Flower
This is a spoken word poem that I had to write for the class. We had talked about them in class, and they are an easy style to understand. Personally, they are the easiest to do because they do not have to rhyme.
Flower
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be a flower.
A simple little flower in a field of others.
Rooting on my own.
Hoping for someone to pick me out of the rest.
Even though I am not the prettiest,
or the best smelling.
That someone would pick me.
Not that flirty flower with all her leaves hanging out.
Not the one with the full grown, and plump, petals.
They would pick me.
Me, with my damaged stem.
I'm a wilted flower.
Me, with my bad smell and bug bites.
They would pick me,
and they would love me.
Cause I'm a flower,
and flowers are great no matter what.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be a flower.
A simple little flower in a field of others.
Rooting on my own.
Hoping for someone to pick me out of the rest.
Even though I am not the prettiest,
or the best smelling.
That someone would pick me.
Not that flirty flower with all her leaves hanging out.
Not the one with the full grown, and plump, petals.
They would pick me.
Me, with my damaged stem.
I'm a wilted flower.
Me, with my bad smell and bug bites.
They would pick me,
and they would love me.
Cause I'm a flower,
and flowers are great no matter what.