Poem #1 by Mikana (me)
Here is my poem from 5th grade. Nothing changed, no matter how much I wanted to make it better. Enjoy~
It is everything
and nothing
simple as pie
It is the moon,
with a rainbow variety of colors.
Some are silky,
others rough,
none equally proportioned.
An earthy incense, like dirt,
transformed into mud
by a warm evening shower
after sunset's fiery fingertips
retreats,
letting twilight reign until dawns hopeful rays
blossoms into view.
It is untouched by man.
No curious 5-year old fingertips
dull its glossy sheen.
Every scratch and crater
on this unique item
is viewed by hunting,
prey-seeking, fierce eyes
that belong on a forever-scowling
red-tailed hawk in his prime.
This, is a pebble.
Okay. So. Yeah. That was painful. But remember, FIRST PLACE. Granted, there were more than one first place, but WHATEVER.
Moving on, I will try to get my friend Avren (fake name that she chose) to let me publish hers on here. Hers is about a peppermint candy. (And its better than mine, it also got first place)
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A Poem From 5th Grade
PoetrySo, I was reading a rant book (Haters Gonna Hate), and he ranted about the shitty poems on Wattpad. I happened to write a poem in 5th grade about a pebble, and mentioned it, since I had gotten 1st place in a county fair. So, someone said "Haha, I'd...
