I Have to Start Somewhere

Whenever I watch too much TV(like this week), I want to write so badly about something that a lot of people would like(like now), and yet, I have NO ideas. To hopefully inspire me, here's a free-verse poem(no rhyming, essentially boring, but still considered a poem) to tell you my dilemma.

What to Write?

What to write? What to write?

Science Fiction will too soon be no longer be Fiction, just a disappointment,

Fairy Tales almost never come true,

Plays are too hard to get people to read,

Non-Fiction is boring,

Musicals require too much creativity,

Ballads are usually corny,

Poems are too short,

Essays are too long,

I guess I'll go write another blog post about it.

-Original poem by Rayanna

-Inspiration: Shel Silverstein

~Rayanna~

Hair

This is the second poem for English class:

Streaming Gold

Her hair went on for miles,
Blonde and beautiful,
She got so many compliments from everyone,
It continued to make them baffle.

She didn’t like it much or at all,
For it made her feel sad,
It required too much work,
Having to brush it made her mad.

It didn’t care about the pain she would endure,
It knotted up in her sleep,
She did everything she could, but it persisted,
Just until her alarm would beep.

She needed to get rid of it,
The knots began to look like argyle,
She did something unthinkable and so,
It soon became depressing as it landed in a pile.
-Rayanna
Wow, poems don't seem that long when you're writing them! I owe my inspiration to Shel Silverstein and these poems:
THE FLY IS IN
ZEBRA QUESTION
HAMMOCK
and THE BRIDGE.
~Rayanna~

Personal Poem

We have to write 2 poems for school tomorrow. I really like writing poems. At the moment I am stuck on my last poem, but here's my first:

Personal Poem

I honestly don’t see the point, there’s not much to celebrate.
Everyone has a story, mine’s not really that great.
I like Aquamarine and acoustic guitars.
I don’t really care much for cars.

I’m accident prone.
I hate to be alone.
I can’t play floor hockey or whistle very well.
I love Alexis Bledel.

I love white daises.
I can’t drink hot cocoa when it blazes.
I eat cheese burgers.
I like to walk through apple arbors.

I watch Disney channel.
I don’t know what I’d do if this poem was in front of a judge’s panel!
Rockets are cool when they blastoff.
This poem is a monster I have to ward off.
~Rayanna~