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Sprinkles are fun

They make my tummy feel like a loved one

A yummy delicious cupcake sounds good

With shower of sprinkles on top

The feeling of deliciousness inside

Makes me feel like a bride

Cupcakes are my obsession

If I don't have them I am put into a depression

If you eat my cupcake

I might bite you

If you make me one

You will be my favorite Hun

I found crumbs of a once living cupcake

It made my gums go numb

I knew someone ate my cupcake

They were going to pay

I made another batch

Just waiting for the death match

I poisoned them Hoping the crook will eat one

Then my job will be done

I wait for the cupcakes to cool

But the smell is getting to me

I am tempted to eat one

But I know the after effects won't be fun

The next day I forgot about the tampered cupakes

So when I saw the deliciousness I felt pampered

I ate away

I felt the poison run through my veins

Then I realized my hateful doing

Has got me brewing

The starry night sky

Is where I lay alone

It is beautiful,relaxing and I feel free

I set my imagination free

I watch the stars glitter in the sky

When I do that, I never feel alone

I feel the soul of my sister,when I am alone

When I am with her she sets me free

She waves to me in the dark weary sky

I will never forget her, she never leaves me alone, I see 

her smile thought the clouds in the sky and it sets me 

free.

The gloomy sky's were a tarp

The tears have dried

The clouds have faded

The sun is starting to shine through the cracks

The tears have dried

The prayers haven't worked

The sun is starting to shine though the cracks

It's his time to go

The prayers haven't worked

The air is full of sorrow

It's his time to go

He later rejoices in the clouds of heaven

The air is full of sorrow

The skys became clearer

He later rejoices in the clouds of heaven

The tears turn into joy for he is in a better place

The skys became clearer

The clouds have faded

The tears turn into joy for he is in a better place

The gloomy sky's were a tarp

Roundel poem

I fell to my knees

When I heard the news

I was sitting there in displease

It was no fun cruz

There were so many bites it looked like a tattoo

I just thought to myself “Geez”

My friends knee looked as if it were a case of abuse

It was from the deadly attack from the bees

She is allergic so there was no excuse

Then it started to ease with the sudden breeze

It was no fun cruz

There once was a butterfly

She flies from flower to flower

Looking for pollin to renew her energy

She loves to fly

It was all she had known in life

She believed that the most beautiful gift is life

The world gave her a thrilling amount of energy

She was a beautiful butterfly

The pollin filled the air from the pink flower

go gave her the gift to fly

Sometimes it hurt her to fly

It was just her normal life

But she always managed to get pollin from the flowers

After all she was just a butterfly

it was never ending; her energy

Her presence filled the town with beauty and energy

But all she was known as is a butterfly

She felt like the sky was the limit when she decided to fly

She lived a beautiful life

She always smelled like a flower

She filled the air with laughter and yummy smells of flowers

Her imagination was like a parachute; all it did was fly

The green forest wasn't her home it was her life

She had random burst of energy

But she was gorgouS inside and out; the butterfly that is.

This butterfly I call mom she smells like a flower and gives out all her energy to me and sometimes when she gets 

irritated she needs to fly away for a bit but thesis her life

Love

Love is not a thing to understand.

Love is not a thing to feel.

Love is not a thing to give and receive.

Love is a thing only to become 
And eternally be.

Repition

-1 stanza

-4 lines

-the poem is about how love 

has its ups and downs

-authors purpose is to show us 

what love is.

Life

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,


And what I assume you shall assume,


For every atom belonging to me

 
as good belongs to you.

1 stanza

- 4 lines

-peronification

-The author wants us to celebrate and rejoice in 

life

-Setting is the living and breathing air around us

-theme- Don’t take your life for granite

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