Dear Autumn,
In the middle of October
Your leaves begin to melt in color
From green to a muddy brown
with a touch of mahogany
When you fall,
I shiver

Steal from yourself poem


I am made of wood
Wood is made from trees
Paper is made from wood
and wood was made for me
I am a home for a bird
I am used to keep you warm
When he lights the first match
Fire dances on top of me
It feels like a tickle
When the sun hits my spine
I grow pine
When the wind hits my bark
I start to talk
Their is no one I'd rather be than me


I came across this poem randomly. Free writing is a bit difficult but I think I managed pretty well.

Rhetorical Figures 1

Money comes like a tortoise and goes like a hare

Ching! Goes the cash register

The sound of money when it rings

Zoom! Goes the money

As fast as it can                       

 

 

for the wings

to really spread its American Eagle

Original


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


Remake


Most say the planet didn't begin with ice,
Most say in fire.
From what we've spit of disgust
You left with those who hate ice.
But if it give to save once,
You assume You doubt accept of happy
To say that for survival fire
Is also bad
And would avail