Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Letter Poem

O
An o
Just a mere zero
But also the world
A wheel on a car
A clock on a wall
A circle
An orange
A basketball
An eye
A cheese wheel
Or a pizza
A disc
A button
Orange
Owl
Onomonopia
Octopus
Organic
Orlando
Octagon
Olive
Original
Oval

Hate Poem

You’re in my language class
And you are full of sass
Your face looks like the moon
And you’re just a goon

Your eye is beyond repair
And I can’t help but stare
And as this poem comes to an end
I hope you know that you’re my friend

Full moon in the darkness of the night sky. It is patterned with a mix of light-tone regions and darker, irregular blotches, and scattered with varying sizes of impact craters, circles surrounded by out-thrown rays of bright ejecta.