My First Poem

On my walls there is Bieber On my phone there is Bieber

On my computers there is Bieber Bieber is everywhere

Should I write this poem on him?

Because this poem should be intense And this poem should be good

With a capital “G” But it probably won’t

I should end it here

But I only have twelve lines written But it doesn’t matter

So I will end it… in silence

Nonsense

I’ll start this poem And end it here

Ears open What you should fear

Thumbs are important

Wind breeze through my hair Get all the excitement I like my steak rare

Thunder in your heart

Thunder in my arm The weather is sunny now

Cause the cows are on the farm

Think to yourself Of thoughts yonder

Just kidding I don’t know what yonder means

For now I shall ponder

Crunching numbers And busting rhymes

In my slumber The silent mime

Temp rises to the highest degree

Now I’ll take a nap But first

I say that this poem is deep

Ode to Nature

Wind bristles through the trees Don’t you feel that ocean breeze?

Flower polon makes me sneeze Only when I’m on my knees

As the sun shines in the sky The rain has stopped so I don’t sigh

Cows go moo and pigs don’t fly But birds and bees just go bye bye Bark on trees are rough and brown

Lions take the jungle crown Benicia dirt is best in town Nature doesn’t have a frown

NERVOUS

Butterflies own me Mind racing

Teeth chattering I pretend to talk to my life size cut

out of Justin Bieber Asking him what to do

Hands shaking Pacing around the room

Stop and stay calm I cannot

Butterflies own me

Limerick

I’m writing this poem right now

It’s not good so don’t have a cow

I tried my darn best Don’t be such a pest

I finished this in time somehow

THE MAN

Justin Bieber flips his hair

Catch him smiling it’s not rare

Selena G. is just his spare

Her albums sold at county fair

Cause Bieber loves his fans so much

We’re on his mind when he eats lunch

Our hearts belong to him a bunch

Haters drink our poisoned punch