Poem Week Day 7 | Topic:- Bird 🐦

Hello! Again, sorry for the late post, I was at my grandparents’ place 😅. This is the last day of Poem Week, and I’m so glad to know that most of you enjoyed it 😁! The next poem week will be in August (Please remind me 🙂) Anyways, today’s topic is birds and I’m quite excited to see how this will turn out! Each stanza is about a different bird.

Read the other poems here:-

Poem Week© ✍| Day 1 | Topic:- Blue

Poem Week Day 2 | Topic:- Perfume

Poem Week Day 3 | Topic:- Sun

Poem Week Day 4 | Topic:- Pencil ✏📝

Poem Week Day 5 | Topic:- Popsicle

Poem Week Day 6 | Topic:- Chocolate 🍫

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"Tweet, tweet!" cries a little bird,
happily, after a little turd. 
He flies into the air,
and disappears of somewhere.

A parrot lands near a tree, 
It's an escaped pet, with a collar that reads Marie (Maa-rie, not Mary)
She screeches loudly,
And other birds of her kind welcome her proudly. 

A beautiful black soars around the city,
And steals ones' bread without any pity.
"Caw, caw!" jeers the crow, 
And the man's anger began to overflow. 

The next, fine morning, a cockerel wakes up,
And the resident's slumber, he wants to interrupt.
The man wakes up with a start, 
A start so fast that, maybe he did a little fart.

All the way down at the south,
lives the penguins, some tall, some stout.
These black and white beauties, 
go around doing their duties. 

A peacock dances in the rain, 
And the dance is so insane. 
Once the rain stops, it goes back into it's Indian jungle,
Where he meets his Indian uncle.

The world of birds is ever so quirky,
You can make up stories, starting from a turkey!

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Poem Week Day 6 | Topic:- Chocolate 🍫

Hello! This is the second last day of the 1st Poem Week of this year! This one is about something everyone loves ♥ cHoCoLaTe! (If y’all hate chocolate get outta here 😣)

There’s this girl in my class, and she is allergic to 2 of the most important things in the world: Chocolates and dogs. I feel bad for you, girl 🙊🙉🙈

Read the other poems here:

Poem Week©✍| Day 1 | Topic:- Blue

Poem Week Day 2 | Topic:- Perfume

Poem Week Day 3 | Topic:- Sun

Poem Week Day 4 | Topic:- Pencil ✏📝

Poem Week Day 5 | Topic:- Popsicle

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Here’s a line so you’ll understand the poem: There was a chocolate shop which was made better.

Without further ado, to the poem 🏃‍♀️💨!

A delicious smell fills the air,
The smell makes me more aware.

What might it be?
I glance over to see a child crying, "Yipee!"
Holding on to a chocolate, he skipped away,
And on to the park he went to play.

The newest chocolate store had opened,
And parents were spending every one of their nickel 
to get their children 'Chocolate Triple'!

I jogged to the store,
and there was far more,       *Far more chocolates
than there was before.

I bought a Nutty Delight,
And the name was right!
It was a delight for my teeth to sink into this heaven!
And I wanted more than eleven!

I took a little bite from the end,
knowing that I would definetly reccomend it to a friend. 

I bought 6 more,
and took it home to my family. 
They loved it, and in a minute's time, there was no more.

When I went back, the owner smiled at me, and then gave me three!
For free!
I gobbled it up and asked for extras.
He smiled and took up 10!
And multipled it, again and again!

I went home with 2 bags,
And looked across, to see a bunch of gals,
looking quite sad.

When I came back home, I tripped,
and all the chocolates flipped and chipped. 

And it went black. 
And that's when I felt a smack. 
I was taken aback,
and opened my eyes.

I was in bed, and my mom looking at me with a look of anger,
"I have been trying to wake you for so long! But would you answer?"
I smiled nervously.
Personally, this was not the way I wanted to wake up.

Seemed that the whole chocolate thing was a dream,
And that made me want to scream. 

Poem Week Day 5 | Topic:- Popsicle

Helloo! This is the 5th poem of the week 😎 and the prompt for today is…popsicle!

Read the other poems here:

Day 1 : https://aamywrites.wordpress.com/2022/02/21/poem-week%e2%9c%8d-day-1-topic-blue/

Day 2 : https://aamywrites.wordpress.com/2022/02/22/poem-week-day-2-topic-perfume/

Day 3 : https://aamywrites.wordpress.com/2022/02/23/poem-week-day-3-topic-sun/

Day 4 : https://aamywrites.wordpress.com/2022/02/24/poem-week-day-4-topic-pencil-%e2%9c%8f%f0%9f%93%9d/

*Pretend that this box doesn’t exist 😶*

A young child licks her popsicle,
A delicious, "Grape Tropical".

Slowly, the popsicle shrinks, 
And she thinks, 
"I really want another,"

She moves towards the ice-cream seller,
And bought one.
When she bought it she walked and saw a beggar.

A thin beggar he was,
And when he saw her popsicle, he sobbed. 

She felt terrible for the beggar, 
she felt sadder than ever.

The girl, being a properly brought up one, 
she did something none would have done. 

She bought him another, 
and his face filled with colour. 

He thanked her for her kindness,
and she walked away with happiness. 

Poem Week Day 4 | Topic:- Pencil ✏📝

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in this post; I was being a good student and studying. Also, lemme just tell you a quick thing that is not in any relation with this post: I just found out that I’m in Hufflepuff! Any other fellow badgers 🦡, here? Anyways, this poem idea was suggested by Gelina and before we get started, if you haven’t read the other poems, check them out here:

1. Poem Week Day 1 | Topic:- Blue

2. Poem Week Day 2 | Topic:-Perfume

3. Poem Week Day 3 | Topic:- Sun

Out of all, my first poem: Blue, was the most popular ✨✨

With a clank, a pencil box opens 
and out comes a beautiful pencil themed of oceans. 

The hands of a writer holds it flawlessly,
And weaves a story using the words cautiously.

The pencil moves and curls up words,
And are formed with proper verbs.

The pencil is gripped tightly,
And the writer is shaking, slightly.

And suddenly, with a small snap, 
The nib decides to fall down and take a nap. 

The pencil box is opened once again, 
And then,
A sharpener pops out, 
A sharpener so stout. 

The pencil goes in, 
And the sharpener shreads the skin.

The pencil is sharp once again, 
And the writer writes her page number ten.