monday morning
feeling that this day would be boring
tired from all of the worsiping and singing from the night before
then out of no where here comes the yawn loud as a lions roar
time to titey up for school my mom scream
i thought we were on the same team
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