My first pretty good poem!!!:)

The book thief was a liar


And a spy,the merits of mischief,


The true unstoppable


A tangle of knots, The ungifted,


Odd, weird, and little shadow


The book thief…


Had been inside out and back again


The book thief…


Is okay for now as he


Has half a chance left


To be true to himself

This Is My Poem About Poetry!

Poetry is…

A dream

How I express myself

Like onions and peaches, because I can hate it and love it

Poetry is…

Like jelly beans, because there are so many different types

The final door at the end of the hall of the soul

Like a blank canvas

Poetry is…

A type of tree with writing on it

Taking risks with words

Like a waterfall the ideas flow and ripple