I once wrote a poem

I once wrote a poem;

It was about my feelings

And it made me feel better.

I once wrote a poem

That I cried while writing

And it made me realize why that’s okay.

I wrote a poem once,

With anger in my heart and fire in my soul.

I wrote a poem once,

That made me realize a lot of things.

Like maybe why I feel the way I do,

And possibly how to fix it.

I once wrote a poem

That meant a lot to me,

But had it destroyed by my teacher.

She only made it better.

I wrote a poem once,

And it was happy with pastels and fluffy clouds.

I wrote a poem many times,

And they all made me feel something.

I read a poem once;

It was about death and it made me think,

Not of how it was sad,

But of how natural it was and how to move on.

I read a poem once,

That I cried while reading.

Then, as I wiped away my tears,

I read it again.

I read a poem once

And I read it for english class.

I had to read it

But it still made me feel what it was meant to.

I read a poem once

That made me laugh out loud in a quiet room,

Then look around to see if anyone saw.

I read many poems, for many reasons,

And they all made me feel something.

That’s why I love poetry

And that’s why I write it too.