Sep 2016
A forest of green
Bamboo stalks surround us
With long thin leaves
Before they were taken by thieves
Tasty bamboo
Growing out askew
The sky is blue
It’s a wonderful view
A-choo!
(Short pause)
A-choo!
A panda has the flu
As I look in the distance
I see the end of their existence
Humans and machines
Destroying their land by any means
Their Bamboo has been taken
And replaced with smoke
This is no joke
No humans spoke
Until they finally awoke
To see the pandas are dying
In what was once their land
All by our hand
Not quite what we had planned
Maybe we should’ve thought of this beforehand
Bamboo stalks surround us
With long thin leaves
Before they were taken by thieves
Tasty bamboo
Growing out askew
The sky is blue
It’s a wonderful view
A-choo!
(Short pause)
A-choo!
A panda has the flu
As I look in the distance
I see the end of their existence
Humans and machines
Destroying their land by any means
Their Bamboo has been taken
And replaced with smoke
This is no joke
No humans spoke
Until they finally awoke
To see the pandas are dying
In what was once their land
All by our hand
Not quite what we had planned
Maybe we should’ve thought of this beforehand
In my Creative Writing class we are supposed to describe a mind of someone, real or fake, as if it were a place. I think I did that, and added on a little bit.
Anyways I really liked how it turned out. Hope you guys do too!
Also, if you read through my poems lately they're meant to be happy then result in death. Jeez my mind must be very dark haha. I wonder what it'd be like to write a poem about my own head as a place.
Anyways I really liked how it turned out. Hope you guys do too!
Also, if you read through my poems lately they're meant to be happy then result in death. Jeez my mind must be very dark haha. I wonder what it'd be like to write a poem about my own head as a place.
