She's Not all Darkness
I don't always write about dark stuff, just most of the time. These are short little poems I had to write for school, with the kind they are in (these things) - enjoy!
(Limerick)
There once was a pretty sky lark,
Who thought he could see in the dark,
And when he couldn’t see,
He ran into a tree,
And now he has a bald mark.
(Five W poem)
A six-year-old boy,
Bathed in innocence,
In a place he is spoiled,
All the time,
Because he has never known any different
(Cinquain)
Trees
Maple, Spruce,
Growing, sprouting, shedding,
Amazing until they are
Killed
(Diamante)
Predator
Hunter, Killer,
Wild, ferocious/weak, scared
Running, hiding, blending,
Doomed, helpless,
Prey
There once was a pretty sky lark,
Who thought he could see in the dark,
And when he couldn’t see,
He ran into a tree,
And now he has a bald mark.
(Five W poem)
A six-year-old boy,
Bathed in innocence,
In a place he is spoiled,
All the time,
Because he has never known any different
(Cinquain)
Trees
Maple, Spruce,
Growing, sprouting, shedding,
Amazing until they are
Killed
(Diamante)
Predator
Hunter, Killer,
Wild, ferocious/weak, scared
Running, hiding, blending,
Doomed, helpless,
Prey
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