I am unappreciated to the world
I am seen as a dead plant
I'm stubborn
I want to grow out
but the gardener keeps pulling me out
I want to spread out everywhere
Nothing is gonna stop me from growing
I am the weeds in your garden
Not appreciated by the gardener
but still apart of this garden
I keep growing, not gonna stop
I am the weeds in your garden
I can easily understand your poem. The words you used were very definite and well explained. I like the word choice you used.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you described yourself as a weed--not many people are willing to say that they could be the equivalent of something so small and unimportant. But when I saw what direction you were taking your poem in, I was quite entertained. Try not to be so repetitive, though. Overall, you did well.
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ReplyDeleteI chose this blog because it seemed interesting and it was a good poem.
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