Qyidir+White

" Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us.... -Unknow

Q- Want to think about fresh, new, surprising ways to describe some of these things? (instead of "fresh air," etc.) - JB

Going fishing for the first time Going out into the woods Everything was very different Everything was silent less Smelled different like trees Looked like a very big backyard Hearing the water flow rapidly Taste the freshness in the air. Going fishing for the first time
 * Going Fishing# 1**

Fishing for the first Time Everything was different! Out into the woods Seemed like the jungle Everything was silent less unlike the city streets Smelled like trees something that was so very new A Very big backyard is what it looked like Hear water flow rapidly reminding me of when i was little about to take a bath Taste freshness in the air. as if i was be thrown at me Going fishing for the first time Everything was different!
 * Going Fishing # 2**

Big kids walking is what I see Kids screaming is what scared me Nasty food in boxes is what they gave me Bathroom smelled really bad is what grossed me out I cant wait until 3 o'clock when we get out
 * First Day of Grade School**

//My grandfather gave me// //A pocket watch// //Which was giving him// //From his grandfather// //Clean as whistle// //Played with it all day// //Like a cat with a ball// //As if it wasn’t so old//
 * //My ode//**

//This thing so cool// //But so very old// //Always having it with// //Didn’t want any body to touch// //My mom said I protect it way to much//

//Him giving it to I don’t know y I like it so much// //It was like my first car just in watch form// //Keeping it away from every body// //So it could not be harmed// //I still have it to this very day// //Still from people keeping it away.//

//(Somehow I was happy she had gone,)// //Away from me// the thing's see did to me I wanted her //Long gone long away from me// gone out of my life //So far that we will never see each other// //Away from me see will always be// //Long gone long away from me// Is what she needs to be Away from me //In my mind she will always be// //One of the best things that ever happen to me// //But still somehow I was happy she had gone// //Far away from me (Yusef Komunyakaa)//
 * A riff poem**