POEM STARTER

Write a poem about a birthday.

This doesn't have to be about your own birthday. What themes could you explore through writing about birthdays?

Birthday

Today is my birthday.

I wanted to wake up and shout hooray.

Yet I couldn’t.

I shouldn’t.


My day. My special day. And no one was home.

Home Alone.


Mom was at work.

Step-dad fishing.

Brother partying at summer camp.

All I did was open up this app.


I didn’t cry.

Didn’t shout.

Didn’t let the words come out.


Yes, tomorrow would be a great day.

Me hanging out with friends smiling and laughing.

On Sunday it would be a blast.

My birthday party that would last.


My family sent me texts.

I smiled staring at the words.

If only they were here.

To give me a hug.

To liven up the empty house.


I had my dogs.

But they didn’t know.

That I was born 12 years ago.


Earlier we went to get junk food

Getting my free birthday food put me in a good mood.

But it was gone now.

All I did was scribble sketches of random things.


Every creak made me hope.

Hope that someone would be there.

That someone would squeeze me.

Every time no one was here.

There was no reason to cheer.


Why am I ungrateful.

Things are planned just not today.

Yet here I am sitting being sad that I’m home alone

On my birthday.


People are home alone on there specail day all the time.

Some people don’t even celebrate like I do for mine.

The word ungrateful ran though my head.

I stared at my bed.


Maybe if I go to sleep time will past.

Maybe then my dreams will last.

Maybe I’ll smile as I wait.

Maybe it’ll take away the hate.


Ungrateful ran though my head again.

3 hours.

That was it.

A lousy 3 hours!

Home alone I couldn’t handle that?

My day is just another day.

Over 3/4ths of the world skip over it.

Not caring,


I’m nothing but a pebble.

In a big ocean of rocks.


My mom couldn’t call out of work.

We needed that money.

My step-dad was in Utah.

Like he had been since Monday.


I can’t get mad at anyone but myself.

I’m getting so worked up over nothing.

People had reason to not be here.


I’m just a pebble.

In a big ocean of rocks.

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Guys I turned 12! I know young. But whatevs! :))


QOTD: What is your favorite birthday memory?


Happy Birthday to me and everyone who also has their birthday to day!


I love all you guys! Also, so happy that this will be my 50th write!

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