My Poetry Is…

By: Tyla M.

 

Poetry is a seed

blossoming into

a beautiful red rose.

 

Poetry is a crowd

of very hot students

jumping into a huge,

blue pool.

 

Poetry is a flock

of hungry hawks

desperate for food.

 

Poetry is the first

clear tear that is

about to fall out

of my eye and onto

my face.

 

Poetry is a big scary

wave a confused

person gets caught in

and tries to find an easy

way out without dying

or losing breath.