I wrote this poem earlier today and thought I’d share.
Most of the things in this poem are things I’ve imagined at one point or another. 😉
I’m not just staring, I’m thinking.
Thinking of all I can be.
I’m not playing with math, I’m a navigator.
Navigating a stormy sea.
I’m not on a bed with a blanket.
I’m tucked under an eagle’s wing.
And this thing that I’m on is a rocketship,
Not just a playground swing.
The mess in my room isn’t mine,
I’m a poor slave forced to clean it up.
And I haven’t decided what it does yet,
But there’s an amazing elixir in my cup.
This isn’t people watching from a tree,
I’m scouting for enemy spies.
My hammock goes below deck on a ship
As soon as I close my eyes.
The trees in my yard are Sherwood Forest
And I am Robin Hood.
My bike is a steed and I am the rider,
A noble defender of good.
And when people say I’m nothing
I just smile at their lies.
I am not what I seem, you see.
I’m a hero in disguise.
Hope you liked it!
Do you have a favorite line or verse?
Please comment and tell me!