POEM STARTER
āUntil finally, the chill stopped.ā
Write a poem that closes with this line.
I Hate Summer
I hate summer.
I hate the stifling warmth.
I hate how I canāt breathe.
I know that makes no sense to you.
Why would it?
Iām not like you.
Why canāt you see that?
Weāre two separate people.
We have two separate pasts,
Two separate memories,
Two separate personalities.
We have two separate dreams and wishes.
Two separate hopes and fears.
I love winter.
I love the clear air.
I love how I can breathe.
You donāt understand it,
And I donāt blame you.
You donāt understand me.
Thatās fine,
But donāt act like you do.
Donāt twist my words
Into what you think I am.
Donāt act like you know
Whatās running through my head.
Donāt pretend you know
What Iām thinking.
I live in cold rain.
I live in the soothing mist.
I live when I see my breath.
You. Donāt. Get. Me.
Youāre not LIKE me.
So donāt you dare compare us.
Donāt compare our pain.
Donāt compare our history.
Donāt compare our feelings.
Itās like trying to compare
The ocean and the stars.
Iām breathing different air than you.
Iām seeing different skies than you.
Iām listening to different music than you.
I hate summer.
I hate the stifling warmth.
I hate how I canāt breathe.