Metaphor Poem Composition
You might think I’m just
an athletic, hermit crab of a boy
with blonde hair
and green eyes
But I know I am more
much more than that
not a farmer or genius
not a bird or ocean
A racing pool
a fast-paced race pool
When I’m down under the water
or in isolation
When I go to the pool and think
listening to pump-up songs from my beats
I am a race pool being unused
water calm
waiting to be jumped in
But when I perk up
the waves of the pool start up again
molecules of water jump out of the pool
tempting kids to hop in
I begin to produce waves
that are haulted by the walls
until I get tired
and that’s when the pool dies down
rest and wait for the next competition to begin
and begin
and begin
this blonde-haired, green-eyed boy
is a waved-filled, constantly waiting pool