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Day 7- “I belong.”

I am back yet again for day seven. Today’s topic is quite interesting so lets see what I can do with it.

Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for your life.

I don’t know why I’m here
I don’t know whether I belong.
Maybe I’m supposed to catch the clouds,
When they decide it’s time to fall.
My branches twisted and gnarly
Covered in hard, withering bark
I’m like and old dying apple tree
that lacks both apples and a heart.
I don’t know why I’m here
I don’t know whether I belong.
Maybe I’m supposed to carry mountains
When they come toppling down.
My leaves abandoned me,
They wilted away turning brownish- grey
I’m like a song
Whose lyrics ran away.
I don’t know why I’m here
I don’t think I fit in at all.
I just know that one day
I’ll be able to stand up strong
and I’ll be able to say,
“I belong.”

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Day 6- Pink Is So Much More

Hey people! So the original prompt for day six was write a poem using your last Facebook status, but since I am not on Facebook I am using another prompt.
Lets begin!

Day 6- Write a poem holding the essence of your least favourite color.

Pink is a color ever so pretty
Like a tulip against the sky.
Pink is a color that is endless
Like love that will never die.
Pink is so much more
Than the color of femininity.
Pink is so much more
Than a color timid and shy.
Pink is boxed into categories
Lets break out from that box
And lets write in infinite ink,
That girls can like the color blue
And boys the color pink!


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Day 5- Pretty Golden Mess

Hey guys!! This is definitely getting me out of writers block! Lets begin with day five. This was really hard😬
Tell me in the comments whether you understood the poem was about lemons by reading it!

Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the words-lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel or sour.

A pretty golden mess,
Succulent, pungent, zesty
I love it but I hate it.

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Day 3- Sunflower Seeds

Hey guys! The topic for day three way very interesting but a little bit hard. I tried it and my poem turned out a mess so I am altering the prompt a little. The book I opened was Ghost by Jason Reynolds and the first word I saw was sunflower seeds.

Day 3- Find the nearest book of any kind. Open any page and use the first word you see to make a haiku.

Little specks of brown
Birthing golden sunflowers
Giving life to light







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Day 2- Even The Skies Are Different For You

Hey! I’m back! The topic for the second day is write a five line poem to the last person you texted. The last person I texted is my brother who moved away for college…so here we go.

Day 2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.

Its been months since you moved away,
I no longer see you every day.
When it’s morning for me it’s night for you.
When for me the sun is shining and skies are blue,
The same skies might be cloudy and gray for you.




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Day 1- The Sea Speaks

Hey guys! Riya@Hmmm… has been doing this 20 day challenge, writing a poem each day on given topics to get out of her writers block so I thought I could join her.

Day 1- Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name. It can be about anything, but not about you or your name.

Tensed whispers coming from the tinted blue sea
A hushed tone, a low voice and it speaks to me.
Ringing deep inside my unfortunate ears
A voice singing words that bring me to tears.

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I am a forester: My experience

Hey guys! I wrote this poem in the view of a forester for a school project and I am sharing it with you guys as well! Hope you enjoy reading! And many apologies for how on and off I am with my posts. I promise I am trying.

I speak for the forest, I speak for the trees
I speak so that they can stand.
I use my voice in the hopes people see
How lucky we are to have tree covered land.

I stay in the woodlands, onsite,
Camping out on the grass covered floor.
I am happy, though I have some sleepless nights,
and cross paths with some wild boar.

The encounters with animals of all kind
Is probably my favourite thing of it all,
For I’ve found lorises that are rare to find
And bobcats who lurk and prowl.

Then there are the trees I get to work with,
Evergreen trees: Red cedar, oak and royal palm,
Deciduous trees: Maple elm and birch.
All deep in the dense forest, yet ever so calm.

I work hard, I find a balance, planting trees nonstop,
Yet people always seem to beat me
For thousands more than what I plant are chopped.
But I will keep trying until people start to love the trees.

I am a forester!
I speak for the forest, for every single tree.
Because they don’t have voices
And because nobody else would speak.