Shivver, melt

Fluffy, Hot, comfy and warm
Stay like this during a storm

There once was...

There once was a woman from New York
All the while she hoped for a stork
So she went to France
And started to dance
That weird woman from New York.

Flip-de-do

Running, gaining speed and power.
Feet pounding against the springy ground.
Quickly but gracefully, arms do a circle to have my feet lifted off the ground.
Now diving to the blue mat, but hands instinctive catch me,
And push my body up and around, knees crouched as my arms swing down and up
Getting even more power, flipping backwards like this doesn't feel right
Hands saving me yet again pushing me backwards and up.
Feeling my legs fly over my head throwing my body up.
I sigh, my feet hitting the bouncy ground. I did it.

AbStRaCt NoUn PoEm

1)Happiness is like knowing you have someone there.
2)Love is like having the right person always by your side.
3)Hatred is like the sun boiling under your skin.
4)Friendship is like a roller coaster that never stops going in circles and is always going at full speed.

Slave found poem

Lying on the ground,
I look out to sea, a big ship rocking slowly back and forth.
Will I have to go on that ship? Or will i be saved?
I don't know where my mother and father are, but i know they are not here.
I don't want them to be. They are safe and fought off our captures.
On the way to this awful cage a man kept hitting me with a whip, though I had done nothing wrong.
I don't understand these people. Can we do anything right for them?

I have never seen so much water. Where is the end on the other side? As it tosses and
turns, it makes my stomach have the same effect. I feel sick, worried. Am I leaving?
I can't leave. It wouldn't be right.
But there was one thing I was sure of,
..............................................I would see my family again.

Lick

It’s Spikes Sharp As Razors as they flat Against rough like skin
It gets Up as fast as a cheetah but gracefully Like a gazelle.
As it Does, Its Eyes Burn a Red like the sun at fifteen Million degrees.
It takes step that is as long as an eraser.
As its foot, that is as big as a mouse Scrolled, makes a demanding echoing
Pound as it touches the cement-like Ground.
It opens its Mouth a centimeter, as if it were to launch and bite,
But no. Its mouth Open, its tongue like a snakes’, slowly coming
Out of the dark Abyss
As its Tongue slowly and steady coming out farther, it would be as if it were tipped with poison.
It touches me, rough but smooth and softly grazing my face with it bumpy like tongue.
As I wonder,
“did it plan this from the beginning?”
"Was it ever going to hurt me?"
Or is it still making a plan in its pea sized brain?
It takes another tiny step and tilts its head as if to lure me into its fiery eyes. Its tongue comes out yet again,
but it yawns and slowly the hedgehog falls asleep in my hands.

Response to "I know why the caged bird sings"

I know why the Cage Bird Sings

This poem is called “I know why the Cage Bird Sings” By Maya Angelou.

This poem seems to be about slavery and it progress throughout the years and the title seems to sum up the whole poem. “I know why the Cage Bird Sings” kinda like means, like a slave that is captured, but still has a voice and can speak for their people. This poem doesn't really come from the perspective of a person. It’s kind of more like a narrative.

This poem has elements like, it has a little bit of rhyme but really not much for example “The Free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees”. It also has a lot of metaphors for example “But the caged bird stands on the grave of dreams” there are quite a few metaphors but here is another one. “The caged bird leaps on the back of the wind” The metaphors are very wisely used.

There are a few things i like about this poem and those things are, that it makes sense, like it all fits very well together. As the caged bird does more things it still comes together somehow.