Poetry, written in 6th grade. Each poem was written to further the understanding of a respective type of poetry and figurative language. I have 8 total, but published 5. Lemme know if you'd like more !
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I am the surging water, ready to get out. Into the world. Ready to be independent.
My mother is the sand, paving the way for the water to flow. Guiding the others. She is like the gravity that holds the oceans. Together.
My step-dad is the sea foam, floating along and constantly there, supporting.
My father is the riptide. He pulls me back. He is the voice in my head telling me to settle, to take care of the others. But as insignificant and persuasive as a grain of sand.
And the burdens of the past like hurricanes. Hurricanes that anger everyone, that rule everything up. Hurricanes that end with my family, scattered in all directions.
But always we end up together. Everyone abandons their hobbit holes and come together. Talking through it, reconstructing. Rebuilding.
This one is funny. Cause I came up with it at Whiskey Joes (it's a restaurant) in Florida, where I used to live. I wrote it before we moved. It's such a reminder of the gorgeous beaches and stuff. I miss it sometimes. This one was to practice metaphors. Check the description.
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