I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him

when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there

Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down

When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight

This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do

My girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat

On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother

A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous

Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories