write your own or find one on the internet(credit given of course) about your week!
They try to give math a happier spin
"How many times can this number go in?"
As if you are part of some numerical clique
Because you can find a square root extra quick.
It's always "add up," time's up," "divide up,"
That keeps me looking down, counting down, feeling . . . yup.
I can't find the angle for a celebration
When numbers and math are in the equation!!!
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Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be betterTo paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.
~ Rose Milligan
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Love this poem - thank you ella-bee x
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You are welcome.
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My week was bad
maybe not bad but just not good,
living life is harder than a piece of wood,
some wood is soft but not this kind,
the kind I mean is like from a mine,
maybe the wood I have in mind,
not wood at all but rather mined,
like coal or silver gold or iron,
tough stuff like they use in wires,
shiny lumps that don't get tired,
even stronger when they're fired,
when I got fired I got sad,
no more apps for my ipad,
or dressing up in fancy plaid,
just saying sorry to my dad,
defaulting on my student loan,
airplane mode turned on my phone,
cartoons cover while I groan,
I lied I never charge my phone,
but here's the part that is uplifting,
think of something instead of shifting,
um like maybe life is gifting?,
even when it feels like grifting?,
yeah like life is what you make it ,
does that sound good or like I faked it?,
was my week bad because I made it?,
or am I sad and just ill fated?,
no more questions that's just lazy,
and the punctuation's crazy,
there's an answer and it's "Maybe.",
that's no help and rather flakey!
all I really want to see,
is if life's tough or is it me,
am I the wood cut from the tree,
arrested growth just standing free?,
if I'm so tough I should be steady,
or maybe I am like a getty,
smashed by waves and unmanned dinghies,
since I'm too stiff to catch a frisbee,
see now this poems got me all worried,
haven't learned why my mind is flurried,
but that's okay I'm in no hurry,
soon this week will all be blurry,
maybe next week will be good!
at least not hard like a piece of wood,
either way it's understood,
poetry is difficult I need practice...
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wow thats good!
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Thanks! that was fun 😎
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