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Shape Poem

A roof,

A door,

A window,

Are placed orderly.

It may be new or old but it must stay there.

At least maybe it should. Maybe it shouldn’t here.

More come more go but it stays still till broken down.

One story, two story, 3 story, whatever you want.

This have walls to store things no matter what.

It has rooms full of designs and items throughout.

This has a bed, closet, tv, desks, drawers and others.

They have outlets, sinks, showers, air conditioner.

They hold a family for years. Even most important,

Memories that had been shared through laughter,

Even pain, emotions, without luck the best thing.

Word Poem

There ain’t any inconspicuous posters,

It’s not clear or visible at all in the school.

 

About this time of day may change,

Unless it’s inconspicuous to the eye,

And absolutely of no importance whatsoever.

 

Even places are inconspicuous;

They include a theater,

Of inconspicuous people,

No one to run into until,

They ome out and show you.

 

Nobody is hidden,

Until you finally reveal,

Who or what you are,

Whether it’s in a public place,

Or at home,

You will forever hold in peace being inconspicuous.

 

Under the Mountain

 

Up in the clouds,
Yelling loud,
“Flying over the mountain!”
The dragons by my side,
I spied,
A fairy castle in the in the sky,
A wervyn said “Hi”,
When I was flying over the mountain!
I plunged down,
And saw a little town,
Under the mountain!
Dwarves pound on an anvil,
What will they unveil,
A sword of gold for me,
Foam welcomes me to the sea,
Drowning slowly in black,
I see lilac,
It was all a dream
The land under the mountain!