Hey Inquisitive writers! I wrote this poem a long time ago, and decided to post it here. Check it out below ⬇️
Hey Inquisitive Writers! Today, January 16th happens to be my birthday! So I decided to write a poem of fall to spring. Enjoy!
She sat there,
eating her delicious mashed potatoes
Not having a care in the world.
This is a question I ask myself everyday. Is Spring here?! Spring is my favorite season of the year, because everything starts blooming. Tens of thousands of flower petals fall onto the road, leaving me and my bicycle to ride over them. This is a picture I took last year of the flowers on the trees:
It was not a comfortable position getting under the tree, but it was so worth it 👍🏽👍🏽. Winter is just the crap, because you never know when you need to turn the AC on, and it wakes you up IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND other reasons where I don’t need to go all caps. Winter forces me to wear the same clothes over and over again. Winter brings colds and viruses, and I just had a virus about a week ago. Winter brings clouds, which is no sun, which leads to unhappy days. If it’s sunny, I’m always in a bright mood. If it’s cloudy or rainy (NOT snowy) I’m in more of a dark mood. When spring starts, I will ride my bike whenever I can, and wear 75% of my clothing. Here’s a short poem that I wrote about spring:
Here it comes
Spring is near
Here it is
Spring is here
Flowers and trees and starting to bloom,
Hurry and get out of your room!
I hear chirping out of my window,
I also hear my neighbor lawnmow
I see a biker without his shirt,
I seriously hope he doesn’t get hurt!
People are taking early vacations,
From all across the different nations!
I sure know that Spring will end,
But surely my sorrow will mend!
Ok, I’m DONE. That is all the riddle that will come out of me. But that is literally what happens in Spring in NJ. See you in a couple weeks Spring!
Oh! Today’s Color Your World Challenge color is melon. Go pastel pink!
Pink smells like cotton candy at your favorite festival park
Pink is Valentine’s Day ❤️
Pink is the feeling of ecstasy and being jubilant
Pink tastes like mushy marshmallows on a hot summer day
Pink is the sound of nothing; pink is calm
Pink makes your eyes pop, and there is nothing you can do but me mesmerized by its tranquility 🎀
Pink makes you feel alive
Pink changes us for a moment, but as you look away from it, you’ll remember the feeling of pink
100% original poem by me!! If you want to sign up for the challenge, click the link above ☝
Who am I? Who are you? These are questions that are sometimes asked. I made a poem that can tell you a little about me.
I am a smart cookie
I am a piece of art
I am a tree
I am nature
I am Google
I am technology
I am discovered
I am ideas
I am a book that’s hard to read
I am a missing puzzle piece
I am a camera
I am the person who sees the world a different way
I light up the world
Who are you?