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It is hard to be called oh-so perfect
When having to act with what they expect
Is the only way to live my life now
And, yes, I cannot even take a bow

The daffodils are turning crimson red
I cannot rest and lay down on my bed
Because I have something to take care of
When all I want is to get those things off

The river I bathe in is running dry
And whenever I fly up to the sky
Diff’rent airplanes would hit me suddenly
Sending me back to earth reluctantly

And then, I would start looking for the sheep
That was eaten by the wolf as I sleep.





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Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Aug. 6, 2011 at 2:03 pm
It's certainly a nice poem , which is also very relatable. Your rhyming was not it's best , but your word choices and imagery were impressive :)
 
betweenyouandi said...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 10:01 pm
I love the first stanza! And the first line of the second best! Very, very nice!
 
Raytheraym said...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 12:46 am
Very good! I really like the first line of the second stanza.
 
hanging_girl_666This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 16, 2011 at 11:00 pm
Word choice = Amazing!
 
NinjaGirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 16, 2011 at 3:09 pm
I really like your word choice and the theme of the poem. I know how you feel; sometimes I have a million things to do when what I really want is to take a break. Nice job :)
 
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