Today I argued about a poem I wrote,
I was proud of this poem I wrote,
But was this a poem a poem?

They said not.
I called it free verse,
they called it a story.
I said it was descriptive,
they said I don't see it sorry.

I showed this poem to someone else who said it was a poem.
This person was my music teacher,
who teaches I.B. English,
they said my poem was fine.

To Day I walked home from school and I saw a bus,
This bus was full of people but it displayed,
not in service.

so now I wonder what makes a poem,
what makes a bus in-service?

It is weeks after now,
I have answered my question.

A poem is what we make it to be,
the bus and I are poetic,
though a city bus doesn't write.
It still made poetry.

So my dear people,
do you remember Shakespeare?
He broke the rules of English so often,
His words became the rules.

If you remember what this man once said,
Then the question, you will understand.
I have asked it differently,
his answer was incomplete.

To be,
Or not to be?
But to agree or not agree.

that is the question.
that is poetry.

at the sight of dawn,
I wake with a heavy yawn.
I wish to wake no more,
Wake- wake up.

I do not wish to wake today,
Nor tomorrow,
or the weeks to come.

Do not think to bury me,
turn me into ash-
I belong to the sea.

So here I am not knowing if this is goodbye,
I'd love to finish life,
but too tired try.

I believe I am ready,
to go down with the sun.
I shall leave when the clock calls it dusk.

let me close these sleepy eyes.
and leave this scary wake behind.

To be a tree or be the sea,
I don’t know what I would be,
A tree stands tall, but the sea flows through it all.
I would be a tree in a ball,
While the sea is still at call,

I could be a tree with my roots in the bay,
Or a tree dark at night, and the sea another day.
Maybe I’d be the sun,
I’d shine so bright; I would give people light.
I could be the rain wash the sun away,
I would provide a good amount of clay.
I do like the idea of the wind,
But compared too the sun that idea is dim.

I don’t know what I would be.
I guess I’ll be any force of nature,
So, I could mold the earth’s structure,
Like a child is molded by its mother.

If I was a tree, I would soon die old,
Where if I was the sea, I would spend three months frozen cold.
Where if I was the sun the clouds would steal my shine,
That would make poor sun cry.
So down comes the rain and there just wished away.
And if I was the wind, I would just cause a struggle,
So, papa would get mad so I would be in trouble.
This is why the force of nature works as a team,
So why can’t we.