Poetry (revised)

Expression
Of what you feel inside
Happiness,
Sadness,
Love,
Hatred
It is what you make of it
Clay to be molded
Not a hard steel beam
Must be handled carefully
Yet aggressively
A tap
From which all our emotions flow
Life
Death
Beauty
Poetry

Poetry

It is expression
Of what you may feel inside
It is happiness,
Or sadness,
Love,
Or hatred
It is what you make of it
Clay to be molded
Or a hard steel beam
It must be handled carefully
Yet aggressively too
It is a tap
From which all our emotions can flow
It is life
And death
It is beauty

It is poetry

Eric

I have a brother named Eric
At sometimes he’s quite hysteric
But he had a bad day
So stay out of his way

Moppit

My mom had a dog named Moppit
Her fur was like warm dark chocolate
Whenever you call
She would chase her ball
And she’d destroy it bit by bit

Rain

Crystal clear water
Falling from the sky in drops
Washing away dirt
And many humans complain
“I forgot my umbrella”