To keep our Earth green
we must keep it clean
To make our Earth better
we must stop the litter
So let’s start to recycle
and let’s start to repair
To keep our ocean blue
we must find a clue
Our planet is in danger
we treat it like a stranger
We clean every trash we see
and we never cut a tree
The planet has to be clean
and the trees should remain green
In the stormy night I shiver like never before
I shake like a rattlesnake all night
I look out the window
I got quite a scare
A flash hits my eyes and everything goes dark
Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door
I gulp harder then ever.
Sky lighter
Earth heater
Night sleeper
Power giver
Sea shiner
Snow melter
Light creator
Flame thrower
Bright blazer
Color changer
Jarvis was jumping
with his jumping jam
He then saw a cam
and said then, “Oh damn”
After a while
he saw a big pile
so he jumped up upon it
and set out this sonnet
I wake up in hesitation but I wake up to smell fresh lemon,
I see the grass – I picture a meadow.
What I picture comes to life only if I say.
I blink- in shock, I blink.
Oh I dreamed!
Everybody says I have to dream
But should I dream or make my so called dreams be fulfilled?
My achievements are mine
But I feel that adrenaline melt away.
My makings are mine – but people send them away.
I ask my friends “How was your day” but I know they are fake friends
because real friends tell me anyway.
The point I’m trying to make is probably confusing so I’ll say,
Don’t change
If you change
Be bold
Be brave
Be strong
Be wise
Be
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But don’t throw you life away.
Life is amazing – YES! Think that way
Now the question(s) are
Will you change?
I wake up
I wake up in hesitation
I can’t bother to open my eyes because
I can only hear my dreams that I would of had
I only dream, dream big- yeah that’s what they told me
But my dreams are so high they could outrun the sky
Even though a rocket shoots high my creativity flies
The best achievements I’ve made are minute and practice can do better:
Winning a poetry award the day I couldn’t even spell “leather”
My posters being hung up now I realise my mistakes I try again-
I love to raise the stakes.
Life is not getting better
LIFE IS GETTING BETTER!
I know, if I could underline I would underline this whole paragraph!
My friends come along so I ask how’s your day
But I only have fake friends because real friends would tell me anyway.
I wonder, what will I make today then night comes and ideas fade away.
Which idea faded away?
I wake up
I wake up in hesitation
Pens come in different colours, shapes and sizes,
They are unique in their own way.
Some never take a break and they write, write, write.
Some are neglected by their owners so they fight, fight, fight.
Too much pressure on a pen makes it stop one day,
Everyone knows that but they never have a spare
A spare to replace the one that passed away.
The ink in a pen flows into the paper:
It ends up making a story.
Each pen has its own story
But are stories ever perfect?