Portrait poems

You might have seen some of these on the room three blog. I've deleted my surname and address so some of the endings aren't very good any more.

I Am

I am an intelligent bookworm in a changing world.

I wonder whether life is just a path to somewhere else.

I hear emotions,

I see thoughts.

I want a world where everything is trees and plants.

I am an intelligent bookworm in a changing world.

I pretend to be alone, the last person in the world.

I feel the end approaching, ever closer.

I touch the fluffy white clouds and ride on the wind.

I worry that the human population will die of Global Warming,

or else too much pollution.

I cry when trees are cut down.

I am an intelligent bookworm in a changing world.

I understand that not everything always works out.

I say nothing is impossible.

I dream of a lonely world where I have the power of flight,

where I’m alone and there’s nothing but trees, meadows,

and warm sunshine.

I try to capture my dreams in my writing.

I hope that one day, I will move to Mars and eat Earth Bars.

I am an intelligent bookworm in a changing world.

I am Amy,

Daughter of two, sister of three,

Who needs solitude, trees, rain

Who loves thunderstorms, chocolate, adrenaline thrills

Who sees growth, grey skies, stars

Who hates flies, loud noises, too much heat

Who dreams of flying, succeeding, escaping into space

Who has found poems of depression

Resident of a place I don’t want to be

Amy

Bookworm, bright, brave and bold

Sister of Daniel, Noah and Cassia

Lover of trees, books, and thunder

Who feels at peace when alone,

Happy whilst climbing,

Annoyed when having to put up with idiots,

Who needs mental challenges, serenity and novels

Who gives comfort, kindness and advice

Who fears reality, humiliation and failure

Who would like to see world peace, cures for idiocy,

and a serum to make you live in your dreams

Amy

Daring, intelligent, indecisive, humorous

Firstborn, daughter of Melanie and Joshua

Likes books, thunderclaps, and pine woods

Feels out of place, like I don’t always belong where I am

Afraid of failure and humiliation

Would like to see people writing with quills and ink again

I am Amy,

Daughter of two, sister of three,

Who needs solitude, trees, rain

Who loves thunderstorms, chocolate, adrenaline thrills

Who sees growth, grey skies, stars

Who hates flies, loud noises, too much heat

Who dreams of flying, succeeding, escaping into space

Who has found poems of depression

Resident of a place I don’t want to be