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Poetry of Our Lives
Five syllables here
Seven more syllables there.
I will say no more.
I swung the bowling ball,
But it slipped and flew backwards.
You had to be there.
It was not funny,
Her fear of cats and puppies
Was hilarious.
I don’t know how to
Juice. Lemon-squeezy, for
Me, isn’t easy-peasy
He tried to make a
Turkey call, but only the
Chickens came running
As I gaze upon
The stars, I realize how
Small we truly are
The wind howls by day
But whispers secrets to me,
Once night has fallen
Alone with the trees,
I have nowhere else to be,
My thoughts and the trees
Wishing on the night
Sky, wanting to hear Mother’s
Gentle lullabies
Dandelion in
The grass, your time has passed, this
Cold September day
People are flying
The ashes are frightening
Children are crying
The towers come crashing
There is nothing left to do
There is a spider-web
Stuck in my head, the wind can
Not shake it, nothing
Will break it, it’s not so bad
Now that ideas grasp on
The beautiful trees
Many shades of orange, red,
And green, in the cool
Autumn breeze, the leaves dance on
Down while falling from the trees

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Most of my inspiration came from my surroundings and experiences. For instance, the senryu about bowling was something that had actually recently happened to me. Also, when I was having troubles finding another poem to write, I used that to create the tanka on spider-webs in my, which just resembled that my head had already emptied out all my ideas. Strangely enough, I received my idea about 911 from watching my younger brother destroy the towers he had made from toy build blocks. Looking at what was going on around me, and on what I was/had experienced, helped me write my poems.