The Pencil

I’m a Pencil, I get picked up everyday, I also get hurt! My owner takes this thing with a sharp blade and she cuts my hair, it makes it sharp! She picks me up and places me down, I’m used everyday I’m feeling down… Why don’t you just turn around, make me feel proud! I’m a Pencil, that’s what they call me please make a difference but I might be loud!

Poem by Chloe.

11 thoughts on “The Pencil”

  1. Hi Chloe,
    I am an adult and collect pencils and pencil sharpeners as hobby. I liked enjoyed your poem from the perspective of the pencil.

    1. Well my suggestion is maybe write about everyday items?
      Well my pencil is loud because it gets dropped all the time!
      Chloe, CJS

  2. I really enjoyed your poem and the use of personification of a pencil. Excellent writing!

  3. Hi Chloe,
    Nice job! You sound like a sad pencil. Your poem makes me think of all the wonderful and proud ways pencils can be used. I would like to read your poem from that perspective. Keep up the great work!

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