Poems from gess789
the stress
of tests
are bad
and sad
they are pests
Walking through the halls
Wave to cute friendly boy,then
Tripped, heat rushes face
Sky's are greying blue
Frozen water falls from skies
Trees are clear and bare
Late at night
Witching hour
The stars a sight
The baby’s sour
paper blank
pencil sank
hand alive
to help me thrive
paper full
pencil pull
hand tired
to get what’s required