Day 1

Day 1

 I am willing to take on the impossible challenge of writing 200 poems in 20 day. I must write 200 poems before summer ends. With my busy schedule of seven and a half hours of gymnastics a week, flute practice, and about three weekends at a summer house without internet this just might be impossible. Here I, Grace Bee, go on to accomplish the impossible and write 200 poems in 20 days. A risky thing to do, yet a project I must take on. I am excited to announce my first poem, Tick-Tock,

Tick-Tock  
The gears on the clock are churning,
 
As I wait with my every last breath.
 
Inside a hospital bed,
 
Patiently awaiting my death.
 
 
 
The clock is ticking slowly,
 
As my illness overtakes me.
 
Tears form in my eyes,
 
While I wish for immortality.
 
 
 
My heart pounds slowly like the ticking of a clock.
 
My heart beats and beats fighting for dear life.
 
I see the clock’s arms turning,
 
As I hope to stay alive.
 
 
 
The clock appears to be very young exactly like myself.
 
After all I had only six years of life,
 
And it’s my time to die.
 
I know that I was really bold while I was alive.
 
 
 
The clock is very slow,
 
And my life goes by quickly.
 
I thought about my family,
 
And how I get even sicker.
 
 
 
The clock is gone,
 
And I become blind.
 
That is when I realize,
 
That I have finally died. 

This may be the longest poem that I have ever written. someday i hope for this poem to be published in a big book with all kinds of other poems that i wrote. I hope for the book to be called 200 poems in 20 days. That will surely make me feel accomplished. I hope i do not let you guys down. I must keep writing 10 poems per day in order to fully fill my promise to all of you guys out there reading. Oh please read this. On to my second poem which I will call, Gone.

Gone
 
I walk and walk around the house,
But he is not anywhere.
I search and search in his room,
but it is sorrowly bare.
 
I scavenge for him in my room,
but he cannot be found.
I look and look for him all day,
but he is not around.
 
I search for him in the library,
The place where he always reads.
I search and search for him all day,
Hoping to find him and suceed.
 
I try and try to find him,
but he is just not here.
I search and search everywhere,
but my heart still fills with fear.
 
Tears flow through my eyes,
as I search in one more place.
I hope for him to be there,
and I hope for him to be safe.
 
I walk inside the room.
I look and look around.
That is when I see him,
Laying on the ground. 

I don't know why I fill my poems with sorrow. In fact I am quite a happy person. I have a wonderful younger brother named Bodie. He is only eight years old and he is just about the cutest little thing in the whole wide world. I also have a thoughtful fifteen year old older sister named Paige, who can be grouchy at times. I always remember that she is still nice even when she is in a bad mood. I also have a caring mother and a caring father. My mother is just about the best cook in the whole world and my father is probably the smartest person you will ever know. 

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

A mother and father living far away,

Wanted a daughter to care for,

They found the ingredients to make one,

and then decided to go to the store.

Isle down isle they were looking for,

  The perfect ingredients for their little girl.

They went down an isle for sugar,

To make their daughter sweet,

Then they began to think,

What would their daughter eat?

They decided to buy some baby food,

Then they looked at each other with gratitude.

Next they went down another isle,

So that they could add some spice,

Then they realized that what they needed,

was to find everything nice.

In the end they found,

 The perfect daughter to have around

I think this poem is my favorite poem because i don't normally write these kinds of poems. I usually write those sad sorrowful poems. This poem is funny, and happy instead of sad and heart breaking. I think I should write more funny and happy poems now. That would be nice to see more happy poems in my future. Speaking of future here comes a poem i like to call crystal ball.

Crystal Ball

Past, present, future, whatever you wish to see.

As long as you can handle the truth,

As long as you can confide in me,

As long as you can promise never to forsooth.

Your past will scar you severely.

Your present makes me worried.

Your future is tragic,

Your whole life is filled with sorrow.

Trust me, I don't lie,

You know it in your heart,

I am the crystal ball.

And this is my purpose, my part.

You know what I tell.

Past, present, future, whatever you wish to see.

As long as you can handle the truth,

As long as you can confide in me.

This one was not much of a happy poem, but I am trying to make my poems happier. I am just not used to happy poems thats all. This next one will hopefully be happy like i want it to be. This next one is one of my favorite poems. I love this poem becomes it just seems magical to me. I hope you enjoy this next poem. I like to call this poem, Fairy Boat.

Fairy Boat

Layered in flowers,

And floating away,

Covered in creatures,

  For they couldn't stay.

The creatures were small,

And cute little things,

Traveling along the river, 

Bearing tiny wings.

Creatures of all shapes and sizes,

Colored with pinks blues and greens,

Elegant little creatures,

The size of a jelly bean.

The creatures are known as fairies,

And this is where our boats get their name,

From the elegant creatures always floating by,

The creatures that are so elegant and tame.

