black and white 

brown as the dirt 

or hazel like the nut

my appearance is fluffy, fuzzy or frizzy 

my laziness makes me look like a rock

I spend my days laying in grassy meadows 

letting the bugs buzz around my bulging eyes

you can smell me from...                                                                                                                        a mile away 

though I don't seem to notice 

I am a fountain that provides protein 

And some people consider me holy

but I really can't do much

My tongue is like 

sandpaper

I sleep a lot and get 

spunky

 after 

I can

 jump

 almost as high as a kangaroo 

I feel my spongy paws against the fluffy carpet 

I 

meow

 as loud as I can to be heard. 

I am a part of a 

huge

 family.

I see white strings coming out of my face.

My little pink nose is wet to the touch. 

My humans talk in a baby voice to me. 

I am a social butterfly

I am a wild child that is unpredictable

I am gentle enough to soothe the skin,

Yet possess the strength to rupture any size rock into crumbles of sprinkled dust

I am known to be a good influence for you 

Some even say I’m as good as gold

I clean you, but you can’t clean me 

I can roar louder than a lion

And run as fast as a cheetah

I am as clear as glass

And can freeze at 32°degrees

You need me for survival

Blows between my burgundy petals

I look at the tree branches swaying in the distance

Waving me “Good morning”

 I soak in the last drops of the morning dew

 Hoping to bloom to my full potential

 I wait for the sun to wake up 

To feed and warm me

And give me life

 

Now that I have fully blossomed

It is my time to shine

Though I am delicate as a snowflake

I am bold and beautiful

I am food for bees,

Gifts to men,

A symbol of love

I come in every color of the rainbow

But am worth a pot of gold

 

Alas, my time in paradise ends abruptly

As I am ripped from my family

 And put on display

My beauty is relegated to

My appearance in a vase

Sweet like honey,

 I fill the room with my perfume

Reminiscing about my time in nature

When the wind whispered secrets to me

My task is relentless, impossible

I see all, like an undercover spy[DA2] 

Happy little helpers have prepared[DA3] 

Like an owl, I travel through the night[DA4] 

The cold wind blows snow [DA5] 

The soft bullets [DA6] berate my face

You may hear my heavy steps

Above you as you sleep

Excitement lingers [DA7] when you hear 

Jingle Jangle

 [DA1]metaphor

 [DA2]simile

 [DA3]alliteration

 [DA4]simile

 [DA5]anaphora

 [DA6]metaphor

 [DA7]personification

With a sudden jostle, we all know duty has come knocking, asking for employment.

The bay door slides open, and being the messenger I am, I prepare my proclamation.

A guiding hand lands on me, directing me away from my brethren with animation.

My missile head rests on the wall, and dragging it across, my spirit ignites.

I rush forward. Sulfurous smoke clears, knowing my message excites.

My energy is my timer, and it cares not for my life.

Halting at debris, my work becomes strife.

My greater brethren spring forth.

Life licks forth from my touch

My work is done, so I die.

However, Like a husk,

My empty corpse

Is useless.

 

But as strong as a freight train

I can move fog and filthy air further than you could imagine.

I am everywhere and no where

You can summon me whenever you want

I can be as slow as a snowflake or as fast an arrow, I am always roaming, I have no home.

My exhale is deadly when I scream

I am the howl of a thousand wolves

but also the kiss of a lover

If you listen, you can hear me whisper

I only repeat back what I am told.

I am as honest as the day is long

And I am fragile like a baby bird.

If you are not careful, 

I may shatter

Into millions of pointy pieces

That nip at the tips of your thin skin.

I am you,

And you are me.

You cannot look at me without seeing yourself too.

I am glossy like a gemstone .

I was born from fire and ashes,

And I was molten to become whole.

I can be helpful to some,

I can be your worst enemy too.

 

But not everyone has me,[DB2] 

I can be as hidden as a speck

Or as big as a ball[DB3] 

I can look like cooked cancer.[DB4] [DB5] 

I can never leave you.

I’m your apart of your name.[DB6] 

Scratch, scratch, scratch[DB7] 

You can scratch all you want

But I’m not a peel-off-sticker.[DB8] 

I am your own tattoo[DB9] 

I am like a swiss army knife, versatile,

And desired in different attires.

You only want me when I’m strained,

Like an athlete in their game.

I am fashion, in good taste.

I am dressed in many ways.

When you think I’m done,

You’ll throw me against the wall.

I’ll stay silent, quiet,

Please don’t be violent,

For I am a branch on a family tree,

Tangled, but where I belong.

I am Gandhi and Hitler

I’m as hard as diamonds

Yet I’m as soft as flesh

I am forever

When I’m pure I’m black

When decomposed I dig myself up

I’m the beginning and end of life

I breathe life into your lungs

There is no one like me

My gray gift graces the pages

I am your outlet 

I am merely a printer 

Like kindred spirits 

But also as black as night.

I am a zebra of different colors,

But I am not of the horse family

I am a sack of laziness

I am as tall as a tree,

But only when I’m in one.

I have a red and white shadow that shades me from showers of rain and snow,

When I’m in my natural stance this shadow gives me balance.

I do not chirp.

What am I?

As sweet as honey 

I am a best friend 

I am a mess 

Slobber, sleepy, shoes

Endless entertainment

Stubborn ray of sunshine

Hearing the tip taps come forth

Be prepared for overflowing joy

What a I? 

 

 

But can end up being as tiny as the quarter  

The Crack of wood can be heard of me sometimes  

My mark made can be magnificent  

I am sharp and can cause a mark  

My end Is a vacuum for what I produce  

I can be fast like a car but as slow as a turtle  

I am a compass for some people's success  

You can hear gears screeching as I am made new  

My tip is a book waiting to happen 

Doesn’t need it,

The one who buys it, 

Doesn’t want it,

The one who uses it, 

Doesn’t know it.

 A cracked corked crate, 

Like a box for groceries,

Usually built out of something,

That a barking dog likes to chew,

As long as a rectangle, 

As thick as a box,

This crate can carry much more

Then one thing.

Although we only see it ever, 

Carrying just one, maybe 2.

What is it? 

and soft as butter

Quiet as a mouse

Or creak like a crooked house

 

I miss milk like a newborn

Favor and savor my flavor

Don’t save me for later

 

I have chips

and crunch

Is my sound

They look to me

Not so small yet not so big

Like a dot on a map that has no end

Dark distant drawing near

When the sun goes down, I appear

Silent yet I give off sound

Undetectable by humans on the ground

3 Wise men have followed me 

To a child born to save humanity 

Lingering Light that brightens the night

A lamp that does not run on fuel

I can be as small as an eraser or big as a backpack

Rain and snow do not do me good

I am comfort 

A squeaking sound comes when I move

Many people make off brand versions of me

I am fashion

I can smell like sweaty socks

I have many different names

What am I?