Ode

Sometimes, I'll see my friends post beautiful pieces of poetry The words flow so well And everything rhymes Without being obnoxious or obvious Everything is deep and beautiful and it makes me think that I’d like to write a poem, too Then I remember something important I’m no good with rhymes But then I remember something else Free verse It doesn’t have to rhyme, you can say whatever you want If you want to end one line with dancing sugar cubes And the next with quickly running clouds You can do that Because It’s Free verse And it doesn’t have to rhyme So then I thought of what I could write about And I wrote about all the things I love I wrote about staring up at the sky when it’s snowing About the way it feels like angel wings beating softly Against your face I liked that line I thought it was very poetic So I wrote some more I wrote about the way the lake looks On a sunny day when the sky Is reflected on its surface Like a mirror Into another world I wrote about that feeling you get When you swing So high That you almost fall out of the seat Like if you let go, you would keep flying Forever and never Have to come Back Down But I wasn’t finished yet, so I wrote about When you walk outside on one of those days When the sun is shining and it’s warm and the breeze blows Just enough On days like that Everything is so beautiful That I have To laugh with joy And I wrote about the way the trees look After a spring rain And about that certain shade of red the sky turns In the fall When the sun sets And about sitting in a forest and watching the rain Fall On The Leaves But then I thought that maybe I wasn’t being Critical Enough So I wanted to write about All the things I hated But nothing came to me So I wrote about a princess instead And I wrote about the smell of rain And the feel of warm paper And I wrote About Poetry