I wasn't falling before;
I know I wasn't.
Didn't have that feeling
Like a floating rock
Or a parachute plummeting
Down,
Down,
Down.
I was flying before
Like a bird overseas
Over the blue ocean waves
Gliding along with the breeze
Gravity pulls
Like a magnet
Down into the waters
Down in the depths to the bottom
Birds can't go in water
It's like a fantasy
Too extravagant for realism
Too dangerous for consideration
I'm not flying
I'm falling
Into the ocean
And under the blue
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
