Poems from Third Grade

Usually my poetry

sucks

and it will often be horrible

but that may just be my poems from

3rd grade

where we were learning online

and no one had any secrets in their family.

Actually, now that I think about it

all of my work from 3rd grade was

terrible

and lacking in indentation

punctuation

grammar of

any sort.

So now

I make sure that either I am actually in the mood for

poem-ing (Is that a word? It better be a word, after the "secretism" incident...)

or

I make it widely known

that my poems are

terrible.

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

More by Calico Frost

  • The rain

    The rain scares me

    intimidates me

    loud and imposing and looming

    often arriving with thunder

    lightning

    sometimes power outages

     

    The rain comforts me

    soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships

  • Safe space

    My virtual home

    where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography

    where I can be loved by other people like me

    where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought

  • Walking home

    This is when all my thoughts merge

    into one big cloud

    chasing me everywhere

    demanding things

    this is when I answer

    when I walk home

    when I contemplate reality

    life

    existence in general