The Amazon Tree Deep in the Amazon, a tree stands tall. It thinks to itself, âI'm not important at all. They don't care, they don't think. People come and cut us down. They turn us into paper, and we're spread around town. I've seen it happen to us, at so many times. We're turned into lumber, and sold in packs of nines. They'll come for me soon, I know it's true. but when my time comes, I'll have nothing to rue.â
Poem of a Poem I like writing poems. I thinks it's fun. You can fill them with rhymes, and maybe some puns. You can write all day. Writing through the night. Some poems are scary. They can give you a fright. Poems don't have to make, a whole lot of sense. My mom just gave me, five dollars and ten cents. We are coming to the end, of this very fun poem. My hair is messy, I need a comb.
Pardon the weird symbols in 'The Amazon Tree'. I copied it from a word doc and they are supposed to be'' marks. Also, I'm only accepting original poems. No classics allowed.
Conversation Poem My teacher wants a poem. 'I can't write a poem.' I told her. 'It's impossible. It would take forever.' She smiled and said 'That's okay.' I'm afraid that I might just get an 'F'. So I took out my paper. I sharpened my pencil. I wrote our conversation down, and now I already done.
Stork When I woke one morning, a stork was on my head. I asked it 'What are you doing there?' He looked at me and said, 'I'm here to hide from a bear. He gave me quite a scare. I was flying in the sky, When something caught my eye. Large and brown I wanted to see, What it turned out to be. It was a bear, mighty and tall, I fell and hit him, I barely made it out at all. So I flew to your house, so I could hide, and so the bear thinks I've died.' I looked at the stork, has was a crazy as a clown, I said 'There are no bears in town.' He looked at me and said, 'Your info is poor, the bear is standing right at your door.'
My Dog My dog's fur is white and his eyes are brown. He likes rides in the car that take him around town. I had him when he was little. I have him now he's big. He is quite mischievous. He just ate the figs. He is now gnawing on the table, and chewing my shoe, He gets sick all the time and now he's turning blue.
I Can't Write a Poem I can't write. My head feels like it is going to explode. My dog is barking. My mom is nagging. My sister is bugging me. My computer is crazy. I can't stop snacking. My keyboard is sticky. My chair is too hard. I'm running out of time. My ideas are running away. Time's up? Finally. My brain can rest. Great, my teacher gave me an 'F'. Thanks a lot. The next poem won't be much better.
Thanks for the addition Fallen950!
My New Haiku My new Haiku is, What I am writing right now. I am having fun.
