Poems of life

 The weather.

It is freezing cold; the snow is falling on the ground.

The wind is howling outside and blowing a Gail. 

The fire is roaring, it is time to put on the hot chocolate, 

Get out the cookies and a blanket. 

Snowy, white, furry.

The teddy bear is as old as me.

Fifty – five years old. 

Snowy has moved from house to house with me. 

Colors

Brown is like dirt, mud, the leaves in Autumn fall, and wood.

Red is like strawberries, raspberries, cherries,s, tomatoes and more.

Yellow is like lemons and bananas.

Pink is like far lies.

Blue is like the sky.

 Purple is the color of most things.

Green is the color of the grass and the plants.

Orange is the color of leaves in autumn, fall, and oranges. 

Sphere.

Say no more about it.

I will do what I like and am happy to see you doing what you like.

 You can talk, let people talk, they can talk to me if they want, otherwise I say nothing.

Speak to me if you want otherwise don’t. 

I don’t mean this nasty so sorry if I have upset the applecart. 

Everyone is very nice; it is just me struggling to socialize.

I have social Anxiety part of my Autism, where I am overwhelmed by the busy atmosphere of a lot of people but really I love you all, I know I am not alone in this anxious world. 

No one needs to feel sorry for me.

I am just the normal me as a person, who may seem rude, but I don’t mean to be.

I am aware you are likely to know each other longer than you have known me and to me that is okay, there are no hard feelings as far as I am concerned. 

Whatever happens, happens what doesn’t do not. 

What is poetry?

Poetry comes from a Greek word called poieo.

Poetry is a way of expressing the feelings, thoughts, and emotions of oneself and others. 

Poetry is a story told more tersely than stories, novels and plays more in different ways. 

Poetry is at least one of the arts of writing.

It has literacy, rhymical, and rhyme but it is not in all poems. 

Poetry is a way of creating expression,