I think I am getting better, but there still are some sad poems up my sleave. Anyway I think I found my favorite poem. This poem just seems magical to me and it took me a lot of today to write. Ever since I was little I wondered why they called those beautiful little ferry boats, ferry boats. In the end i decided to make up a reason, because of those beautiful little fairies floating around on there elegant little fairy boats. When I was younger I was extremely interested in fairies. I still have glow in the dark fairy stickers forming the shape of a boat on my ceiling above my bed. Don't ask how i got them on my ceiling, it is a long embarrassing story.

Worry

My eyes become itchy,

As if I would cry,

My head aches of pain,

As if I would die.

It is like a monster,

Eating me up.

Worry and stress,

I've had enough of.

 I can't concentrate,

It makes me sick,

I can't sleep,

Worry is like a tick.

It disturbs me,

It scares me,

it scars me for life.

Worry is everywhere as far as I can see.

It makes me cough,

It makes me cry,

I want it gone,

I don't want tears running down my eyes.

I want it gone,

But it won't leave,

It is here forever,

And this is what I grieve.

I am sorry about another sad poem, but this one is true. I really do feel this way when i get worried or stressed. I just feel like it will never go away. I feel like my worry will just stay here forever and that I would just grow up to be a worried, stressed person who never leaves the house. Sometimes I feel like I am going to grow up to be old and lonely with a thousand cats, but that is just my worry taking over. Anyway my next poem is about a classic story I am sure that you all know about, Robinhood.

Robinhood

Robin was his name.

A notorious crook,

Who stole from the wealthy,

and gave to the poor.

He was an awful person,

And we couldn't stand it,

We had to arrest him,

Before the great riot.

He stole gold, he stole food, and he was so rude!

But robin was fast and we couldn't catch him.

What could we do to get back at the man.

I tried to catch that man in the dim.

Then we realized he was a good guy.

What if we were poor wouldn't we be greatful.

i don't want to catch him.

For if I were poor I would be thankful.

I like this poem because it seems adventurous just like the real live Robinhood himself. He was notorious just like the poem says. I was always curious about Robinhood and i decided that it would be awesome to write a poem about him. The real Robinhood. The notorious crook who helped the poor and stole from the rich. He is the most awesome crook you will ever hear about and he deserves a poem. I am proud to write a poem about the real Robinhood. The true story of a wonderful, modest man.This next poem is funny and happy and it is called my rhino.

My Rhino

I found a rhino at the park,
And I would like to keep him,
He is really cute and really small,
About the size of a kitten.

He likes cheese and peanut butter,
I promise he will be good.
I will train him perfectly,
I really could, I really could.

I would name my rhino Bodie,
And buy him rhino clothes,
I will keep him under my bed,
And I will cover up his sharp nose.

I will keep him happy,
We will play fun games.
He will never be board,
And he will never be lame.

I want to keep this rhino,
He is really, really neat.
Let me keep this rhino,
He is super duper sweet.

I really love this rhino poem because it seems so funny to me. I named this rhino after Bodie because I really care about the rhino in the poem and I also really care about Bodie. Bodie is a wonderful little boy and I am happy to be his older sister.  I decided to right a poem about a unique animal because Bodie is a unique little boy. I am especially proud of this poem and Bodie giggles every time I read it to him. Bodie cares about me and I also care about him so here is a poem just for Bodie the best brother I could have. Thank you Bodie. Next is apoem about believing, I call it Believe.

Believe

I wanted to be a famous actress,

So I went to Hollywood,

I went to a lot of auditions.

But nobody said I could.

I still never gave up,

And I kept on moving forward,

That is when I found a friend,

A friend who was good natured.

My friend said that I could do anything,

I just had to believe,

I tried to do what he said,

And I finally achieved.

I finally became an actress,

And my friend seemed to vanish.

I will never forget that friend,

Who helped me accomplish this.

Please do me a favor,

For my little friend.

If you want to do something,

Always believe you can.

This poem is about my loving caring parents and how they support my dream of wanting to be an Olympic gymnast. It may not happen, but they support me anyway. In the end when the friend vanishes, it symbalizes how people have no idea how much their parents support them. I know my parents support me and I am happy and thankful about that. I am also happy to tell you that this next poem is the last one for today. The next poem is called Ascot Turkey.

Ascot Turkey

 I saw a metal turkey,

He was crossing the street,

He wore a crochet ascot,

And he looked really neat.

He was blue, red, and yellow,

And he was real creepy looking.

He had weird eyes,

And he was amazing at cooking.

The turkey is a vegan,

How does he survive?

He looked super healthy,

And I am glad he is alive.

For last week was thanksgiving,

And most turkeys died,

We bought the little turkey,

And took him inside.

 We make our turkey eat a lot,

We don't want him to be slim.

I can't wait until next thanksgiving,

because we are going to eat him.

That last poem is about a metal chicken in our family room on our fire place. I recently made this chicken a crochet ascot because I was board. It turned out nicely and I guess the turkey was ascot worthy. He is not really a turkey though. He is more of a rooster. An antique rooster to be precise. My mom won the turkey from a game she plays with my family down in Texas. The game is a game we do every Christmas. the game is called White Elephant and it is a super fun and awesome game. I am happy to say this is the last poem of the day and I am done for today. See you tomorrow, Thank you, whoever is listening, if anybody is listening.