04/24/15
you may think I’m just
a puny freshman-girl
with brown hair
and hazel eyes
but I know I am more than that
I’m no fish nor fig
nor peacock nor pig
a Firework,
a Loud Outburst of Color
but when I am ready to Flash
I am a Bomb waiting to Explode,
Chaos trying to unravel,
and Pyrotechnics Popping to amaze
but when I perk up
my Fuse Ignites,
a Dance of Color emerges
I Shoot between the Stars
people watch in Awe
and gaze up at my Insanity
I Illuminate the Sky with Beauty
Spreading Spectacular Blasts
I will never stop the Glow
until the Celebration passes,
the Explosion stops,
the Fuse Burns out,
and the Sky darkens at my Flashing ends
then I start over
start over my Burst
start over my Explosion
start over my Insanity
start over my Illumination
the puny freshman-girl
with brown hair
and green eyes
is a Firework
a Loud Outburst of Color
that Dances through the Sky
Add some color, design, clipart to your poem so it is visually creative and appealing. Remember you are trying to feature your very best work and creativity, work ethic, and genius. K? Mrs. W