I would like to honor the great poets and writers throughout history. They understood, studied, and expressed the power of words. They have the talent to explain what they mean, feel, and need to say. The greatest events in time began with an idea, which was written on paper, and then shared. Some of the greats were revolutionaries, thinkers, and artists. William Shakespeare can be considered a man out of time. Phillis Wheatly was determined for her thoughts to be heard. Thomas Paine spread the word of Common Sense. Hemingway abstractly expressed his view on humanity. Great Powerful WORDS. Words create sentences, which shape stories, causing ideas to form, making people take action. Words formulate big idea.
Using words I wrote a poem with hidden meaning to me, allowing me to remember my past.
Times Hidden Meanings
At the end of May
My dads allergic to Avocados
I want to go and play
Country cows
Home to cats
What should I write now?
I really hate rats
In the Valley of snow
I really loved the flute
And to cook pie dough
I thought that guy was cute
Purple Hills full of money
I felt foreign to its halls
Band had a couple dumb bunnies
Camouflaged painted walls
Home of the tigers they proudly exclaimed
But who would know
My chef coat often got stained
Oh and how it would blow
I feel my brain grow
Pursuing an American dream
I'm so grateful for what I now know
Unexpected friendly faces gleam
The day begins
Arise again
Buttons four
Greens a bit thin
Marveling at passing time
This poem seams unclear
Many memories I've climbed
These thoughts I hold quite dear
Home to cats
What should I write now?
I really hate rats
In the Valley of snow
I really loved the flute
And to cook pie dough
I thought that guy was cute
Purple Hills full of money
I felt foreign to its halls
Band had a couple dumb bunnies
Camouflaged painted walls
Home of the tigers they proudly exclaimed
But who would know
My chef coat often got stained
Oh and how it would blow
I feel my brain grow
Pursuing an American dream
I'm so grateful for what I now know
Unexpected friendly faces gleam
The day begins
Arise again
Buttons four
Greens a bit thin
Marveling at passing time
This poem seams unclear
Many memories I've climbed
These thoughts I hold quite dear
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