Poetry from the soul
this is a project I had to do for English 12. Make a poem that showed two sides of us. It can be good or bad... yin yang. I did what people see of me..and the real me when I'm by myself
The tiger
Spazzy, excited,
Bouncy little tigger
Yet mellow when need be
Strong
Strong for others, strong for friends
For they are her prized jewels in this world
Bands together like a pack
A pride. Very few but still together like family
Bright colors. Open-minded, unique
Showing her creativity, imagination though her stripes
Happy pictures, vibrant, speaking for itself
Sunshine, clouds, frolics
Through Never-ending field of green
The energetic goofball to some, the optimist.
this is a project I had to do for English 12. Make a poem that showed two sides of us. It can be good or bad... yin yang. I did what people see of me..and the real me when I'm by myself
The tiger
Spazzy, excited,
Bouncy little tigger
Yet mellow when need be
Strong
Strong for others, strong for friends
For they are her prized jewels in this world
Bands together like a pack
A pride. Very few but still together like family
Bright colors. Open-minded, unique
Showing her creativity, imagination though her stripes
Happy pictures, vibrant, speaking for itself
Sunshine, clouds, frolics
Through Never-ending field of green
The energetic goofball to some, the optimist.
The fairy
Quiet, meek
An introvert in her own forest
Yet comes out when need be
Observent
Watchful of others, watchful for herself
For it is hard to trust for this one
Rather to stand alone than be by herself
A solitary creature. By herself, No one else
Dark colors. universal, but still unique
Wings that show her apart from others yet she doesn’t
Barley seen Quiet like her writings
Moonlight, Clouds, walks
Trough the unknown desert in the cold rain
The wise philosopher to some, the lost soul
Quiet, meek
An introvert in her own forest
Yet comes out when need be
Observent
Watchful of others, watchful for herself
For it is hard to trust for this one
Rather to stand alone than be by herself
A solitary creature. By herself, No one else
Dark colors. universal, but still unique
Wings that show her apart from others yet she doesn’t
Barley seen Quiet like her writings
Moonlight, Clouds, walks
Trough the unknown desert in the cold rain
The wise philosopher to some, the lost soul
Quote of the day
"She was such a nice little girl....now shes such an ingrate."
-Hoppusai


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