I stepped into the house,
I was a quiet as a mouse.
This was a hunted place,
and I carried my mace.
I walked through the mansion,
that held my life for ransom.
The house was cold,
then the house was hot.
It is like the respiratory system of an asthmatic runner.
I wanted to flee for freedom and never return,
but my days were numbered,
so I decided to slumber
in the mansion, that held my life for ransom.
Poetry Terms used
End Rhyme- throughout the poem
Alliteration- line 10
Metaphor- line 9
I like this poem, it flows and rhymes well. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteRyan, this poem's rhyme scheme is complimentary to the edge of your seat mood. The word choice in this poem is wonderful, great job!
ReplyDeleteReally good poem. Like how you put the types you used at the bottom.
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