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.”
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!
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
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.
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.