Hurricane- Great title, right?;)
By: Me, Pure Awesomeness!
P.S. This is my first poem ever. Wrote it back in 5th grade!
Shining bright water and calm waves are
dying.
The sharp tides are rising with strength like a bull.
Harsher and harsher, the clouds are they crying.
Skies turning black, black as that of
coal.
Trees on the ground are swaying and
flying.
Wind circling and pushing and certainly pulling.
Crashing and thundering and crying and screaming.
Waves splashing and rising and covering the earth.
Kids running and running and crying and weeping,
While wind and water are showing their
worth.
The world is she in pain, her clouds keep moping,
Her seas keep rising, and her floors are covered.
Wind fighting fierce as fierce as a
lion,
Winning the battle and controlling the
air.
The water the color, there is no more
cyan.
The water is grey, I think of blue no
more.
It lost its pretty color and is no more
joyful.
It lost its happy tune and forever will be
dull.
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So now that I think about it, it's kind of depressing. But that was the theme the teacher gave me. Please VOTE!
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Poetry: Random Things
PoetryMy poetry about Random Things that popped into my head or I was forced to write about by my teachers! Hope you like it!
